Baggage & Buttons

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘So much,’ I sighed.

  ‘Then pot this shot and I’ll remove your Basque and make you come with my fingers,’ he murmured as he stood back up, pushing his erection firmly against my bottom. I didn’t need any more incentive, with another sharp clack, I hit the cue ball and potted the stripe I’d lined up. ‘You cheat, you’ve played before,’ he gasped, as I stood up and leaned back against him.

  ‘You never asked if I’d played Gabe, you just assumed that being a girl I hadn’t and I didn’t correct you. That was very chauvinistic of you.’

  ‘Where did you learn to play?’ he asked as he kissed my neck and nibbled my ear lobe.

  ‘In the local snooker club when I was supposed to be in my room studying,’ I sighed offering my neck up to him, he knew just where to kiss it to make me melt.

  ‘God I bet you had loads of men standing behind you eyeing up your bottom, wishing they could slide their cocks inside it, just like I’ve been doing now,’ he growled as he squeezed and caressed it. My eyes widened at the comment, was he implying he wanted anal with me? Was I ready for that?

  ‘I did get some attention. Now I seem to recall something about removing my Basque and the use of fingers please.’

  ‘You cheated baby so you forfeit. I’ll remove it, but you’ll have to sink the next shot for me to do what I promised.’

  ‘Gabe,’ I moaned, beyond frustrated. We hadn’t had sex since yesterday morning and I was going into withdrawal. I wasn’t sure I could cope with this extended foreplay, especially when I wasn’t actually getting any.

  ‘You tricked me Mia, for that you’ll have to wait. Do as you’re told,’ he ordered.

  ‘Why should I if you’re just going to tease me all night?’ I sulked. He grabbed my hand and pulled it behind my back and rubbed it up and down the swelling in his jeans.

  ‘Because you know how good this is going to make you feel if you please me baby, don’t you?’ he whispered as he bit and sucked my earlobe.

  I whimpered and nodded as he grasped my Basque, with one hand nestled in my cleavage, the other undoing the ribbons at the back as slowly as he could, making sure I felt every brush of his fingers and the satin as they snaked their way down. I was panting by the time he stripped it away from me, leaving me standing in only my g-string, stockings and suspenders. I heard him growl and I gasped as he ran his tongue slowly up my spine and I closed my eyes and parted my lips, appreciating the extended attention he was giving me. He stepped back quickly and put his palm on my lower back to guide me around the table to line up the next shot, which was an easy one. As I bent over, I knew I was pretty much exposed from behind, my tiny g-string wouldn’t be covering much. I heard him hiss through his teeth and felt him pull the thong aside, his index finger followed the grove down to my clit, his light touch making my nerves sizzle and I jolted, moaned and felt myself clench.

  ‘So ready baby, how badly do you need my cock in here,’ he growled.

  ‘Like you wouldn’t believe,’ I groaned as I writhed on the table while his finger continued to plough through my cleft. I squealed as he gently inserted it a fraction, barely breaching the entrance and my muscles starting biting around him immediately. I tried to push backwards onto his digit, to make him penetrate me further, but he held my bottom still with his other hand, his thumb caressing my skin.

  ‘Take the shot baby.’

  ‘But Gabe ...’

  ‘Take the shot, do as you’re told, pot it and I’ll let you come,’ he ordered. I lined up the ball and drew my cue back, no way was I missing this shot. As I followed it through to hit the white, he thrust his finger into me making me gasp, my hand moved and I missed even hitting a ball, let alone potting one.

  ‘You did that on purpose,’ I protested, furious. I tried to stand up to confront him, but his hand was between my shoulder blades in a flash, forcing me down onto the table as his finger started working in me. He pushed in another and I groaned, when the third went in I squealed, dropped the cue on the table and my fingers clawed at the baize, all forgiven.

  ‘O god Gabe … o yes, just there. Keep doing that there, please don’t stop,’ I groaned. I could hear him sighing every now and again as I clenched around him, my excitement lubricating his fingers.

  ‘You’re so damn wet Mia.’

  ‘Yes … I’m coming … I can feel it.’

  ‘Then I’d better stop, we need to save your orgasms for when you deserve them.’ I cursed him as he slid his fingers out and shoved them in my mouth, making me suck them clean, before releasing his hold on me and leaving me to catch my breath as he walked down to the other end of the table. I finally stood up and scowled at him. ‘Hmmm so angry baby. Angry and desperate for me, yes?’ he grinned, his face flushed with excitement. I gave him another scowl, the cocky bugger, wasn’t this even hard for him? ‘So as it’s my turn, what do I get if I pot a spot?’

  ‘I may not do anything, you’re playing mean,’ I pouted, sulking from my orgasm denial.

  ‘You cheated Mia, you didn’t tell me you could play. That was your punishment. Next time I’ll let you come, but not if you won’t play the game properly. So what do I get?’

  ‘I’ll take off that shirt, loosen those jeans and set your magnificent cock free.’

  ‘O god, it’s bad enough when you call him a penis, but to call him by his proper name is so hot. Say cock again for me in that sultry tone,’ he groaned, as I saw a tornado brewing in his eyes and watched him squeeze himself through his jeans. I walked around the table and moved behind him and caressed his bottom.

  ‘Cock,’ I whispered in his ear, then licked the base of his neck.

  ‘O shit,’ he groaned and quickly potted his spot.

  He turned and stood in front of me smiling and I ran my hands up his body, enjoying feeling his firm chest underneath. I grabbed the edges of his shirt and yanked it, ripping it open, making him gasp as his buttons went flying. I licked up between his defined pecs and nibbled at his throat as I shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms to the floor, desperately fighting the urge to try and force him to take me now. Keeping eye contact, I slowly undid each button on his jeans, his eyes followed my every move, he was playing it cool, but the look in them gave him away, as did his heaving chest. I slowly slid both of my hands into his tight jersey boxers and caressed his hips with my thumbs as he sighed deeply. When I grasped him with the one hand and pulled him up and out of his boxers, he was virtually panting. I gave him a few gentle strokes and squeezes, as I nibbled his shoulder, before releasing him and stepping back. I looked down at his erection and slowly, deliberately, licked my lips and looked up at him through my lashes.

  ‘Fuck baby, stop that or we’ll never finish. Next prize for potting?’ he asked eagerly, his eyes dark with lust. He really liked playing games and on reflection, even given my frustration, it seemed I did too.

  ‘I’ll remove the rest of your clothes, lick and suck your balls, then French kiss you while I stroke you, but I won’t let you come yet either.’

  He sank his ball in seconds, pulling back the cue ball perfectly into position for the next shot then spun around and winked at me. His eyes remained firmly fixed on my bouncing breasts as I walked up to him. I bent over to remove the items I’d promised and crouched and gently held his balls, cupping them from underneath, pressing firmly on his perineum and he grunted and looked down at me through half closed eyes. I ran my tongue up his quivering shaft, savouring the moment. I always wanted him to look at me the way he did right now, so full of passion for me.

  I gently nipped one of his balls with my teeth and sucked it in, rolling my tongue around it until his hands grasped at me, pulled me upright and he sank his tongue into my mouth with a deep groan. As we kissed I ran my fingers up the length of his shaft and paused at his head, circled his wetness with my thumb and pulled my head away from him. I put my thumb in my mouth and sucked it as he watched, knowing how much it turned him on. His lips had parted and his breathing was laboured. I swir
led my thumb again and, given his shocking move with his come on my palm this morning, I pushed my thumb into his mouth.

  ‘Suck,’ I ordered and saw his eyes widen in surprise at my move, before he did as he was told and I gripped him with my other hand and started to gently work him as he thrusted in time with my strokes. After a minute he pulled his head back gasping.

  ‘Stop … stop …STOP. Fuck. I don’t want to come yet, not until we’ve finished the game.’

  ‘Forfeit?’ I asked smiling, as I watched him squeeze the top of his head to stop himself coming.

  ‘Hell no, not to a bloody girl,’ he said, flashing me a look. ‘I’ll take another shot to give me a minute to calm down.’

  ‘Gabe! You’re very aggressively male sometimes. Which is worse? Losing a game of pool, or losing it to a girl?’

  ‘A girl,’ he said instantly and unapologetically and I narrowed my eyes as I let him see my thoughts on the matter. ‘Stop scowling at me like that Mia, it’s damn hot. What’s in it for me this time?’

  ‘Hmmm … I’ll let you fuck my mouth.’

  ‘Wow, you’re the best girlfriend ever,’ he groaned as he repositioned himself and lined up the cue for an easy shot, missed and swore.

  ‘What the hell was that?’ I exclaimed, laughing. ‘A blindfolded baby could have made that shot.’

  ‘Damn it, I was thinking about you sucking me off,’ he groaned. ‘You’ve completely thrown me.’

  ‘Well that serves you right for shoving a finger up me as I tried to pot mine earlier. Ok my turn, what’s in store for me?’

  ‘I’m going to lick you out then I’m going to stick a finger up that tight little arse of yours while you’re playing and make you sorry for laughing at me,’ he growled as his eyes flashed.

  ‘Then get ready to service a mere girl Gabe Austin, because I’m about to dazzle you with my prowess.’ I bent over again and hit the white off the cushion to rebound onto the stripe, which was hiding behind one of his spots, angling it perfectly into the pocket. I giggled and jumped up and down on the spot clapping my hands. He looked seriously pissed off for a moment, then his face broke into a smile when he saw how excited I was, well it was that or the fact that my breasts were bouncing up and down in front of his eyes.

  ‘Amazing shot baby, I see I’ve got some serious competition with you,’ he said, sounding sincere. I smiled at him and walked around the table to position myself ready for my next shot, then lay my chest on the table, spread my legs as far apart as I could get them and wiggled my bottom.

  ‘Ready when you are,’ I called out.

  ‘I’m always ready for you baby, my balls hurt I’m so desperate to offload in you. God you look so utterly fuckable lying there like that, you’re trembling.’

  ‘Because I know what’s coming, so stop stalling and get down on me,’ I giggled.

  ‘You’re so hot when you order me around.’ He made me gasp by grabbing my g-string and ripping it off me far too easily and then pushed his thumb into me, rotating it as I squealed with delight. He removed it, coating it with my plentiful arousal before moving up to my bottom and gently circling my hole. I twitched, it never felt natural when he went near it, but when he was in I didn’t care. I felt my muscles resist as he started to make his way inside, but when I felt him blowing warm air onto my clit I relaxed, and let his tongue and thumb invade both holes at the same time.

  ‘O. my. god ... that feels sooo good,’ I sighed as I closed my eyes and my jaw dropped. His tongue was a masterpiece, designed to hug my every curve, nook and cranny and I could feel his thumb rotating in my backside, my nerves quivering around him. I pushed back to ride his mouth as my insides began to clench. He pulled his face away giving a quick suck to my clit before standing up behind me, his thumb still firmly embedded.

  ‘I want you to try and pot it now, while I’m still inside you. You’re going to have to concentrate very hard as I’m going to keep pushing it in and out.’

  ‘But I need to come,’ I moaned, still lying face down on the table.

  ‘No, I say when you can. Take the shot Mia,’ he ordered. I raised myself up, pouting and kept writhing as he moved his thumb gently in and out of me, I went to take the shot and missed and he thrust deeply into me, before pulling out, leaving me to drop back over the table trembling. ‘So I still get a blow job if I make this shot?’ he grinned as I slowly rose to face him.

  ‘You may not get anything if you don’t fuck me soon Gabe, I’m dying here,’ I scowled.

  ‘So hot when you’re mad baby, but my game, my rules. So blow job for this pot?’ I bit my lip as I frowned at him, then smiled as I thought of a loophole.

  ‘O no that was a one-time deal Gabe. I’ve moved on, if you make this one, I’ll touch myself for you, where ever you tell me too until I come, but while you watch me, you can’t touch yourself.’ I knew it wouldn’t be as good as Gabe touching me, but right now I didn’t care, I just needed to come, and soon, and at least this way I could bring myself off while still abiding by his rules.

  ‘God damn it Mia, you sneaky little bugger.’ He flashed me a glare as he realised I’d played him. I winked at him and he gasped then smiled, stepped forwards, grabbed me into a tight embrace and kissed me hard before moving me to the side, a quivering wreck as he bent over and sunk his ball easily. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist seeing me masturbate for him, he loved it.

  ‘So Gabe, what would you like me to do for you?’ I asked, biting my lip and smiling naughtily at him, as I slowly unpinned my hair and let it tumble down to cover my breasts. His eyes flashed with hunger and I swore I saw his dick swell.

  ‘Christ let me touch you, the sight of you naked like that in stockings and suspenders, it’s too much,’ he groaned.

  ‘No, you said we had to play by the rules, so no touching, it’s my turn. Give me an order.’

  ‘Nipples,’ he uttered hoarsely. I still got embarrassed doing this, but it pleased him and I was getting more confident, given how much he seemed to love my body, so I began by running my fingertips around my swollen areola and pulled on my nipples, sucking a breath in through my teeth, as both the sensation of pleasure and the look on his face ran through my body, converging between my legs. ‘Leave one hand there, move the other down to your clit. Slowly,’ he ordered.

  I ran my right hand down my stomach and then trailed it back and forth along my pelvic line before moving again, pausing at the peak of my thighs, before sliding further down until I was hovering over my clit and could feel my shoulders and ribs rising and falling as I anticipated the release I was about to feel. I was that wound up I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to come.

  ‘What now?’

  ‘Touch it, imagine it’s my finger’ he whispered, his eyes fixated on that smooth triangle of flesh housing my pleasure centre, as his dick surged upwards. I groaned at the sight of him, before I even let my middle finger slowly circle my sensitive little nub and swayed on my feet.

  ‘Gabe,’ I gasped as I looked at him, my lips parted and cheeks flushed with pleasure.

  ‘Faster,’ he ordered, as his one hand clutched his balls and the other wrapped around his own shaft and he let out a guttural groan. I rubbed faster and began to circle my hips as I found my rhythm and let out a soft moan.

  ‘O god Gabe, I’m close to coming, imagining you touching me.’

  ‘Don’t this is fucking torture,’ he grunted as he gripped himself harder.

  ‘Do you want me Gabe?’

  ‘So much baby, more than anyone,’ he nodded, his eyes following my fingertips every move. I looked up at his face as I continued to play with my nipple and clit, my body writhing as I sighed. His eyes were heavy and burning and he kept licking and biting his lips as he watched me. I flitted my eyes down to his erection, throbbing in his hand and I could see he was nearly at breaking point. I just needed to push him a bit harder to make him fuck me, I needed him inside me, right now.

  ‘God I’m so wet for you, I’m going to come really
quickly Gabe, I can’t help myself, looking at you clutching your balls and big stiff cock,’ I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I panted. ‘Oooo god Gabe, you’ve made me so we… ’

  ‘Fuck this, I forfeit,’ he hissed, interrupting me and I heard the tear of foil and looked back at him, ecstatic to see he’d covered himself in a flash. He stepped forwards, grabbed me and spun me around and quickly bent me over the table, one hand on the back of my neck, pinning me face down on the baize. ‘Don’t think I didn’t notice you manipulated me,’ he growled, before he slammed himself into me and I yelped with pleasure.

  I’d missed having him inside me so much, and what with all the build-up I was so primed that I screamed his name as my orgasm hit me hard and fast within his first few thrusts. I felt an explosion of indescribable joy that radiated outwards to the ends of fingers and toes and the top of my head, my eyes rolled back as my muscles tightened around him, making him groan my name. I managed to twist my head, my cheek on the green felt and I clawed at it, eventually reaching out and grabbing one of the pool balls, squeezing it tightly in my hand as I shuddered.

  ‘You moved my balls,’ he growled.

  ‘So punish me, spank me,’ I whimpered, as I tried to recover while he continued to lay waste to me.

  ‘What?’ he sounded surprised and slowed down the speed of his thrusts.

  ‘I want to try it, please Gabe, spank me.’ I felt a gentle slap on my buttock. ‘Harder.’ The next was a bit firmer and I gasped, I really liked it. ‘Harder.’

  ‘Mia?’ I could hear the concern in his voice and he’d stopped his thrusts altogether.

  ‘Gabe I want it, please. You promised to do things to please me, to let me experience everything and to only stop if I said I quit, I’ve not said it, spank me, harder, now.’ He gave me a stinging crack with his palm and while my bottom was throbbing, so was my clit and my insides were watering.

  ‘Fuck baby, you’re soaking,’ he groaned.