Pool Table

POOL TABLE part 1

The table was already set up for a game and he was waiting with the cue in his hand and chalking the point with the other. His dark brown hair fell over his darker eyes and hid his ravenous expression. He was waiting for her, the blonde, blue eyed seemingly innocent young woman.

Right on time she walked through the lounge in her little grey shorts and black jumper, her hair was wavy and messily framed her face. She looked around before her eyes finally settled on him. He wore his usual dark scruffy jeans with an oversized t-shirt.

"Let's play."

"What do I get if I win?" She asked, she walked toward the table and rested her hands on the edge and looked at him with an overly confident and daring stare.

"Well, Poppy, what do you want?" He replied and stared back at her stepping a little closer. She smiled and looked down immediately not able to look him in the eye. He walked closer to her still, he stopped behind her and gathered her hair and moved it gently over her shoulder and breathed onto her neck, she held her breath as his hands found hers.

"I don't know Prince..." She whispered as he ran his fingers up and down her forearms before grabbing her hands and slowly guided them down her stomach and then even lower down until she could feel her...

"How about this, every ball you sink... I, owe, you, one, orgasm..." With each word he moved every part of him closer to her until he was pushing into her ass, his lips were nibbling her ear and his hands were wrapped around her hips.

She bit her lip and hummed unintentionally as he touched her, once she nodded in agreement he let her go and moved to the other side of the table.

"And if I win, I will make you cum the amount of times we both sink one and then I will bend you over the table and fuck you until you're begging me to stop." He didn't break his stare, he watched her blush and breathe heavily, she looked restless now, she was excited and just where he wanted her...

"Deal."

He broke the triangle with such force the balls scattered all over the table, he had already potted one ball. He went again and she watched his arms flex and move with such swift and sure ways, his eyes on her the whole time, only looking down to line the cue up to the ball and then straight back to her face.

Her rose lips and pale face and those blushing cheeks were addictive, the way she moved so seductive, he long legs carrying her gracefully, her ass barely covered by those grey cashmere shorts.

He hit one more in and missed the next, she smirked when he did and he made particular note of it.

She took the cue from him and lined up her shot, she bent down low over the table and tried to find a way to pot her ball but he was watching her, she could feel his eyes wondering over her body freely, she hit and missed.

"Oh dear Poppy." He said and laughed quietly. She looked up at him and shook her head.

"You're very distracting." She said as he hit in yet another ball, his face was expressionless but his eyes were hungry.

As he lined up his next shot she stood directly opposite him on the other side of the table, she decided to stretch and her jumper lifted up over the top of her shorts, her waist exposed and her chest pushed out as she lifted her arms above her head and breathed calmly. He missed his ball and potted in the white one as she preoccupied his attention.

"Do not distract me Poppy..." He warned, his voice deep and demanding.

"Or what..." She replied as she squatted down to get the white ball from the collection box. He walked round quickly and slowly grabbed her jaw and stroked her bottom lip with his thumb.

"Or my hand will become a necklace and I will spank you five times, understood." He said through gritted teeth.

"Yes Sir."

Poppy stood up steadily and placed the white ball at the head of the table and lined up the cue with her ball of choice, with the first shot she got it close to the best pocket and with her second she sunk the ball and had one more shot left. She couldn't decide which ball to choose and soon enough Prince was behind her and directing the cue with his hands over hers. She lowered her chest toward the table and he felt her ass push into his groin as she mapped out her next shot, in return he whispered in her ear as she lined it up.

"Just like that baby girl, nice and slow." His hands ran up her arms to her shoulders and then he removed his touch from her body, she missed the shot as his hands moved away from her, his words still echoing in her head.