41. Faith
CHAPTER 41
Faith
The pressure, don’t let it stop. I was going to come, and he hadn’t even touched me skin-to-skin yet. I tried to pull back, but he wouldn’t let up. He dropped his head, taking a nipple in his mouth, running his hands over my breasts, my stomach, and my back. I moaned and pressed into him. He lowered me so my back laid on the table, and I stretched out and drew my legs up. I heard the rip of the packet, and he was back, sliding a finger under the edge of my panties.
“You’re so wet for me, Faith. Are you always this wet?”
I moaned, stretching my hands above my head and scooting up so I sprawled out along the full length of the pool table. He slipped my underwear off, and I opened my eyes in time to see him climb onto the pool table and hover over me. The briefs were gone. He was primed, and I was ready.
“Okay?” he asked.
I opened my legs to him, and he placed a palm on the table on either side of my face, lowering himself down into me, one glorious inch at a time.
“You’re so tight.” He settled deep inside and paused for a moment.
I let him fill me but couldn’t hold still for long. I had to move. Sandwiched between the hard slate of the pool table and Dante’s body, my options were limited. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him even further into me. He tried to find his rhythm but kept pulling back.
“It’s too hard. We’ve gotta move.”
I propped myself up on my elbows. “I don’t really think it’s possible for you to be too hard.”
He cracked a grin. “Not me. The table. My knees are killing me. The pool table is a much better idea in theory.”
“Are you bailing on me?”
“Not a chance. Hold on, I’ll find something.” He hopped off the table and ran behind the bar. He was quite a sight with his condom-covered cock bobbing against his stomach as he ran across the room.
I let my head fall back as he grabbed something behind the bar and raced back to me. He stopped about ten feet away.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful. Just look at you, sprawled out on the table like that. I’ve got to get a picture of this.”
“Don’t you dare. Get your ass back over here before I climb down and go home.”
Dante returned, a wad of bubble wrap in his hands. “Here, lift up your butt. I’ll slip it underneath you.”
I hiked my rear in the air, and he pushed the bubble wrap under me, then climbed back onto the table. “Where were we?”
“I think we were somewhere around here.” I lifted my hips up to him. He slid inside, pushing me back toward the table.
As my butt settled on the bubble wrap, the small pockets of air burst underneath me, making popping sounds.
“Geez, Dante. Is this the only thing you could find?” I looked up at him.
His eyes were closed, and he rocked into me, causing more pops to explode onto my ass. I started to giggle. He looked like he was concentrating so hard. He thrust into me. Pop, pop, pop.
I bit my lip to keep from losing it. Then I flung an arm around his back, trying to pull him down onto me so I wouldn’t keep landing on the bubble wrap. He flipped me over, so I was on top. I straddled him, popping more bubbles with my knees.
He smiled up at me and lifted his hips. “Come on, concentrate. Work through it.”
I pushed my hips into his, making a wide circle with my pelvis. Ah, the spot. There it was. I ignored the pops and focused on the feeling. If I could just follow it. His hands roamed over my naked body as I glided up and down. I found my groove and made it to the edge. I was close, so close.
Right before I let myself go, he sat up, settling me on his lap and changing the angle. The friction shifted, and I lost it for a moment. Then, all of a sudden, it was back, even stronger than before. I flung my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth into mine. His lips found my neck. He was leaving marks, and I didn’t even care. He kept pounding into me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I let myself go, and my orgasm washed over me, leaving me weak and super sensitive in its wake.
Dante wasn’t done. I propped myself up, then slid back down onto him, clenching as I raised up again. Lift, clench, slide. Repeat. He strained against me, and I watched his face as he reached his climax and released into me.
I loved the power I felt. The fact that I could make his body feel this. It was incredible. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. His glasses sat crooked on his nose, and I reached up to fix them. As I did, he shifted his weight, and a few more bubbles popped. I laughed so hard I snorted.
“Okay, I’m sorry. In hindsight, bubble wrap probably wasn’t the best choice.”
I couldn’t catch my breath. “That’s...ah...oh my gosh, Dante...”
He lifted me up and deposited me onto the bubble wrap. Pop...pop...pop . I melted into a puddle of hysterical laughter as he stood up from the table.
Finally, I took in a deep breath, and the wave of giggles subsided. “That was so freaking funny.”
He stepped into his jeans. “I’m glad you found it so amusing.”
I crawled off the table and walked over to him. Standing on my tiptoes, I planted a kiss on his chin. “It wasn’t amusing. It was hot.” I pressed my cheek against his chiseled chest and hugged him around the waist. I hadn’t laughed that hard in forever. This guy...he was really getting to me.
He kissed my forehead. “Happy New Year, Faith.”
“Damn, we missed it.” I looked at the TV screen and saw they were counting down to the next time zone.
“Don’t I get a New Year’s kiss?”
“You want a kiss? After all that? Wasn’t there enough kissing between pops?”
His arm went around my waist, and he tilted my face up to his. As he moved in, his eyes searched mine. I closed my eyes as our lips met. This wasn’t the crushing, scorching, frantic kiss I’d come to expect from him. His tongue tentatively sought mine. His lips were tender, tasting, testing, questioning, demanding more from me than his body had over the past several hours.
He pulled away first. “Want to stay over tonight?”
The moment passed.
“I can’t. I’ve got to go.” I untangled myself from his arms and searched for my clothes. Jeans on the floor. Underwear flung over the back of a barstool. Shirt...damn, what did I do with my shirt? I got dressed, making sure I put on every article of clothing. No need to repeat that scene in the office again.
Dante gathered the bubble wrap off the pool table and tossed it in a large trash can against the wall. “Do you need me to drive you home?”
“No. I’m fine now. Thanks for, uh?—”
“The game of pool?”
“Yeah. Although we never finished. I guess you forfeit.”
“I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure I had you.”
“You had me all right. But you still lost the game.”
“No fair. Want to go again?” he raised one eyebrow at me.
“Not tonight. I don’t think my ass could take another round on that table. Maybe some other time.”
“Sure. Some other time then.” As we talked, I walked toward the door. He unlocked it for me and stepped back. “Drive safe.”
“Thanks.” I stood for a moment in the awkward silence. Should I hug him? Give him a kiss goodbye? Nah. A high five? Aw, forget it. I opened the door, walked through it, and let it close behind me. It would be so easy to climb up the steps to his apartment and crawl under the covers with him. If I was going to be honest with myself, that’s what I wanted.
I stopped and looked back toward the door just as the lights went out inside. It would be better if we kept it physical. Less messy and easier to handle when we went our separate ways.
Turning toward my car, I sure hoped I’d be able to walk tomorrow. Two hard rounds in one day might leave me with some temporary collateral damage. I needed to pace myself with Dante. I had enough material now to almost finish my book and would probably be up all night trying to capture our strip pool session on my computer.
Being around him, I’d been able to temporarily forget. But as I pulled my hood over my head and forged through the snowy parking lot to my car, the writing on the page came back to me. Was someone watching? And how long would it be before I needed to tell Dante?
For the time being, there wasn’t anything I could do but keep an eye out. Obviously, whoever it was, was trying to freak me out. Since they hadn’t gone public yet, there must be something else they wanted.
I started the car and rubbed my hands in front of the vent, waiting for the cool air to switch to warm. Dante Bishop sure was full of surprises. It would be awhile before I could play pool again without fantasizing about him sinking his balls right into my pocket.