Addiction - 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 my 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."