He leaned down and kissed me. “No worries, babe, we got all night.”
I smiled against his lips. “I’m good with that.”
“Go on and dry off while I take a quick shower,” he said.
Getting out, I shivered, wrapping a towel around my dripping hair and another around my torso. My body was still humming from the orgasm.
I sat with my legs folded under me in the middle of the bed, towel-drying my hair. When I flipped the towel over, I saw Jameson leaning against the dresser, watching me.
“You’re beautiful, Tish,” he said. Coming over to the bed, he took my chin in his palm, stroking his fingers over my face. “The guys were so relaxed tonight—that’s because of you.”
“Don’t forget Jiji Jameson.” I don’t want to take all the credit because she had just as much to do with it as I did. “We did it together.”
He smiled. “Yeah, you both did good.”
Smiling back, I said, “If that orgasm was my reward, then let’s have parties a lot more often.”
He burst out laughing, then got serious quickly. He leaned a knee on the bed, stalking me until the mattress tilted, throwing me against him.
Eyeing his erect cock, I reached out to stroke it, a drop of precum beaded at the tip. “I see you’re ready for round two, babe.”
He hissed through his teeth; I needed to taste him. Leaning over, I licked that drop then ran my tongue over the slit at the top, looking for more. It was salty sweet; his skin was damp from the shower and he smelled wonderfully woodsy.
Taking care with my teeth, I nibble up and down his shaft with just my lips, stroking him in a tight grip as I did. My other hand was kneading and scratching his inner thigh, moving up to skim over his taut abs and lower belly. I traced the muscle that made a V down to his groin, humming. I licked and kissed down that muscle, something I’d been fantasized about doing.
His calloused fingertips tangled in my hair, he groaned, “Suck my dick, babe.”
I licked around the bulbous head, moving my lips back and forth over the ridge between the head and shaft, he groaned so I keep doing it, ‘til he pushed in further, his thick shaft filling my mouth. I began sucking harder.
My hand encircled his dick as far as I could, but my fingertips didn’t meet. I released him from my mouth with an audible pop, blowing on the wetness afterward.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I saw him watching me suck him; his lust-filled eyes followed his dick stretching my lips, disappearing into my warm, wet mouth. I lingered, giving him a show, alternating light and hard sucks. Licking from the crown down the shaft, keeping my tongue pressed against the underside of his dick ‘til my nose hit his pubic hair. I hummed again, knowing the vibrations only added to his pleasure. I started stroking him with one hand while I palmed his balls with the other.
I sucked one into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue, lightly kneading his sack.
He pulled my hair, moving my mouth off his balls and back onto his cock. “Suck me, doll; that feels so good, but I need your mouth here,” he said, guiding his shaft back into the cavern of my mouth.
I sucked him, taking as much as I could. I relaxed my jaw, wrapping my mouth around him just below the base of the head and keeping my tongue as broad and flat as I could to maintain a tight seal.
I closed my hand around the base of his shaft, moving my head so my lips met my fist; no way would I have been able to take all of him without gagging.
He began kneading the back of my head, digging his fingers into my scalp and groaning as he felt the suction tightening around his mushroom shaped head. I flicked my tongue, nipping lightly with my lips, and his hand tightened in my hair, guiding me into a faster rhythm.
Reaching down, I began rubbing the soft spot between his balls and his ass with my knuckle, keeping a firm pressure.
He tensed. “I’m gonna come, Tish,” he warned, trying to pull my lips off his cock.
I tightened my lips, lightly tugging on his sack. The jolt that ran through him was followed immediately by warm semen hitting the back of my throat.
I swallowed until his body stopped thrusting. I released his dick, sitting back on my heels, using the towel I had been drying my hair with to wipe my mouth. He dropped down on the bed next to me, scooping me into his arms, and hugged me to his chest before rolling me onto my back. He leaned down and kissed me; I knew he could taste himself, but it didn’t stop him from kissing me thoroughly.
Rising up on his elbows, he looked down, tucking my hair behind my ear and ghosting his fingers over my face. “Crazy ‘bout you, Tish,” he said. “That was fuckin’ hotter than hell,” I blushed and he laughed. “You’re something,” he said against my lips.
He turned onto his side and tucked me against his hard body. “Sleep, babe, you had a long day. Love you,” he breathed in my ear as I fell asleep.
Twenty
A couple weeks later
Tish and I had fallen into a routine; she got a job at the local hospital working per diem—or as needed—while she looked around. I would take her shooting at the range during the day if she was working afternoons or evenings, and I would take her at night if she worked the day shift. She was getting more comfortable carrying. She loved the gun I had Opry order for her, praising the pearl handle and side holster.
We spent every night in bed together. I couldn’t get enough of her tight body and sweet pussy. But more than that, I enjoyed how she cared enough to ask about my day and really listen to my answer. She gave me her full attention in and out of bed.
On the weekends, we went to the club to hang out with the guys. They respected her, teased her, making her feel welcome, and she responded by being attentive, smiling and greeting everyone by name, asking about their significant others—just being herself.
It was Friday night and we were at the clubhouse. Danko was teaching Jiji how to play pool. I heard her laughing as I went up to the bar to grab a couple beers.
Tish came up behind me, sliding her arms around my waist. “Do you want to play some pool?”
I smiled at her over my shoulder. “Rack ‘em, babe!”
She walked over to one of the empty tables and started pulling balls out of the pockets, rolling them onto the table. Grabbing the triangle, she set up the rack then turned, pulling a cue from the holder on the wall.
“G’head and break,” I said. She chalked up her cue and leaned over the table to line up for the break; the loose shirt she was wearing swung forward, giving me a nice view of her tits in a pink camisole. She looked up to catch me staring with my beer halfway to my mouth and winked, the little wench.
She sent the cue ball flying across the table and, with a loud thunk, the balls started rolling. The purple striped ball fell into the side pocket. “Stripes,” she called. She walked around the table, looking at all the possibilities ‘til she found something she liked. Lining up the ball, she stroked the stick a few times before taking the shot. A red stripe rolled into a pocket and she grinned. She sank one more ball before she missed, and then it was my turn.
Chalking my cue, I took my time looking at the layout on the table. Tish walked over to the high-top table we were using and grabbed her beer from it. She took a couple swallows while she watched me sink two balls in a row.
She smirked at me. “Yeah, yeah,” she said.
As I lined up my next shot, she walked over and leaned an elbow on the table, cocking a hip. I watched her shimmy her shoulder, allowing the shirt she wore to hang precariously then slowly slide down her arm, giving me an excellent view of her lace-covered tits. She shook her head; her long hair flowed over her shoulder almost to her waist, curling around her breast. I took the shot and sank the ball, winking at her while she pouted that her ploy didn’t work. Coming around the table, I dropped a kiss on her lips for the effort; she laughed, pu
shing me away to continue the game.
Finding the setup, I wanted, I sent the cue ball flying; it crashed into the solid yellow ball, sending it rolling towards the end pocket. It clipped one of Tish’s balls and hit the bar instead of falling into the pocket.
“Hah,” she said. Leaning over, she centered her weight on the balls of her feet and, pulling her hair over one shoulder, she stuck her ass out, sliding her stick through her hands and over the felt before taking her shot.
I felt my dick getting hard and moved to the table to grab my beer. I saw her tongue peep out to wet her bottom lip. My beer paused halfway to my mouth as she casually stroked her stick while reading the table, looking for an angle and totally ignoring me. Her hand traveled up her arm, pulling at her shirt and exposing her chest in the camisole. I could see that her nipples were hard and she lightly flicked one as she brought her hand down to her stick and forcefully hit the ball. It rolled across the table and fell, clicking against the others in the pocket.
I realized I was still holding my beer, so I took a sip and set it on the table, not taking my eyes off her. She rolled in another ball before she scratched, stomping her foot. Damn, she was adorable. Wanting to see her reaction, I quickly sank two more solids, making her swear.
A song came over the speakers and her face lit up; she started rotating her hips then raised her arms in the air, dancing around in a circle. I completely forgot the game just watching her move sinuously to the music. She blew a kiss over her shoulder at me, snapping her fingers to the beat.
To hell with the game. I moved forward to drag her up to my room and fuck her ‘til she was screaming my name.
She must have read my intent, because she wagged her finger in front of my face. “Nah-uh,” she said.
Pulling her up against me so she could feel my raging hard-on, I said, “You did this.” Grinding my dick against her pelvis, I said, “We haven’t been playing pool, it’s been fucking foreplay, babe. I’m hot and hard, so what are you gonna do about it?”
She nipped my chin, then soothed it with her tongue. “Later, stud. Let’s finish this game, then we can concentrate on...other things.” She sent me a seductive look from under her lashes.
Grunting, I let her go, turning my back to the table before arranging my dick into a more comfortable position. I caught Breech’s eye from a couple tables over and he raised his beer at me in salute. I gave him the finger then lined up my shot. I could hear him laughing but ignored him while I sank a couple more balls.
Standing in front of the table, I looked for the best way to put the eight ball in the side pocket. One of her stripes was in a defensive position. I thought I could get past it if I put some English on it.
Tish came over, hips swinging, ass swaying, a seductive smile on her face. She reached up, hugging my bicep, rubbing her tits against it as she blew in my ear.
I glanced at her sideways and said, “Not going to work, babe, but don’t let me stop you from trying.” I smirked. “I’m finishing this game, then we are going upstairs to my room to fuck ‘til morning. Good thing you’re not working tomorrow; I plan on making it hard for you to walk.”
She sucked in a quick breath, then laughed low, reaching for the front of my jeans, but I was quicker, stopping her before she could touch me. Twisting her arms behind her back, I trapped her between my body and the pool table. “If you don’t want me to fuck you right here, right now on this table for the whole club to see, you’ll let me end this game,” I warned.
She relaxed in my arms. I smiled, thinking I won this round, then she leaned forward to say, loud enough for everyone around us to hear, “Jameson, the brothers don’t wanna see your dick; they already know whose is legend and who has a lap pinkie.”
My mouth fell open as the guys around the other tables burst out laughing. Danko was at the next table, bent over and wiping his eye. “Fuckin’ A, Tish,” he said. “I’m dying.” I shoved him into the wall.
Breech almost fell out of his chair. “Lap pinkie,” he boomed, laughing hysterically.
I stalked around the table to Tish. She stood her ground, with her head tilted up and her shoulders squared. “You don’t scare me Jameson; you wouldn’t hurt me, I’d bet my life on it.”
“Think you’re funny, babe? Wait ‘til I get you ass up, naked and across my lap later. You’ll pay for that one, I promise.”
She giggled, moving away, flicking her fingers at me in a shooing motion. “Finish the game so the next pair can play,” she said.
I sank the eight ball then laid my stick on the table. Tish put her stick back in the rack while I grabbed my beer, tipped the bottle, and finished it. Sitting down on the stool at the table, I pulled a smoke out of my cut and lit up. Tish came back to stand between my spread knees. Blowing out the drag I just took, I leaned down and kissed her.
“I love how comfortable you feel here, Tish; a couple weeks ago you wouldn’t have said a word. Now here you are, boldly calling me out to my brothers.”
She reached up, caressing my face. Threading her fingers into my hair, she pulled me down and kissed me, tracing my lips with her tongue then slipping inside and tangling with mine. She pulled back to say, “It’s you, Jameson, I feel like I belong here with you and your friends. You’ve made it a place where I’m comfortable and it’s altered my attitude.
“Yeah, well that attitude is gonna get you bent over and spanked later, but I like the fire, babe.”
She looked at me hesitantly. “You wouldn’t really spank me, would you?”
I took another drag, then crushed the cigarette out. “Count on it, babe.”
Twenty-One
When he went to get another beer, I had to do a panty check because the image of him spanking me? Yeah, that got me wet. We’d been practically living together the last few weeks and while I loved it, I needed to know where this was going. Playing house was okay for a while, but if he didn’t see a future, I had to prepare myself because I was falling deeper in love every day we spent together.
I knew from seeing him with Sonya that he’s fucked half the club girls here. But he said that since I came, there hadn’t been any other girls in his bed. He might not be looking but those bitches were definitely checking him out. None of them would confront me directly. I liked a couple of them a lot. We could talk music and fashion, they gave me makeup tips and I showed them the latest braid styles. But that one in particular, Sonya…
Bitch didn’t even crack the surface of what she was. She tried to insinuate that something was going on with her and Fighter. She wasn’t going to get in my head and screw with my peace of mind. He wasn’t a liar, so I believed him when he said they hadn’t hooked up since I came to the club. The other girls told me to ignore her; she was just jealous and she liked to stir the pot.
I saw him lounging against the bar. His muscular arms flexed when he lifted the beer to his lips, and when he leaned in to listen to what Breech was saying, his jeans pulled taut across his tight ass. Putting my chin in my hands, I sighed; his hair needed a trim and the stubble on his face only added to his masculinity. He was a guy’s guy but he I loved the way he treated me as his woman, like something rare and special… He didn’t sugarcoat anything, he was blunt but fair.
I made my way over to him. He casually dropped an arm across my shoulders but kept his focus on Breech. Patting his stomach, I slipped out from under his arm and walked over to the pool table where Danko and Jiji were arguing.
“Hey, Jiji, what are you bitching about now?”
“Danko says I’m holding the stick wrong but I don’t feel comfortable the way he’s showing me. I can’t seem to get any power behind it that way.”
“Show me.”
She demonstrated, showing me how her fingers were wrapped over the stick like she was holding a cigarette.
Danko said, “How ‘bout you try a V-bridge by
resting your thumb against your index finger, then put the heel of your hand on the table.”
He got behind Jiji and bent over her back to show her how to hold the cue and position her hand on the table.
From behind Danko, I heard, “What the ever-loving fuck?” Then, Breech reached over and ripped him away from Jiji.
Danko stumbled back but came up swearing. “What the fuck, Breech?” Danko yelled, getting in his face. “I was just showing her a different way to hold the cue, man, that’s all.”
“Riding her ass while doing it too, Danko,” Breech growled, going nose-to-nose with him.
Jiji looked stricken, like she was going to cry.
Danko’s face turned dark. “Fuck you, man, you’re not her father.” Breech’s fist would have hit Danko’s face if Fighter hadn’t caught his arm before he could connect.
“God fucking damn it, you gonna fight, then take this shit outside,” Fighter shouted. “We got women in here! Chill out, man.” It looked like Breech relaxed, and Fighter released him.
Breech pulled a pack of smokes from his cut and lit one up. “Sorry, Danko, That wasn’t cool,” he said, holding out his hand.
Danko took it and they did that man hug thing, slapping each other on the back. Breech glanced at Jiji, shook his head, then walked out of the clubhouse.
Jiji looked at Jameson, who was scowling at her. “I warned you, Jiji,” he said.
“I didn’t do anything! I wasn’t teasing either of them, I just wanted to learn how to play pool,” she yelled, defending herself.
“Jameson, it really was a PG-rated encounter. I was standing right here,” I said. “Something is stuck in Breech’s craw, and it’s not from anything Jiji did. But if I’d walked up on them, it could have looked like Danko was making a play.”
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