by Ivy Smoak
"I didn't really think it was important."
Melissa shrugged. "You're right, it shouldn't have been part of the decision. Oh, that reminds me. Last time we hung out, you were going to talk to him about something he was hiding from you? I guess it wasn't so bad if you're still here."
"Oh. Yeah." This wasn't my information to share. James was clearly embarrassed about it if he had kept it from me for so long. And so far I hadn't even seen any evidence of his addiction. He seemed fine. He had three shots of vodka earlier and then walked away from it. He could have easily had more. "You know what? You were right. It wasn't anything I can't handle."
"I knew it." She smiled. I was glad when she didn't press me about it. Apparently being right was enough closure for her. She did love being right.
"So, he did actually get me one more thing," I said.
"Oh yeah?"
I nodded. "A key to his place."
"Wow, big step."
"I know. He asked me to move in with him. I said yes."
"Wait, you're leaving me? Penny, I don't like sleeping alone. You know it creeps me out. I've spent like the past week sleeping at Josh's."
"I thought you liked sleeping at Josh's?"
Melissa shrugged. "I guess. He snores though."
I laughed.
"Well, you'll still come hang out after class and stuff right?"
"Of course."
"Okay good. And I totally get it. I'd never want to leave this place either. So is his brother super rich too?"
"Melissa!"
"I'm just kidding. Kind of."
We both laughed.
"Do you want to finish the tour?" I asked.
"Is it just his office?"
"And some guest rooms." I actually hadn't seen the guest rooms. I was excited to explore some more. Melissa followed me out of James' room and I opened the door that led to the hallway. I opened the first door in the hall that I came to. It was just a normal bedroom. Ornate and perfect, but normal.
"Oh, yes! Same sheets!" Melissa said. "I can't wait to get totally wasted one night and have to crash in this bed."
"You can definitely be my first house guest."
"Awesome."
The next door was a guest bathroom. It was a smaller version of James' bathroom, without a tub. Another almost identical bedroom was on the other side of the bathroom. There was only one more door. I opened it up. I was expecting to see just another bedroom. But instead, there was a pool table in the center of the room and a bar to one side. "Wow, this is really cool." I ran my hand along the side of the pool table.
"Have you never been in here before?"
"No."
"I guess you've been too busy doing other things to get a proper tour?"
I could feel myself blushing. "Well, today he was helping me study for my Stat test next week."
"How professor-like of him."
"Yeah." I looked up at the huge picture on one of the walls. It was of a bunch of guys smiling. It took me a second to find James. He was in the center. He looked so happy. It didn't look like he had a care in the world. I recognized his friend Mason Caldwell that I had met in New York to the left of him. Otherwise, I didn't know anyone else in the picture.
"Do you think that was from when he was in college? He looks almost exactly the same," Melissa said.
"I don't know. But yeah, that's why I never would have guessed he was my professor when we first met. He doesn't look 27."
Melissa smiled at me. "Have you met any of his friends?"
"Yeah, that one." I pointed to Mason. "It was weird though. Apparently they lost touch after he moved here. James is kind of closed off. I'd like to meet more of his friends."
"Well, it'll be fun to meet his brother. I bet you can ask him tons of questions."
"Mhm." I suddenly felt nervous about meeting Rob. James had made it clear that his parents probably wouldn't like me very much. I hoped that his brother and sister would be more accepting.
"I actually need to get going," Melissa said. "Maybe we can hang out this weekend? I know it's a little awkward, but the Sigma Pi formal is on Saturday and I could really use your help getting ready."
A while ago I had hoped that Tyler would ask me to the Sigma Pi formal. That seemed like ages ago. "No, that's not awkward at all," I said. "Actually, that sounds great. I'll probably want to give James and his brother some guy time anyway. I don't want to be third wheeling with them."
Melissa laughed. "I'm pretty sure Rob would be the third wheel in that equation. Let me say bye to James before I go."
Chapter 28
Thursday
"There you are." James wrapped his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck.
"When was this picture taken?" I had wandered back into the room with the pool table after Melissa had left. There was something captivating about the picture. There were no pictures hanging in any of the other rooms in his apartment. And the only other picture I knew of was a small framed one of him and his siblings on his desk. This had to be important to him.
"When I was in college." He kissed my neck again.
"You look so happy."
"I'm happier now."
I couldn't help but smile. I was glad I could make him happy. "I recognize Mason. Who are the other guys?"
"They're my frat brothers."
"You were in a frat?"
"Why do you seem so surprised?"
"I don't know. I usually consider frat guys to be immature. But maybe you were immature back in college."
"Hmm." His lips tingled the back of my neck. "Is thinking about getting laid all the time immature?"
I laughed. "Yes."
"I was definitely immature then. And I guess I'm still immature. Because all I could think about all night was fucking you."
I swallowed hard. I loved when he talked like that. His naughty words seemed to have a direct line to my groin.
He pushed me forward slightly so that my hips were pressed against the pool table. "Are you good at pool, Penny?" His fingers had dipped beneath my shirt, pushing it up the sides of my torso.
"I'm okay. I haven't really played that much."
My throat made a weird noise when his hands fell from my waist. God I wanted him.
He placed the cue ball down on the table and racked up the other balls. "Show me what you got." He handed me a pool stick.
I didn't want to play pool. I wanted his hands back on me and for him to be whispering naughty things in my ear. I tried to clear my head. "Am I stripes or solids?"
"Whichever you hit in first." He smiled at me. "And let's make things interesting." He leaned against the pool table. "Whenever one of us gets a ball in, we get to choose one thing for the other person to do."
"One thing for the other person to do?"
"Mhm. So if I get a ball in, I could say I wanted your lips around my cock."
I bit my lip. This is going to be fun.
"You're up, Penny."
I bent low and arched my back. I looked over at him. He was staring at my ass. I smiled and hit the cue ball. It slammed into the rest of the balls, but none of them went in. Shit.
"That's a shame. I really wanted to see what you'd make me do." He grabbed another stick off the wall and lined up his shot. "I'll be solids." He easily hit one in. "Take off your shirt, Penny. And you might as well take off your bra too." He sunk his next shot, which actually included two more balls, and looked over at me.
I didn't realize how good he was at pool. I slowly peeled my shirt off and unhooked my bra. "James, this isn't even fair."
"How about a maximum of two balls in a row?" His eyes wandered up my body and landed on my eyes. "Which means you're up."
I leaned down and tried to focus on my shot. I could feel his gaze on my breasts. When he looked at me with his hungry eyes it was almost impossible to focus. But my shot was easy. The only thing I had to do was make sure I didn't hit the cue ball in. I took a deep breath and hit my first striped ball in. Yes! I smiled and
stood up. "I think you should take your shirt off too."
He locked eyes with me and grabbed his shirt by the nape of his collar and quickly pulled it off. My eyes drifted down his perfectly sculpted torso. Focus. I turned back to the table and lined up my next shot. It was another easy one.
"And, Penny," James said as he walked over to me. He put his hand on the arch I had made with my back. "I forgot to mention, if you hit the cue ball in, that results in a punishment."
Everything below my waistline clenched. "A punishment?"
"But I happen to know you like being punished." He nipped my shoulder blade.
Oh God. "James, stop trying to distract me."
His fingers fell from my back, but he stayed right next to me. I could feel the heat radiating off his body and his gaze was making me blush. I did love being punished. But I wanted to choose what he did next. The thought was so exciting that I hit my next shot too hard, sinking a striped ball and the cue ball. Crap.
James grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the edge of the pool table. "If you weren't pouting, I would have thought you had done that on purpose." He lightly nipped my earlobe.
I moaned and tilted my head to the side. He kissed my neck and let his lips slowly wander across my clavicle. I was expecting him to spank me. This wasn't a punishment at all.
He began to trace his hands up the insides of my thighs. His lips continued their descent and stopped between my breasts. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and lightly tugged.
"James," I moaned. I tilted my hips, wanting him to touch me.
He responded by pushing down on my thighs, pressing my ass back down against the table. His tongue swirled around my nipple. One of his hands abandoned my thigh and he began to match the motions of his tongue with his fingers on my other nipple. I didn't even understand my body's reaction to this. How is this turning me on so much?
His fingers traced up my leg and along the top of my thigh. Everything he did made it more and more apparent that he wasn't touching me where I needed him to. I could feel my thong getting damp. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore teasing, he tugged hard on my nipple.
"James, please," I panted. Now I realized what the punishment was. He wasn't going to give me what I really wanted. He was just teasing me.
He moved his face a fraction of an inch in front of mine. "I want you," he said in a low husky voice. His thumbs hooked in the waistband of my leggings.
"I want you too." I lifted my hips slightly. I needed him to touch me. I needed his hands, his tongue, his cock.
"Then you'll have to play better than that." He let my waistband slap back against my skin. He picked up his pool stick and easily hit another solid ball in. "Get on your knees, Penny."
I gulped. I wanted whatever he'd give me. I slid off the pool table and got down on my knees. He slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans as he walked over to me. When he got to me, he ran his thumb along my bottom lip. "Make me cum in your mouth."
His words made me even wetter. I pulled his boxers down and let his erection spring free. I looked up at him as I wrapped my hand around his base.
His Adam's apple rose and fell.
I ran my tongue from his base to his tip and then locked eyes with him as I gently kissed his tip. I wrapped my lips around him and slowly slid down his length.
A low groan escaped from his lips, making me tighten my lips around him. I loved hearing him react to what I was doing. I began to slide his erection in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, but then picking up speed. I reached up and gently cupped his balls in my hand.
He groaned again and ran his fingers through my hair. Normally at this point he'd start guiding me. I loved when he did that. But he had asked me to make him cum. I wanted to prove to him that I could do it without his guidance. I tightened my lips even more.
"Fuck."
It sounded like he had never felt anything so amazing before. I bobbed my head up and down faster. And then I paused to breathe, swirling my tongue around his tip.
"Don't stop, baby," he groaned.
I liked when he called me that. He rarely ever did. Usually I was just Penny or sometimes Miss Taylor. But when he called me baby it made me feel like I was completely his. I quickened my pace and let his tip hit my throat. I didn't even need to suppress my gag reflex. I wanted him to cum. I removed my hand from his base, grabbed his ass, and pushed his cock all the way into the back of my throat.
His cock began to pulse in my mouth. I pulled back just in time, letting his hot semen shoot into my mouth instead of directly down throat. It was sweet and salty at the same time. I loved the taste of him. I continued to slide my lips up and down his shaft until he finished. And then I greedily drank it all down.
When he pulled out of my mouth, he immediately zipped his pants back up. "Maybe now I can focus," he said and turned back to the table.
"You're already winning," I laughed.
He shot another solid ball perfectly into one of the corners of the pool table. "But I don't even have you naked yet." He put his hand out for me.
I grabbed it and he pulled me to my feet.
"Now take off your pants." He let go of my hand.
I wasn't sure I had ever lost so badly at anything before. But it didn't really matter. I'm pretty sure no matter who won, we'd want the same thing at the end. At least, I hoped he wanted me. I wasn't sure how much more teasing I could handle. I pushed my leggings down my thighs, stepped out of them, and threw them at him.
He smiled and caught them in his hand.
I grabbed my stick and walked around the table, trying to find the easiest shot. Before I knew it, he had walked up behind me.
He let his fingers wander down my back. "I like this," he said as he touched my lacy thong.
I looked over my shoulder at him. "Well, you should. You're the one who bought it for me."
"How about you let me help you with this shot. I'd really like to see what you want me to do next."
I swallowed hard. I wanted that too. "Okay."
He leaned forward, pressing his naked torso against my back. Every inch of me wanted to turn around and kiss him. But I wanted more than that. In order to get more, I needed to get my next shot. He put his left hand on top of mine, pressing my fingers against the felt of the pool table. He grabbed the pool stick and pulled it back. Even the wood sliding through my fingers aroused me.
"Okay," he whispered into my ear as he wrapped his right hand around mine too. He pushed me forward slightly, so that my hips were digging into the side of the pool table.
I swallowed hard.
"Let's hit the nine into the left pocket." He moved my right hand back, pulling the stick back farther, and pushed my hips even harder against the pool table.
I could feel his erection pressing against my ass.
"Gently, Penny." He kissed the side of my neck. "I can't wait to see what you want me to do." He kissed my neck again.
"I think you're just trying to distract me even more." I knew I could make this shot.
"No. I want you to make it. I haven't tasted you since yesterday."
God. There was no way I could concentrate now.
He lightly slid the pool stick forward, guiding my hands, and hit the cue ball. The nine ball went right into the left pocket. "See...gentle." He kissed my neck again.
"I want you to lick me," I blurted out.
His hands fell from mine. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled my back against his torso.
"You want me to lick you?" he whispered into my ear. His tongue found the back of my ear and he gently licked it.
It felt amazing. But it wasn't want I wanted. "Not there." My voice sounded so needy. I turned around and ran my hands down his abs.
He raised his eyebrow at me. He wanted me to say it.
Instead I looked down and then back up at him.
He grabbed the sides of my thong and slid them over my hips. "You want me to lick your pussy?"
I gulped. "Yes."
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bsp; "You shouldn't be embarrassed to ask me for that." He lifted me back onto the side of the pool table and spread my legs. "You know that I love the taste of you." He knelt down in front of me and massaged the insides of my thighs. "So ask me, Penny. Tell me exactly what you want me to do."
"I want you to lick my pussy." I wasn't sure why I was embarrassed to say it. But the way he looked at me after I did made me want to say it a thousand times.
"It's sexy when you say it." He leaned forward and placed a slow stroke against my wetness.
"Oh God." I held onto the edge of the pool table so that I wouldn't fall backwards and knock all the balls around.
He swirled his tongue around inside of me, pressing against all my walls, as his nose rubbed against my clit.
Yes! I wasn't going to last long at all. I had wanted him all night. And him teasing me earlier had already wound me up so tightly.
He pushed my thighs even farther apart and held them down firmly with his strong hands.
It felt like my whole body was trembling.
He shoved his tongue even deeper, pressing his nose firmly against my clit.
"James!" I grabbed the back of his head to hold him in place. I was so close.
He continued to swirl his tongue inside of me for a few more seconds. But then he grabbed my hand, removed it from the back of his head, and pulled away from me.
"No, James. Please don't stop."
"Baby." He kissed the inside of my thigh. "I like pleasing you." He kissed my opposite thigh. "And I like when you tell me what you want." He stood up and pulled me off the table. "But you didn't ask me to make you come. I wish you had. I love making you come with just my tongue. It's your shot, though. Get your next ball in and tell me what you want."
My legs felt like jelly. I couldn't concentrate on anything. I just needed to feel release. How was I supposed to make my next shot? I pressed my thighs together, but it didn't help at all. I focused as best I could and took my next shot. The cue ball bounced off the wall and didn't hit anything. Crap!
He tossed me my thong. "I believe I have to earn this. But don't bother putting it back on." He easily sunk his next ball.
I threw my thong back at him. "If I had known how good you were at this, I wouldn't have agreed to this game." I was so horny. I couldn't even stand it. Why hadn't I asked him to make me come?
