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She lined up the cue ball and pulled the stick back, then let it go, sending it flying across the green felt, the balls scattering everywhere, the orange five going into the far left hand pocket. “Looks like you are solids,” he said.
He sat there and watched her sink the yellow one in the middle right hand side easily. “That’s two in a row. Remove something. Do I get to pick?”
“No,” he said. “Socks first. Then top, then bottoms.”
“You’ve got some nice big feet. It’s all good,” she said. She walked around the table, chalking up her stick and eying her next shot. “Do we have to go in order or just solids and stripes?”
“I’m laid back. Solid and stripes works,” he said, sipping his beer, one sock on and one off. The faster they got sunk the sooner he could sink into her.
She leaned over the table, her ass in the air and he knew she was just pulling him along tonight and all those worries he had she might be upset her friends found out about them were long gone.
She wanted fun tonight and he was damn well going to give it to her.
After she sank two more shots, he was barefoot and taking his turn. He’d gotten two in, so she lost a sock, but he missed his third shot.
They went back and forth a bit more missing shots, but then she got on a run and his shirt was off, and she was one shot away from his pants following and the eight ball going in.
She’d know how turned on he was when his jeans came off. He should have brought a condom up now that he thought of it. He could run down and get one. They still had time.
“I’m ready to take this game,” she said. Her eyes were roaming over his body. “You’ve got a nice chest if I’ve never said it before. All that hard work you do with your hands.”
“I don’t do as much as I used to,” he said.
“You do enough. And then you come here and work out,” she said. She was stalking him and the table. Her finger moving over his chest and then down to the button on his jeans. She reached into her pocket and pulled a condom out. “For when we are ready. Lots of room up here.”
“There is,” he said.
She leaned over the table this time, lined up her stick, pulled back and let it fly, banking it off the side and sinking the eight. “Time to lose the jeans,” she said. “Then you rack them up and break this time.”
The last thing he expected was that he’d be walking around playing pool in his boxer briefs with a massive hard on. He wasn’t going to feel self-conscious over it either. Of course if he was naked doing it, it might be another thing.
Somehow either her luck ran out or she was letting him take some wins because she was slipping her bra off now and they both had on their underwear.
“Looks like it’s a tie,” he said. “Do we finish this game or just put ourselves out of our misery?”
“I’m not in misery,” she said, moving closer to him. “But we can call it that if you want.”
She had the condom in her hand from where it was sitting on the table, her fingers running over it like it was a prop in a magic show.
“Let’s call it,” he said, moving toward her and picking her up. He set her on the table, her legs hanging off, his fingers going to the lace panties and inching them down when she shifted for him some.
“I don’t want to get your table dirty,” she said.
“I don’t give a fuck.” He dropped his underwear down and grabbed the condom, opened it up and covered himself.
She leaned back on her hands on the table, her legs opening up. He stepped right in between, found her opening and sank in just as fast as she’d been running the table tonight and working him up.
He moved into her more, his mouth going for hers, his hands on the table too for support, the two of them kissing fiercely as his hips pumped in and out of her.
Her legs went up and around his back, and she was almost lying across the green felt this time. A ball went rolling by his arm and he was pretty sure she must have hit it while she was adjusting herself because her fingers were now in his hair and holding on.
The faster he plunged into her, the more her hips lifted to meet and retreat.
“That’s it,” she said. “Just like that.”
His hands went under her ass and lifted her up so she was arched off the table as he slammed into her again and again, the table starting to shift some. If it crashed to the ground he wouldn’t give one shit.
“You’re mine, you know that, right?”
