Baggage & Buttons (9 page)

‘Nicely done Miss Page, for that you deserve to have
your gorgeous nipples sucked.’ He spun me around and lifted my right breast up
from the Basque and put his tongue gently to it, circling and then alternating
between forceful sucking and gentle bites as his hand lifted the other breast
out and caressed and squeezed it. I groaned and leaned the cue up against the
table, before pushing my fingers into his hair. I could orgasm just by him
suckling me. When he came up for air, my nipples were elongated, stiff and a hot
pink in colour and my breathing was coming hard and fast. ‘Now you’ve potted a
stripe, you’re only allowed to pot stripes until they’re all gone. I’ll be
trying to beat you by potting my spots and then it’s a race to pot the black
first,’ he advised, as his eyes remained fixed on my breasts.

Hmmm, it seemed he wanted to play games instead of
getting right down to it. Ok, I could try that, why not prolong the sensation
and desire? I picked up my cue and padded down to the bottom of the table where
the white ball was waiting. I leaned over very slowly and the closer I got to
the table, the more my breasts came back out of my Basque, my nipples still
full and hard from the attentions of his lips. He groaned as he watched and
grasped himself in his jeans and I smiled, knowing how happy that erection was
going to make me feel soon. I lined up my cue with the white and potted another
stripe. He looked surprised, as well as turned on.

‘What do I get for potting that ball?’

‘Lean over, line up your next shot and I’ll show you,’
he said as he slinked towards me sensually, like a panther prowling for its
next feed. I looked for the easiest stripe shot and moved to the other side of
the table, Gabe hot on my heels and bent over again, pushing my bottom out as
hard as I could. ‘Don’t take the shot yet,’ he warned and I felt him kneel behind
me, planting butterfly kisses along the back of my thighs. He caressed me
through the fabric of my g-string and I parted my legs for him as my fingers
tightened around the wood in my hand, wishing it was a different kind of wood I
was gripping right now. ‘Do you want me to touch you properly?’ he whispered in
his sexy tone, as his lips moved over my hypersensitive skin.

‘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 swirled 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.’