Eight Ball Side Pocket

by Lane, Nevea

  Eight Ball

  Side Pocket

  By

  Nevea Lane

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  Copyright © 2011 Nevea Lane

  Editor: Lacynda Hill

  Cover Art: Shara Azod

  Eight Ball Side Pocket

  Nicole knew it would come to this. A part of her always knew the electric current that buzzed between her and her opponents had nothing to do with the lightening storm going on outside. The day’s work was done; they were just trying to unwind from a day out on the harbor with a friendly game of pool. Dante and Nathaniel always had a bet going on, they played for beer, a round of buffalo wings, and once they played for chin-ups.

  She should have known that the game had changed as soon as the bar closed. The downpour of Seattle’s rain kept the bar empty and they closed shop early. The lightening strikes would light the room occasionally, but this is where she felt most at home. In the lower level of the bar, Nicole could hide from the world but be totally free with the two best friends she’d ever known. She’d known the dynamically devilish duo for two years now and they’d developed a comfortable routine. After the bar closed, they’d play pool. They played eight-ball on a black lacquer pool table Dante had custom made for his personal use. The black felt looked like the ocean at night in the dim lighting of the wood paneled room.

  The bar’s pool room downstairs was their own home away from home. Dante and Nathaniel both owned the bar, and she rented the room above the bar. From the first moment she took the keys from Nathaniel’s hand, she knew there was a spark between them. The spark only intensified when Dante was present. She tried so hard to throw them the little sister vibe by playing their drinking games, signing up for their fantasy football league, and doing anything that made her seem like a good old tomboy instead of a desirable female. Somewhere deep in her heart, she knew that if she ever crossed that line of intimacy with either one of them, it would be explosive, crazy, and dangerous. Her heart was too bruised and too battered to want to deal with the torment of being in a relationship again. Her last man had left her so burned that she didn’t look in the mirror for months. He told her that her little bit of extra cushion was too much for him to handle. His subtle remarks about her not having extremely long hair that he could grab onto made her feel like her stylish pixie cut was a turn off. It was when the bastard tried to get her to walk around in five-inch stilettos, which that made her look ridiculously tall, that Nicole realized that he was trying to make her into some type of trophy piece. She took her pixie cut-wearing, sneaker-loving, junk-in-the-trunk self away from him and his insults.

  Back in the present, Nicole looked at the black pool table and the cue ball staring up at her and knew that this shot would decide her fate. There was too much at stake for her to flub this shot. Dante had been the one to suggest that they play for higher stakes tonight. Sighing, Nicole looked at Dante, who was bizarrely watching her every move. Damn him with his mischievous green eyes and jet black hair. Her biggest issue with Dante was that he always smiled at her as if he knew all of her secrets. He was constantly trying to set her off. According to him, she was at her best when she was flustered. She’d rolled her eyes at the thought because around those two she was always flustered.

  Dante and Nathaniel had been inseparable since she met them. She never saw one without the other in tow. She found out later that they were merely close friends, which made her breathe a huge sigh of relief because she didn’t need the ego blow of lusting after two homosexual men. She would have checked herself into the nearest loony bin if that had been the case. There was something about the way the two operated together that always gave Nicole pause, and after the pause, a shuddering shiver of pleasure that ran the length of her spine.

  “You know, Nicole, that ball isn’t going to shoot itself.” Dante said, eyeing her up and down from the bar stool. Nicole looked up from the table. Her eyes traveled slowly up from his boots to his jean-clad thighs. His arms folded across his chest made her want to be wrapped in one of his big bear hugs. His muscled chest looked like it was trying to escape the black t-shirt he wore. Biting her lip, she looked over to Nathaniel. His gray eyes bored into her as usual. The problem with Nathaniel was his closely shaven head, it always made her want to rub it and make a wish.

  “I’m aware of that Dante. Now, sit back and watch me work.” she said, with much more bravado than she felt. Nicole took a deep breath.

  She bent over the table, lining up her shot. The feel of the pool stick in her hand played with her mind. The smooth wood in her fingers just felt right and made her inadvertently look at the denim covered crotches of her opponents. Groaning inwardly, she tried to place all thoughts of sex out of her head. Tension filled the room as she pulled the stick back and hit the cue ball with a prayer. Unfortunately, she had no idea if she was praying for the ball to go in or to miss the hole. She held her breath as the eight ball nudged closer to the side pocket. It slowed, slowed some more, and then stopped. Right on the edge of the pocket, it stopped. Nicole was tempted to hip-check the table and make the ball go in, but she was no cheater.

  Sighing, Nicole put down her stick and unclasped her bra. At least she still had on her panties and skirt. Playing strip pool with these two had been a mistake. As she slid the straps of the bra down her shoulders, Nicole wasn’t sure if she wanted to look up or not. She could feel their heated gazes on her. If her skin wasn’t the color of dark brown sugar, she was sure she would have been beet red.

  She heard twin gasps as her breasts were fully exposed. She stood before them topless, not ashamed, but aroused. The realization that this is what she had been hoping for since she first set her eyes on the pair hit her strongly in the gut. That is when she raised her head. No words were coming, not even from the smooth talking Nathaniel. He walked over to Nicole and leaned in close to her.

  “You know, you’ve run from us too long Nicole.” Nathaniel whispered into her ear, making her shudder and her overheated flesh break out into goose pimples. His breath smelled of the cognac they were sipping earlier. He put his hand on her breast and began to rub and knead the chocolate mound with soft, mind blowing caresses.

  “I wasn’t running, Nathaniel.” She looked him fully in the eyes as the whispered words tumbled out of her mouth. If she was honest with herself, she had been running. She’d been running away from feeling desired by these two.

  Dante, almost catlike, had moved to her other side, and Nicole gasped as she felt his pink tongue dart out across her hardening nipple.

  “Yes you were, darling Nikki. We know how much you want us. We can feel your desire, and we aren’t waiting any longer.” Dante murmured on her skin in between his intoxicating kisses.

  Oh my gosh, what am I allowing to happen? Nicole thought, as pleasure ignited in her body.

  Dante and Nicolas led her to the edge of the pool table. She braced herself as Dante and Nathaniel let their tongues explore every inch of her upper torso. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to become spellbound as their warm tongues flicked over her skin. Her knees turned to jelly when she felt both of their tongues find the same nipple. A hint of
peppermint drifted to her nose as she looked down and saw Nathaniel take one swipe at her chocolate nipple and moving to allow Dante to take the second swipe. It was as if her nipple became the birdie in a game of badminton. Her back arched, and her head fell back, and Nicole could see fireworks behind her closed eyelids.

  She could feel her sex becoming wet, and the moisture started to run from her pussy, pooling into the satin fabric of her panties. She felt Dante’s rougher, calloused hands slowly caress the inside of her thigh, and in one swift movement, his finger was in her panties, toying with her swollen pleasure pearl. Nathaniel’s tongue was wrecking havoc on her hard nipples, paying rapt attention to one and then lavishing the same attention on the other.

  As they laid her down on the waiting table, she didn’t dare breathe. This was the moment of truth. In her skirt, she felt like her little bit of extra padding would be disguised, but lying on the felt of the table, she felt exposed. She knew that her body couldn’t possibly compare to their hardened muscles and their washboard abs. She shouldn’t have worried. Nathaniel pulled down her skirt and stared at her body.

  “You’re desire personified, darling Nikki. You have the most beautiful chocolate skin, and I’m feeling a chocolate craving right now.” Nathaniel’s words blocked any apprehension she had about her curves. Hearing his soothing sighs and watching as he began to kiss her kneecaps, working his wet tongue down her shin and to her sandal, left Nicole feeling beautiful and secure. Slipping the shoe off her foot, he licked her ankle and planted kisses on each one of her toes. His soft mouth caused her soft moans to gradually become louder, and her body began to convulse and arch. It was a teasing almost to the point of pain. Every cell on her skin became alive and sensitive.

  Nathaniel’s kisses had Nicole so delirious, she almost forgot about Dante, almost. Dante climbed on top of the table, unzipping his jeans, and his thick member fell out, waiting to be used. That’s right, he goes commando. In a haze from Nathaniel paying homage to her slit through her damp panties, Nicole grabbed for Dante’s protruding manhood and brought it to her lips. Might as well go all in, she thought as she ran the tip of her tongue under the bottom of the head. As if she had given his cock a magic potion, it began to swell even more, as a drop of pre-cum pearled out his cock’s hole.

  Wrapped up in desire and want, Nicole flicked her tongue over his cock and then opened her mouth. Sliding her hand between Dante’s legs and pressing her palm against the small of his back, she forced Dante into her waiting mouth. Dante groaned and she sucked harder, trying in vain to incase his whole manhood in her mouth. The pleasure of having his cock in her mouth while Nathaniel worked over her clit overwhelmed her senses. Her eyes refused to stay open as she arched her back in pleasurable torment, feeling the intense bubbling of an orgasm preparing to send her into blissful oblivion.

  Then Nathaniel stopped. Nicole let Dante’s cock pop out of her mouth. She was so close to coming and he stopped? She thought perhaps they had taken it too far and this was supposed to be a simple joke. A joke she could handle, she could shrug off her desire and go back to making wisecracks about everything and she would forget this ever happened. The problem was, with Nathaniel still in between her legs and Dante kneeling beside her, escaping and joking was the farthest thing from her mind.

  Nathaniel fixed those gray eyes on her and stared. The raw intensity she saw was enough to make her gasp. Looking up towards Dante for at least a hint of reassurance, she saw his eyes held the same ferocity.

  “This isn’t a game Nicole,” Dante said, his normally jovial attitude replaced with an authoritative tone.

  “That’s good because I’m not playing anymore,” she said, her usual false bravado showing itself.

  “We don’t think you understand.” Nathaniel said, as he walked away from the table.

  Dante kneeled down on the table and settled behind her. His hands began to roam her body, his voice murmuring sweet words again.

  “Dante, I’m trying to relax, but if you keep touching me, I’ll get all wound up again.” Nicole was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that she was allowing her friends to touch her, to arouse her, to let their attraction come to fruition.

  “Nicole look at me,” Nathaniel had taken on his authoritative tone again. While she knew that she didn’t want to look at him, his eyes always seemed to lure her out of her comfort zone. As she finally lifted her head and looked at him defiantly, she saw her greatest fear. He cared for her. As if Dante knew the moment she came to her realization, he put his hand under her chin and turned her face to meet his. His sinful green eyes reflected the same look in Nathaniel’s. Dante cared too.

  The realization that this wasn’t some quick romp after too many beers almost made her put on her clothes and bolt to her room. Running, she was good at that. She was far better at running than she was dealing with the mixed up emotions that came with knowing that two men cared for her, and they both knew about it. Of course, she wasn’t such a prude that she didn’t know relationships like the one they were proposing existed. Nicole knew that some people would be thrilled to be in her shoes. The only problem was, she cared for them too, but was she really ready to face the possibility of being loved by, and loving, two men?

  “This was supposed to be just a game y’all. It wasn’t supposed to go this far—you two are my best friends, I don’t want to lose you, neither of you.” Nicole put her hand on Dante’s face and sighed.

  It was Nathaniel that spoke first, as she’d known he would. Dante preferred to ‘act’ rather than talk.

  “We aren’t going anywhere, but we’ve had enough of wanting you from a distance Nicole.” Nathaniel stood from his crouched position between her legs, staring down at her with a ferocity that scared her, just a little.

  His lips brushed hers, back and forth with deliberate intensity. Nathaniel’s agile tongue traced the bottom of her lip before he thrust it into her mouth. His kiss alone could have been enough to drive her back to the decadent precipice of orgasm, but she held back. She didn’t mean to be greedy, but she wasn’t going to allow them to make her orgasm before she had them losing their own control. If she was going to do this, they were going to be equals.

  As Nathaniel kissed her mouth, Nicole ran her hand over his bald dome, relishing in the smoothness of his skin. With her other free hand, she reached beside her and began to stroke Dante’s half dormant cock. She wasn’t going to lay back as if she were some damsel in distress. She wasn’t some woman that wasn’t comfortable in her own sexuality, and if they were going to make her admit that she wanted and desired them both, she was going to make them feel it too.

  Breaking away from Nathaniel’s intoxicating kiss, she turned to Dante and kissed him with the same fierce passion that Nathaniel had just shown her. Dante’s tongue dived into her mouth so hard it made her gasp, but she wrapped her fingers in the jet-black strands of his hair and pulled him in closer.

  As her tongue dueled with Dante’s, Nicole lost sight of Nathaniel. When she felt his condom covered, bulbous head playing with the soaked opening of her pussy, she knew it was time. Up and down, up and down he ran his thick head over her hole, teasing her, making her inner muscles contract in the subconscious attempt to pull his throbbing cock into her.

  “Stop teasing me, Nate.” Nicole dared to speak, having to break the kiss from Dante to do so. At his shortened name, Nathaniel slammed his thick member into her, filling her pussy beyond anything she was accustomed to. She knew she had set him off by calling him Nate, he hated that nicked name. She didn’t know how far she had pushed him until he pulled all of his cock out of her and slammed into her to the hilt again.

  “My name is Nathaniel,” he said, pulling out his cock and slamming home again. The pure force of his thrust pushed her, but Dante was there, making sure she didn’t move too far from Nathaniel’s assault. Dante moved behind her, and kept her in place while squeezing her bouncing breasts as Nathaniel drove his cock into her.

  “Say it Nicole,
” Dante urged, as he slid one hand down her stomach and held her pussy lips open with two of his fingers as if he was making the ‘peace’ sign. Nathaniel slammed into her again, leaving her panting for breath.

  “Say it,” Nathaniel said through his clenched white teeth.

  “Nathaniel.” His name came out as a moan, but she knew that was merely the beginning.

  “Again!” Nathaniel said as he slammed home once more.

  “Nathaniel!” Again, he thrust his thick cock into her hole.

  “Again, Nicole,” Nathaniel said as he paused for only a moment before slamming back into her.

  “Oh God, Nathaniel!” Nicole wailed as her orgasm washed over her, sending her body to arch into Nathaniel’s thrusting. Dante held on to her as her body convulsed and her cream seeped from her pussy and coated Nathaniel’s cock. Dante released her pussy lips and she watched in awe as he licked his fingers, like it was the best meal he’d ever had.

  She knew it was merely the beginning as Nathaniel stepped back and Dante stepped down from the table. Dante pulled her off the table and turned her around. His hands were splayed over hers and she was in the ‘frisk-me’ position. Dante’s warm tongue flicked at her ear as he positioned himself behind her. There was a brief moment of hesitation before she felt Dante’s engorged head teasing her wet opening. Dante let himself slide slowly in, a complete opposite maneuver than Nathaniel’s ferocious taking. His cock slid in and out of her hole, the only sounds in the room was the slick sounds of her wet cavern clutching at Dante’s long member. His cock was embedded so deep within her, she felt like she had to gasp every moment he seated himself to the hilt.

  “Tell me you want me,” Dante whispered.

  “I want you,” Nicole whispered back.

  “Tell me again.”

  “I want you, Dante!” Nicole screamed as Dante began to speed up, just a little. It was if he was trying to prolong her impending orgasm. She’d lost all thought when she felt a warm breeze caress her protruding clit. She looked down between her legs, watching Dante’s cock slide in and out of her, and then her eyes met Nathaniel’s. He’d positioned himself under them, his mouth now level with her clit. He wouldn’t… Yes, he would. His tongue flicked out and lashed her clit. The electrical current ripped through her body just as a bolt of lightning flashed outside. Dante’s pace quickened and so did Nathaniel’s teasing of her clit. Her legs were beginning to feel like Jell-O and her mind lost all thought. Nicole’s second orgasm ripped through her, causing her legs to give, but her two strong men held her up.