I liked undressing him. There was something really sexy about slowly revealing all my favorite parts of him. Especially with him watching me do it. I pushed his boxers down, freeing his erection once again. I liked fucking him even more, though. I wrapped my hand around his erection.
James cleared his throat and handed me my pool stick.
I batted my eyelashes at him. “Sorry, wrong stick.” I walked back to the table and bent over again. I arched my back and spread my legs. I wanted to feel him inside of me. Maybe this would tempt him.
In a second I felt his fingers along the backs of my thighs.
I arched my back even more.
“I think maybe you should try to make your next shot like this.” He slipped a finger inside of me.
Oh God.
When I didn’t move, he slipped another finger inside of me. “Take your shot, Penny.”
I blindly hit the cue ball. It went straight into far right pocket. Oh shit.
James laughed and pulled his fingers out of me.
No! I turned around. “You cheated.”
He silently walked around to the other side of the table and grabbed the cue ball. I liked watching him walk around naked. He wasn’t shy like I was. He seemed to be confident in everything he did. He tossed the ball up in the air and caught it as he walked back over to me.
“Put your hands on the table, Penny.”
“James, you cheated. You distracted me.”
His Adam’s apple rose and fell. “If I recall, I also helped you with one of your shots earlier. I think it evens out. Hands on the table.”
I bit my lip and followed his instructions. After placing my hands on the wooden edge of the pool table, I arched my back again. Maybe he was going to punish me by fucking me.
Instead, I felt the cool cue ball roll up the back of my right leg. It shouldn’t have been sexy. But everything James did was sexy. Especially when he had been torturing me for so long. My whole body shivered with desire.
“James.” My voice sounded needy. I didn’t want to be playing pool. I wanted to be on my back in the middle of the table with his cock deep inside of me.
He silenced me by slapping my ass hard.
Fuck. He knew how much I liked that.
He rolled the ball over the spot he had just slapped. It almost felt like a massage. A cold, super arousing massage. I closed my eyes. I was so turned on, it almost seemed I could come like this, without him even trying.
“Penny, I’m going to give you one last shot.” He moved the ball to the back of my other leg and slowly rolled it up to my ass.”
“One shot won’t help. You’re going to win next time you have…”
He slapped my ass again.
I couldn’t focus when he did that. I wasn’t even sure what I had been about to say.
“I like that you’re full of surprises. Surprise me, and I’ll give you exactly what you want. I’ll fuck you as hard as you want. For as long as you want.” He kissed my neck. “I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
Surprise him? I couldn’t even think straight. He was still massaging my ass with the cue ball. How could I possibly surprise him? I suddenly hated pool. I just wanted this game to be over. I had already made him cum. But all he had done was torture me. I smiled. I had an idea. “Give me the ball.”
He tossed it over my shoulder. I moved it a little to the right. I wasn’t good at pool. But I was pretty good at hitting balls in along with the cue ball. And all James had left was the eight ball. I hit the cue ball into the eight ball. Both balls went into the pocket.
James grabbed my waist. “The eight ball and the cue ball?” He pushed my back down so that my torso was against the pool table. “Ending the game and ensuring that I’d punish you even more? That’ll do.” He thrust deep inside of me, pressing my hip bones against the edge of the pool table.
Fuck. It was everything I wanted and more.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. He continued to thrust in and out of me, faster and faster.
“Please,” I panted. “Please, James.” I needed to come. I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Okay.” He pulled me up so that my back was pressed against his torso. “Okay.” He kissed my neck gently and began to massage my clit. “You can come now.”
And I shattered around him. “Professor Hunter,” I moaned and collapsed back down on the table. The soft felt pressed against my cheek. Sex with him was always amazing. But all the anticipation and teasing had made my orgasm so intense. I tried to catch my breath as James pulled out of me. He hadn’t cum. I hadn’t felt the familiar feeling of warmth shoot through me. I turned around and looked up at him.
He grabbed my chin in his hand. “I still like when you call me that.”
“Professor Hunter?”
His Adam’s apple rose and fell. “Yes.”
“Then why did you tell me to stop?”
“I want us to just be us. Besides, I’m not even a professor anymore.”
“I like calling you Professor Hunter.”
His eyebrows lowered slightly.
It was the same way he had looked at me whenever I used to say his name. Before we had ever been together. I originally thought he was mad when I called him that. But I knew what it was now. It turned him on. Whenever I called him that he had wanted to rip all my clothes off. He liked that I was his student and he was my professor. I liked it too. It was sexy and dangerous. Whenever I had talked to him and called him Professor Hunter, maybe it had made him want me a little bit more. I didn’t ever want to stop calling him that. I wanted him to always look at me like this. “You’ll always be Professor Hunter to me.”
He grabbed my waist and set me down on the edge of the pool table. “I don’t know why I find it so sexy when you call me that.”
“Professor Hunter.” I ran my hands down his six pack.