Chapter 157: Playing Pool 002

My eyes narrow and, although it's slight, I shiver. In a voice only she can hear, I scold her, "You know better than to do that."

"I have to get back at you for what you're about to do to me to win in pool. Don't try to play as if you're not going to play dirty and throw me off totally. I know that's why you wore..." she looks me over and I can only smirk. "Fuck me. Are those heels?"

"Well, yes. I'm short, you know."

When she makes eye contact again, I smile brightly and she shakes her head, "You're just begging to get..." her voice gives up completely.

Looking deep into her eyes I reply, "Pick a wall, baby." Her jaw visibly tenses and I smile at her, "If you're so inclined, that is."

Cutting her eyes quickly, she motions towards a wall, "That one."

"Okay." I smile and turn on my heel, walking a few steps before turning, "You know what, though?" She jerks her eyes up from my ass to my eyes quickly and I almost laugh, "You should probably play the game first."

"Right," she says. "Play the game."

"And when you win, you get to lose to me."

The guy who challenged her steps up behind me and puts his hand on my hip, "But what if she loses and you have to play me?" Giving me a long look, he smiles and adds, "Then you and I can play together. I'm better than she is anyway."

I smile sweetly at him, "That might be true on any other night, but tonight is special. Someone she wants to... impress just showed up. I'm pretty sure she's about to kick your ass."

Trying to salvage the situation, he asks, "Well maybe after we play, I can show you around a little. I'm a really good tour guide."

"I don't doubt you are." I walk over to her and turn back to him, "But even if she loses, the parts of Australia I'm interested in seeing tonight," I gesture to her, "are under these clothes. I do not need a guide for that. Thank you, though."

"So see," she smiles, "even if I lose, I win." Motioning to the table, "Finish your game." Taking my hand, she leads me past him, "Take your time." We pass several people who shoot strange looks at her, but she appears to see no one and hear nothing as we make our way to the very back of the place.

When I see her intended destination, a very dark corner, I laugh softly. She pulls me against her and puts me against the wall. Quietly, I ask, "Was I too forward? You're putting me in the corner as punishment?"

"No," she answers, "you weren't too forward." Her arms wrap around my waist.

A long, silent moment passes and I break the silence, "Do it."

"I want to remember it. Everything about it." She studies my face and smiles, "Every little thing."

"You will. I promise."

"But it's our first."

Softly, I say, "Close your eyes." She obeys and smiles a little. I pull her head down enough that I can easily kiss her, but instead, I press my cheek to hers, "You are so damn beautiful." I kiss her jaw. Then her cheek. Then her chin. By the time I'm in position to kiss her lips, they're parted and she's anticipating it. My lips hover over hers and she moves forward just a little bit. I slowly close my eyes as I finally kiss her fully.

The first kiss is soft and simple, to break the ice. The second one features her hand in my hair and my fists gripping her hips. The third is breathless, wanton, and all out fucking hot. Tongues and lips and hands everywhere. She presses me against the wall and, for all the world, I don't know if she plans to stop. I wouldn't mind not stopping.

When her hand brushes my thigh, I don't think that much about it. Until her fingertips slip under the hem, that is. Forgetting where we are, I break our kiss and move down her throat, sliding my tongue against her skin and then lightly sucking the curve of her neck. Her fingers move further up and her hips press against me, pinning me to the wall. She breathes my name in my ear when I tug her earlobe with my teeth.

"Baby," I say softly in her ear, "you have to play that game."

"Huh," she manages, as she kisses my neck, making me tremble a little bit.

"Pool," I murmur, my voice not very strong because now she's suckling lightly.

"I don't care," she says against my throat. "I do not fucking care."

"I," she pulls me hard into her and her hand slides to the inside of my thighs, "don't care either but," her knuckles brush lightly up my inner thigh, making me almost lose my mind, "I thought I'd remind you."

"I'm right," when her fingers brush the naked wetness at the junction of my thighs, she actually groans, "damn." I part my legs and her fingers slip directly against the source of the heat there, "I'm right where I want to be."

When her middle finger slides into me, I press my head against the wall behind me with a groan, "Oh my God yes."

"You feel exactly like I thought you would," she kisses me deep. When she starts pumping in and out of me, she presses her unoccupied hand against the wall and watches my face. "Open your eyes, baby."

Blinking several times, I finally focus on her face and gasp, "Deeper." When she accommodates me, my eyes roll back a bit but I don't close them, "Don't stop. Just like that."

She looks down and sees me moving my hips. Her arm, pale compared to the black of my skirt, under that slip of fabric, makes her hotter than she thought it could. When I roll my hips, she shakes her head and looks back at my face, "Fuck, that is so hot."

"You're not hot because of that." Her eyes change a bit and I answer the question she never asked me, "You're hot because you're fucking me so good and no one knows. All these guys around here," I gasp when she goes a little deeper, "think they're so good in bed and you're here making a woman cum with one hand in a dark corner."

"No," she says flatly, "I'm getting hot because I'm making you cum in a dark corner with one hand."

"Please," my throat tightens but I manage to whimper, "please let me cum."

"I wouldn't dream of stopping you, baby." She smiles at me and teasingly brushes her lips against mine, "Cum when you're ready."

I nod slightly, "I'm ready. Are you?"

"Ready for you to cum? Yes."

Smiling to myself, I drag my eyelids closed and groan, "Take it." Shuddering hard, my muscles ripple on her finger and she gasps almost as loudly as I do. I wrap my arms around her shoulders and press my mouth against them to keep from screaming. But I can't stop muttering, "Oh God," repeatedly.

"Shit," she sighs, "you feel so fucking good."

Breathing heavily, I chuckle, "So do you. Believe me. You do, too."

Withdrawing her fingers, she smiles against my neck, "I'm so wet it's almost shameful."

"Mmmm," I moan. "And I can touch you when, again?"