Addiction - Chapter 28 #2
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 hand, 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 what 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."
"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 so 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?
"I'm not sure if that's true." He hit another solid ball easily into one of the pockets. "Besides, you must have known I wasn't terrible if I owned a pool table."
I put my hand on the edge of the table. "Well, if I had been thinking clearly, I would have just asked you to fuck me on it."
His eyebrows lowered slightly. "Unbutton my jeans, Penny."
I looked down at the bulge pressing against his jeans. "That's what you want me to do to you?" I wanted him to fuck me. I didn't want to wait anymore.
"I need to be ready when I get my next shot in." He grabbed my hand and placed it on the waistline of his jeans.
I liked the feeling of his happy trail on the back of my hand. I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He wanted to be ready to fuck me. At least that meant he was planning on eventually pleasing me. I pushed his jeans down, put my hands on the waistband of his boxers, and looked up at him.
He nodded his head.
I liked undressing him. There was something really sexy about slowly revealing all my favorite parts of him. Especially with him watching me do it. I pushed his boxers down, freeing his erection once again. I liked fucking him even more, though. I wrapped my hand around his erection.
James cleared his throat and handed me my pool stick.
I batted my eyelashes at him. "Sorry, wrong stick." I walked back to the table and bent over again. I arched my back and spread my legs. I wanted to feel him inside of me. Maybe this would tempt him.
In a second I felt his fingers along the backs of my thighs.
I arched my back even more.
"I think maybe you should try to make your next shot like this." He slipped a finger inside of me.
Oh God.
When I didn't move, he slipped another finger inside of me. "Take your shot, Penny."
I blindly hit the cue ball. It went straight into far right pocket. Oh shit.
James laughed and pulled his fingers out of me.
No! I turned around. "You cheated."
He silently walked around to the other side of the table and grabbed the cue ball. I liked watching him walk around naked. He wasn't shy like I was. He seemed to be confident in everything he did. He tossed the ball up in the air and caught it as he walked back over to me.
"Put your hands on the table, Penny."
"James, you cheated. You distracted me."
His Adam's apple rose and fell. "If I recall, I also helped you with one of your shots earlier. I think it evens out. Hands on the table."
I bit my lip and followed his instructions. After placing my hands on the wooden edge of the pool table, I arched my back again. Maybe he was going to punish me by fucking me.
Instead, I felt the cool cue ball roll up the back of my right leg. It shouldn't have been sexy. But everything James did was sexy. Especially when he had been torturing me for so long. My whole body shivered with desire.
"James." My voice sounded needy. I didn't want to be playing pool. I wanted to be on my back in the middle of the table with his cock deep inside of me.
He silenced me by slapping my ass hard.
Fuck. He knew how much I liked that.
He rolled the ball over the spot he had just slapped. It almost felt like a massage. A cold, super arousing massage. I closed my eyes. I was so turned on, it almost seemed I could come like this, without him even trying.
"Penny, I'm going to give you one last shot." He moved the ball to the back of my other leg and slowly rolled it up to my ass.
"One shot won't help. You're going to win next time you have..."
He slapped my ass again.
I couldn't focus when he did that. I wasn't even sure what I had been about to say.
"I like that you're full of surprises. Surprise me, and I'll give you exactly what you want. I'll fuck you as hard as you want. For as long as you want." He kissed my neck. "I'll do whatever you want me to."
Surprise him? I couldn't even think straight. He was still massaging my ass with the cue ball. How could I possibly surprise him? I suddenly hated pool. I just wanted this game to be over. I had already made him cum. But all he had done was torture me. I smiled. I had an idea. "Give me the ball."
He tossed it over my shoulder. I moved it a little to the right. I wasn't good at pool. But I was pretty good at hitting balls in along with the cue ball. And all James had left was the eight ball. I hit the cue ball into the eight ball. Both balls went into the pocket.
James grabbed my waist. "The eight ball and the cue ball?" He pushed my back down so that my torso was against the pool table. "Ending the game and ensuring that I'd punish you even more? That'll do." He thrust deep inside of me, pressing my hip bones against the edge of the pool table.
Fuck. It was everything I wanted and more.
"Tell me what you want," he said. He continued to thrust in and out of me, faster and faster.
"Please," I panted. "Please, James." I needed to come. I couldn't stand it anymore.
"Okay." He pulled me up so that my back was pressed against his torso. "Okay." He kissed my neck gently and began to massage my clit. "You can come now."
And I shattered around him. "Professor Hunter," I moaned and collapsed back down on the table.
The soft felt pressed against my cheek. Sex with him was always amazing.
But all the anticipation and teasing had made my orgasm so intense.
I tried to catch my breath as James pulled out of me.
He hadn't cum. I hadn't felt the familiar feeling of warmth shoot through me. I turned around and looked up at him.
He grabbed my chin in his hand. "I still like when you call me that."
"Professor Hunter?"
His Adam's apple rose and fell. "Yes."
"Then why did you tell me to stop?"
"I want us to just be us. Besides, I'm not even a professor anymore."
"I like calling you Professor Hunter."
His eyebrows lowered slightly.
It was the same way he had looked at me whenever I used to say his name.
Before we had ever been together. I originally thought he was mad when I called him that.
But I knew what it was now. It turned him on.
Whenever I called him that he had wanted to rip all my clothes off.
He liked that I was his student and he was my professor.
I liked it too. It was sexy and dangerous.
Whenever I had talked to him and called him Professor Hunter, maybe it had made him want me a little bit more.
I didn't ever want to stop calling him that.
I wanted him to always look at me like this.
"You'll always be Professor Hunter to me. "
He grabbed my waist and set me down on the edge of the pool table. "I don't know why I find it so sexy when you call me that."
"Professor Hunter." I ran my hands down his six pack.
He leaned forward and kissed me hard. And I wanted him all over again. I grabbed his hair and pulled him back.
"I want you to fuck me in the middle of the pool table, Professor Hunter."
"Then get in the middle and spread your legs, Miss Taylor." He flashed me one of his smiles that made my knees weak.
I liked when he called me Miss Taylor, too.
I didn't care if that made us weird. At least we could be weird together.
I pushed balls out of my way as I scooted into the center of the table.
I gulped as I watched him climb onto the table after me.
He leaned over me and pushed the rest of the balls out of the way.
I heard them clang together as he pressed down on the center of my chest, shoving my back onto the table.
He grabbed my thighs and thrust himself deep inside of me.
"Professor Hunter," I moaned. I had missed calling him that. I wanted to say it a million times.
He kept one hand on my thigh and grabbed the edge of the table with his other hand. "I've missed hearing you say that." He kissed me hard as he continued to slide his length in and out of me.
We were so much more than professor and student now. But he was right. This was so incredibly hot. It brought me right back to our very first time in his office. "Harder, Professor Hunter."
He grabbed both my hands and lifted them above my head, knocking more balls out of the way. "Fuck, Penny." He moved his hips faster. "I'll never get enough of you."
I wanted to run my hands through his hair and down the muscles in his back, but I couldn't move. I was completely at his mercy. "I'll never get enough of you either."
He leaned down and kissed me again.
I loved when he was rough with me.
"Say my name when you come, Penny. I want to hear you say it when you clench around my cock." He tilted his hips, going deeper still.
"Professor Hunter!" I screamed as I came again. As soon as I yelled his name I felt the familiar warmth spread up into my stomach. He continued to thrust in and out of me. When he was done, he collapsed beside me, pulling my head onto his chest.
I could feel and hear his heart beating rapidly. His cologne mixed with sweat was my favorite smell in the world. I don't think I had ever felt so relaxed and happy. I sighed and nuzzled against his chest.
"I love you, Penny. I love you more than I even knew I could." He ran his fingers through my hair.
I tilted my head and kissed his chest. "I love you." I kissed his chest again. "James." I kissed his collar bone. "Professor Hunter." I kissed the scruff under his chin. "C.E.O." I kissed his lips.
He grabbed the side of my face and deepened the kiss.
"Whatever you want to be. You're mine." I smiled down at him.
He ran his palm along my cheek. "Yours." His chest rose and fell under my arm.
Nothing else mattered. I was his and he was mine.