His blue eyes settle on mine, unblinking. Part of me wants to throw this entire game just to feel his weight on top of me. To feel his thick bulge exposed on my thigh and then jammed up into my wet pussy. I would consider it, if I didn’t have bigger plans. If I didn’t need his help to leave here and get away from Wolfe.
“Deal.”
5
Ryan
I lift our empty shot glasses from the bar and nod at Red. “Bring the tequila.” In a flash an image sears across my mind. One where I’m pouring the liquor down over her naked body, licking the steady stream as it cascades down over her pert tits. The booze is dangerous enough. I can’t even imagine how intoxicated I’d get from drinking it from her irresistible curves.
Red follows me, dangling the bottle between her fingertips, and slowly saunters to the pool table in the back corner. “Pour us a couple of those while I rack up.” I tug the plastic triangle from under the green felt table and start arranging the smooth, cool balls.
“I hope you know, I’ve been working in a bar for a long damned time,” she tells me like she’s warning me as she watches the tequila fill the glasses.
“Okay, so what does that mean?” I raise my eyebrows and study her emerald eyes, twinkling beneath the overhead light like the sparkling jewels they are.
“It means two things actually.” She lifts her shot and nods down to the glass waiting for me. I grip it in my fingertips and follow suit. “One”—she lifts a dainty finger—“I can handle my booze.” She tosses the liquor down her throat, throwing her head back and swallowing it in one gulp before slamming it back down on the edge of the table.
“And two?” I quickly empty my own glass and meet her eyes.
“And two”—up goes another finger, just in case I forgot how to count—“I’m pretty much a shark at pool.”
Red’s intense stare never falters even as she saunters to where the cues are hanging on the wall. She turns her back to me and grabs a couple, quickly swirling back around and tossing me one before slinking back to the table, her hips hypnotically swinging like a pendulum with each step.
“Is that a fact?” I smirk. I love the girl’s confidence. And it doesn’t hurt that the shots have loosened her up a bit. The telltale glow on her cheeks tells me she might not be able to handle her liquor as much as she thinks. She has that perfect I-just-got-fucked look that drives me wild and makes me want to help her earn it.
“It is.” She peers up at me from under the heavy ridge of her lashes, fluttering them slightly as she steps into me.
My cock pulses as I breathe her into my lungs. I can smell her perfume, and I don’t mean Chanel No. 5. The air around us is fragrant with desire as her juices slick her sweet pussy. I lick my lips, suddenly dying of a thirst only her nectar could quell.
“Since you’re such an expert, you should break,” I murmur. She’s so close, I can feel the heat of her sex against me. It surrounds my cock with warmth, making it thick with need.
“I’d love to.” She turns on her toes and bends squarely down at the waist, pressing her thick thighs and full ass against me. I can’t help the groan that escapes me. I’m frozen as my body fights with every shred of decency I have not to rip her jeans down and fuck her raw right here and now.
She takes her shot and the balls clack as they spread around the table like beads of mercury spilling from a thermometer. Just like mercury they all swell out and then seem to be pulled back in toward each other, struggling to stay together as the balls mostly congregate in one corner of the table.
Lucky for me, they almost line up like a constellation in an easy shot. Somehow I manage to convince my feet to move. To uproot from where I’m practically grinding her ass over the table and make my way to the other side where I can sink my balls. Speaking of sinking balls, I can’t wait for my cock to be sunk balls deep into her tight, tiny pussy. I shake the thought free, forcing myself to focus on my shot. I line up the cue, lean over, and pull back my elbow. I almost feel sorry for her. This is just too easy.
“Oh no!” Red pretends to be upset and I miss my shot as I look over to see she’s spilled some booze down her shirt, making it entirely see-through.
My eyes greedily slide over the way the tee clings tight to her tits, exposing her little rosebud nipples through it. My mouth salivates as I struggle not to march over there and lick every last drop of tequila free from the fabric.
“Okay, now that’s dirty,” I growl, my throat raw as my feral instincts try to take over.
“I thought you’d like it more if we played dirty.” She winks and lifts her cue. She runs her fingers up and down the wood, and my cock throbs painfully against my zipper as I imagine them running over my shaft the same way. When she bends over to take her shot this time, I can see the glistening beads of tequila clinging to her tits. Her shirt hides nothing now, making it impossible to look anywhere else.
The balls smack together as she sinks three stripes in a row, leaving me in the dust. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was a shark. But what she doesn’t know is it’s a crazy thing in the ocean. There’s no bigger predator to sharks than other sharks, and she’s about to meet her match. When she finishes up her move, I swoop in and narrow my eyes, using a focus and determination I haven’t tapped into since my SEAL days to tune her out and clean the table. When I’m done, I look up at her dropped open jaw with a smirk.
That’s right, princess. Keep your jaw open just like that. I’ve got something for you to put in that sweet little mouth.
“I win.” I nod to the table.
She only has one shot left and there’s no chance she’s gonna make it.
“Not yet, you didn’t.” She furrows her eyebrows and slides over to the other side of the table. Gone is her little sway with every step. She’s laser focused now. Zeroed in.
Red leans in and tries to sink the fifteen, but it banks badly and spins out of control. I really do win. And I plan to fully enjoy my prize.
Dropping my cue on the table with a clatter, I pluck hers from her hand and close the space between us. Just like I told her I would, I slide my hands down her back as she watches me with wide eyes. I cup her firm cheeks in each hand, squeezing them hard and pull her from the ground, letting her feet dangle for a moment before setting her down on the edge of the table.
“I’m ready to collect,” I murmur, setting my sight on her lips.
“A deal is a deal,” she whispers, watching my mouth from under her lashes.
I drag my fingertips up the back of her neck and lace them through her messy, red bun and step between her legs as I tug her head back under my control. Red’s gasp fills the room and her pussy’s natural perfume fills my nostrils, making the fire inside me burn out of control.
I fucking need her. I need to peel off her wet shirt and run my tongue over her body. I need to taste her pussy juices as I make her cum. I need to claim her as I thrust every inch of my shaft into her over and over.
My lips hover over hers and I stare down into her face as she closes her eyes. I grind my cock against her, making her moan for me and blanket her lips with my kiss. My tongue quickly thrusts in past her lips, eager to thrash against hers in an attempt to tame her. I kiss her hard. I kiss her like she’s the last woman I’ll ever kiss. I kiss her like I might not see another day.
As I pull back, I suck her bottom lip in across my teeth, tugging it before kissing it quickly. Red’s eyelids flicker open slowly, like she’s waking up, maybe for the first time, to a new world.
“Is that all you’ve got?” She juts out her jaw, tempting me to put her over my knee as much as she’s pushing my buttons for more. I grab her again, yanking her head back harder this time, and kiss her again. Any tenderness I showed her was just a warm-up. When I kiss her this time, it’s rough and raw.
“I’m just getting started.”
6
Red
Ryan tugs his lips down over my jaw and kisses a trail of heat over my neck. My legs wrap around him, pulli
ng him in closer as he holds me in his strong hands, hovering me back over the pool table. His mouth circles my nipple, teasing it through my already wet shirt. I arch my back, enjoying the tiny vibrations of pleasure that his tongue washes over me.
“Mmm.” I let my eyelids flutter closed and get lost in the warmth of his mouth. He lowers me down to the table until I’m lying back flat on the green felt. The way he takes me in, a wildfire burns behind his blue eyes, giving him the slightly crazed and slightly dangerous appearance of a feral man. He seems like he’s trying to decide which dirty thing he wants to do to me first, like he’s battling it out in his mind. I realize I’m ready to surrender my entire body to him. That I’m ready to be owned by his pleasure.
“Why, you look good enough to eat.” He licks his lips and his broad hands quickly unbutton my pants, tugging my zipper down. I lift my hips as he yanks the denim along with my panties down over my ass, peeling them over my thighs until they hit my ankles. He growls at my shoes, clearly frustrated at the idea of trying to remove them. My pussy is completely exposed, glistening under the dim lights of the bar.
Ryan stares between my legs and a need so powerful it looks painful to deny it flashes over his face. Suddenly he jerks my ankles up, still confined by the fabric shackles of my jeans, and throws them over his head, locking them behind his neck and giving him an unobstructed view of my pussy.
“That’s better,” he growls, sliding his hands up the inside of my thighs and up under my ass. He lifts me easily from the table and leans between my legs until his mouth is billowing sticky heat over my shaved pussy. I clench my jaw and stiffen in his hands, waiting with anticipation for his lips to touch my sensitive nub.
“I can’t wait to drink your juices, Red. I bet you taste like Heaven.” His voice is dipped in velvet, just one more tease for my senses.
“Please,” I don’t mean to say it. I’m not one to beg, not for anything. But I can’t stand another second to pass. Each moment I’m denied his pleasure is painful. My mind is swirling with a million thoughts and all of them are ways he could fuck me. My body is on fire with aching need that the heat of his breath promises me.
Ryan licks a long, slow line over my slit and then licks his lips like he’s trying not to waste a single drop of my dew. I can see the blaze burn out of control in his eyes and his face disappears between my thighs as his tongue pries open my lips and plunges into my center. He drags it up slowly until he flickers the tip over my swollen clit.
“Oh fuck, Ryan. That’s so good,” I mewl, the words barely scratching free from my raspy throat.
“Mmm, baby, that’s nothing.” He smirks against my thigh and then holds my ass up in his hands, opening my pussy wide, and dives back between my lips, feverishly thrashing his tongue over my clit as I squirm in his palms.
With my legs locked behind his head and my ass in his hands, I’m completely in his control. His lips surround my sensitive nub, pushing my clit into his mouth more as he twirls his tongue over it in rolling, lazy loops. I cry out, the noises I’m reduced to begging him to make me cum. He’s got me so close, I can’t stand it.
Ryan’s thick fingers circle up around my ass cheeks, tugging them open wide.
“Fuck,” I whisper, edging my hips forward. I chase my bliss as I grind my pussy into his face. His tongue batters my clit quickly, flickering over me relentlessly until a driving ecstasy bears down inside me, making me grind my teeth and moan through a clenched jaw. I twist my fingers in his hair as my orgasm shreds through me, quaking through me and leaving me limp and shuddering with aftershocks of bliss in his hands.
He gently guides my ass back to the pool table, smiling up at me. He licks my dew from his lips and pulls my feet back up over his neck, standing up tall.
“Don’t stop now.” I’m surprised by how raw my voice is. “I need to feel you inside me, Ryan.”
“Oh, trust me. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” He smiles and quickly peels off his shirt, tossing it to the floor.
I pause for a moment, staring at his thick chest and chiseled abs. He looks like he stepped off the page of a fitness magazine. I just want to run my tongue over every defined ridge of his abs. I blink, remembering that my feet are still tangled up in my jeans. I manage to focus enough to kick off my shoes and finally free my pants from my legs.
I sit up on the table and peel my wet shirt off, letting it fall from my fingertips to the floor. I realize for the first time that the front door of the bar is still unlocked and we’re fucking around with all the lights on in here. A thrill of excitement trembles through me as Ryan grabs a foil packet from his wallet and tugs open his jeans.
He pushes them down far enough that his cock springs up, swaying slightly. I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips. He’s not only long, but he’s thick too. I’m not sure how much of that fat cock I can take. I bite my lip, wondering about something that hasn’t crossed my mind since I lost my virginity. I wonder if it’ll hurt.
Ryan rolls the condom over his throbbing shaft and lets his pants and underwear drop to the floor. He steps out of the fabric pooling around his ankles, kicking off his shoes with each step. “On all fours,” he demands, leaning forward. His hands circle my hips, flipping me on the table.
I feel so exposed with my bare ass hanging out in his face, on the pool table on all fours while he stands behind me. His eyes are on me, studying my curves. He climbs up on the table with me and pushes me down until my elbows are touching my knees. My ass is swaying before him. Ryan slides each of his legs outside mine and guides the tip of his thick cock to my entrance. Just the sensation of the head pressing against my wet slit is enough to make my pussy clench down with desire, already trying to squeeze him.
“You’ve got a beautiful ass.” Ryan smooths his hand over my bottom and I relax a little.
“Thank you,” I murmur and can’t help the way I grind back against him. I need his member to fill me. I can’t take another second of waiting.
“No, sweetheart, thank you.” He gives my cheek a stinging slap and thrusts his cock inside me deep and hard.
“Oh my God,” I cry out and wince at the sting of his thick shaft stretching my walls. I can’t believe how close it feels to my first time. That same pinching ache, that same feeling of my pussy barely having the room to fit him inside. The sensation quickly subsides as waves of pleasure build up inside me.
Ryan holds my back, keeping my ass up and head down for him as he fills me with his fat cock over and over. The bar fills with the clapping sounds of our bodies fucking. I grunt as his shaft slides in deeper with every thrust. His balls slap against my pussy, sending shockwaves back through me.
“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking tight. But you’re good and wet for me, aren’t you?” Ryan murmurs.
“I am,” I confess.
I jump slightly as Ryan’s thumb presses against my asshole. He sinks it inside my tight button as he fucks me harder than I’ve ever felt before. The sensations overwhelm me, making the waves grow out of control inside. The bliss crashes down over me and I yowl as another orgasm tears through my body.
Ryan’s thrusts grow jagged and heavy as his fingers dig into my flesh. “Oh fuck!” His seed fills the latex barrier between us, but there’s so much, it grows fuller with his cum. Ryan pants and doesn’t move a muscle, his cock buried deep inside me. He swallows hard, then pulls his thumb and cock free from my body, jumping off the pool table to dispose of the condom while I collapse against the green felt.
I know it only takes a second, but it seems longer while I wait for him to return. He slides back beside me and pulls me into his arms. Even though we’re both exposed, in the back of the bar on the table, it’s like we’re in a world of two.
“That was fucking incredible.” His fingertips trail over my shoulder and travel down my arm, exploring my skin the same way I wish I could explore the world. Free from worries or constraints, just enjoying each moment as it happens.
The lump forming in my throat sur
prises me. I didn’t realize how badly I was hoping to ride out of this town on the back of Ryan’s motorcycle. The realization that, as amazing as this was, it’s all about to be over, sinks in and leaves me hollow. I try to push the thought away, twisting my face into the valley between Ryan’s shoulder and his burly chest. He threads his fingers up into my messy bun and I breathe him in. It’s amazing how you can only just meet someone and connect to them.
“What are you thinking?” I try to get out of my own head by digging into his thoughts. I know he hasn’t passed out because he can’t seem to stop trailing his hands over my body, like he can’t get enough of me.
“Hmmm? Oh, uh, I guess I was thinking about this. About tonight.”
I can hear the smile on his lips. I smirk against his chest, like my problems in this town, like Wolfe and his bike club connections, are all a distant memory I once had. Like, somehow, these thick, ropy muscles wrapped around me can keep me safe from anything.
“Oh? What about it?” I tease him, pretending to be innocent.
“I was thinking how I won the game…”
“You sure did.” I laugh.
“Yeah, but I feel like I lost too.”
My heart sinks. Is this his way of telling me he regrets this? That he regrets me? I slide up on my forearm and my brows crinkle together, trying to read his expressionless face.
“What do you mean?” I’m not sure I want to know, but I can’t just let the swirling self-doubt rip away my happiness.
“Well, we said if you won you’d get to drive away with me tomorrow. But I won, so that’s not supposed to happen.” He meets my eyes, holding me prisoner in the intense blue. Staring into them reminds me of lazy summer days searching for shapes in clouds in the bright sunny sky. Just like those days, getting lost in his eyes is like I’m glimpsing into an alternate world, one where life is happier and full of simple pleasures.
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