Robert Palmer, The Best of the Millennium Collection and Blues on Fire ~ a compilation of blues artists. You push play and turn around, time to teach the Backstreet Boy something about music and the game of pool.
Nick is waiting for you, leaning against the pool table, his “lucky” green stick in one hand, your smaller purple stick in the other and all balls properly racked. You saunter over to him, run your tongue over your lips, slide your fingers across his chest, reach for your pool cue and walk away.
“Ah, baby, you wanna break?” he stammers.
“Sure thing.” You say. Turning around as he removes the rack from the table you add with an evil grin: “Let the ball breaking begin!”
“Huh?” he exclaims as he misses the hook he was trying to hang the rack on. “Dayum, ah, are we keepin’ score baby?”
You laugh as you walk past him and whisper in his ear; “Darlin’, by the time this game is over, you will know the score.”
Leaning over the end of the table you break, scattering the balls across the table with force. Two striped balls straight into the corner pockets.
Swallowing hard Nick is pulled back into reality with the sound of the game beginning. He surveys the table, planning his shot.
“Nice break, baby. You might just make this a game! Stripes? He asks.
“Yeah, I got stripes butthead.” You say as you punch him in the arm.
“Cool, just as it should be,” he responds. “Stripes for the girl, solids for the guy.”
“What the hell kind of logic is that?” you ask.
“Yeah, see, stripes, that little piece of material that girls wear to keep the guys away from their…”he begins to snicker; “and solid, well, that’s me, the guy, thinking of you in that little piece of material!”
“Geez, Carter! I swear, sometimes your mind truly scares me! Now, shut up and shoot!”
The game moves along equally, shot for shot, until you decide it’s not much fun. Setting the shot up, somehow (ha!) you miss hit it and don’t even come close to the pocket.
“Oh darn”, you say with a pout.
Nick is approaching you; “Aw baby, you missed.” He purrs. Quickly he leans his stick against the table and backs you up against it, taking your stick away. His lips reach out for yours and his hands begin to pull your tank top from the waistband of your shorts. As his hands finally raise the shirt and his tongue dives into your mouth, causing you to gasp. Nick breaks the kiss and rips the shirt up over your head and tosses it to the floor. His mouth returns to claim your and his hands grasp the bare flesh of your waist.
This time you break the kiss and try to push Nick off of you.
“It’s your turn, Nick,” you say.
“Yeah, right’ he responds as he walks around the table trying to regain his composure. He sees his shot, sets it up, and sinks it. Raising his head he looks at you as if to say: beat that.
“Hmm,” you huff, thinking he wants to play hardball. You go to the other side of the table, answering his shot by sinking one of your own.
As he sets up his next shot, you think to yourself how annoying his competitive nature can be sometimes. Just as he’s about to take the shot, you walk past him from behind, and give his lushish ghetto booty a squeeze, causing him to miss the shot.
“Hey! That’s not fair” he whines.
“Oh, I’m sorry sweetie, I didn’t realize you were ready to shoot” you respond as you’ve all ready dropped your stick and are reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. You reach up grazing your tongue across his lips and hear his pool stick drop to the floor. Biting his lower lip your hands roam over his chest. Nick lets out a moan and you grab the t-shirt pulling it upward. Unable to reach up over his head, Nick has to finish the job of removing the shirt for you. He is quickly rewarded with your tongue running a wet trail from one of his nipples across to the other. Completing the act with a nibble of flesh, you pick up your pool cue and scope out your next shot, take it, and sink it without difficulty.
Still lost in the previous moment, Nick attempts a shot and misses it by a mile.
“Nick, something wrong?” you ask as you approach him again and he backs into the table.
“It’s just a little warm in here that’s all.”
“Oh, you’re too hot? Well, here, good thing you missed that shot” you say as your hand rubs against his engorged manhood.
“Maybe this will help,” and you unbutton his shorts, running your hand along the length of his member while searching for the zipper. You pull his shorts off of him continuously bumping into the extension.
Nick is breathing heavily now as you take his hand and move him away from the table. Leaving him standing there you pick up your pool cue but are now having concentration problems of your own and you miss the shot.
Hearing your heavy sigh Nick finally realizes what has happened and rushes to you. He leans down and touches your breastbone with his lips. Then he runs his tongue up to your collarbone as his arms snake around your back and reaches the clasp of your bra. Nibbling on your neck he skillfully releases it and pulls the skimpy material off your body. He stands back and admires the view. Reaching out with his forefingers, he gently brushes them across your nipples. As you moan, Nick bites his lip.
Now it’s apparent that Nick has finally figured out the object of the real game. He walks away and picks up his pool cue just as he hears the song in the background. He looks at you, smiling, he’s glad you have one hand on the table for support. He’s a little worried your legs might give out. When he’s sure he has your attention, his smile widens and he sings along with Robert Palmer:
“I didn’t mean to turn you on.”
He turns and sinks another ball into a side pocket.
“Baby,” he says waving his hand in front of your face. “It’s your turn girlfriend.” He picks up your pool cue and places it in your hand. “Need some help?”
His snickering brings you back, mind ready to fight but your body control is not helping, and you miss the shot.
Oh, Nick is gloating now. Whistling along with the music, he leans down to suck on one of your nipples and his hands drop your shorts with ease. He then puts his arms around you, pulling you in, grinding his hardened rod into the “little stripe of material keeping him from you.” Nick kisses your lips, releases you and begins to dance around the table. His focus returns to the actual pool game and he plans the rest of his strategy.
Hearing his continues gloating, you come to your senses and begin to assess your situation. There is Nick, clad only in bright red TOMMY boxer briefs, with two balls left on the table. You on the other hand, left with only your pink satin thong and surveying the table, you have 4 balls left and they are scattered practically on the 4 corners. Things are not looking good for you, but now, you’re laughing at yourself; talk about competitive natures! The hell with it, enjoy the fun, in the end you both are going to win.
Nick looks up and seeing you smile he realizes you didn’t see his shot that just went in, what could you be thinking of?
“Okay girlie, go for it.” As Nick backs away from the table, giving you room, you step right up and take the shot, sinking it easily.
Nick is a little surprised, and you take the opportunity to rattle him just a little. You seductively sway to the music:
“Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I’ve got a bad case of lovin’ you”, you sing into your pool cue. The bottom half of the pool cue finds it’s way between your legs and grinds into the pink thong covering your womanhood. As the wooden stick loses contact with the material there is a visible patch of darker pink where the juices of your desire moistened the satin. Nick’s mouth gapes open.
Your hips sway round and round in time with the music, you look Nick straight in the eye and sing;
“You know you like it. You like it on top.”
Nick swallows hard and you notice beads of perspiration forming on his temples.
“Oh help me Lord,” whispers Nick, as he approaches the table and picks the easy shot. He draws in a deep breath, releases it and ever so gently taps the ball, which slowly rolls into the pocket, leaving not a single solid colored ball on the table.
“YES!” Exclaims Nick. He looks at you, your bare breasts~nipples hard, the satin thong, obviously wet, and then he looks back at the table seeing 3 striped balls all alone at 3 opposite corners.
“Oh baby,” is his throaty whisper as he gazes into your eyes and walks towards you.
You are a competitor and so you focus on the table, determined to give it one last effort. Suddenly you see an angle at which a miracle could be possible. You straighten your back and now Nick is very curious as to what you are thinking. Striking the ball with all the force you can muster, one ball banks off the side and races towards the opposite corner, hitting the second ball, which is in its path, sending both of them into the pocket.
“HUH?” Utters Nick, his eye wide in disbelief.
You are squealing, dancing around and around with your pool stick as a partner, covering it with kisses.
Nick is stunned, not quite sure how that happened. His attention turns back to the pool table and the gloating grin returns to his face.
“Dayum baby, THAT was amazing!”
“Thank you, thank you,” you giggle. “No autographs please.” And you throw your arms around Nick’s neck and cover his face with kisses as you continue to dance around him.
“Amazing, yes, uumm but baby, you still have one ball on the table. I have none. I WIN!”
Nick places his pool stick across the end of the table, takes your from your hand and place it along side his. He reaches for your hands bringing them to his mouth, kisses each and everyone of them and sucks a couple into his mouth, causing you to hold your breath.
You whimper as he releases your hands and his slide down your body to your breasts and rests there momentarily. His thumbs and fingers gently roll your nipples. You throw your head back as he lowers his lips, which join in the sweet torture. Your hands reach back and grab onto the edge of the table and you arch your back, giving his mouth full access to your breasts.
Nick then lowers himself to his knees and his hands glide down your body to the elastic band of your thong. His mouth kisses the wet covering as he moans and breathes in your musky scent. In a fluid movement, his hands have removed the thong and managed to help you step out of it.
The mood in the room has suddenly changed, the music is now the deep, dark, hot, raunchy sound of the blues, the electricity in the air is high, and the feeling of urgency is felt in Nick’s touch.
He is kissing your heated mound, his tongue flicking your clit in between the gentle bite he inflicts; all the while his fingers are plunging deep inside of you.
You scream out his name as the first orgasm takes off through your body.
“Oh God, NICK” you exclaim as your body continues to shiver while he laps up the sweet juices you have given him.
Satisfied, for the moment, Nick stands, places his hands on your hips, lifting you up and setting you down on the edge of the pool table. His hands take possession of your breasts, squeezing them a little rougher this time. You moan as his mouth covers your and his tongue attacks the inside, giving you a taste of your own cream. Nick growls as you pull at his hair and wiggle your soaked pussy against his raging hard on.
“Damn”, he curses when he realizes he still has too many clothes on. He steps back and struggles to get the boxer briefs untangles and OVER his massive cock. Finally naked, he inches closer and looks deep into your eyes. You lick your lips as he places his large hands on your thighs. Gently his hands ask your legs to open for him, you answer by sliding them apart.
Nick lifts you up slightly; reaching back for your ass cheeks and pulls you to the edge of the table.
“Sweet baby” he whispers as your soft swollen pussy lips fold open at the touch of his complete erect tool. You try to move closer to take him in but he backs away.
“No baby, not just yet” and he reaches his mouth to yours with a sweet kiss. This time you take control, deepening the kiss and gaining entry to his mouth with your tongue. The moan coming from him vibrates against your tongue as you press your thigh along his cock.
Needing a breath, Nick straightens up, but you don’t let him get far. You rise up on your elbows, hold his gaze, and rock your pelvis up and back, again coming into contact with the head of his cock.
Nick squeezes his eyes shut as he roughly grabs your hip and drives himself hard, deep inside you. You scream from the intensity of his entry, clawing at his arms. He doesn’t move, just relishes in the warm secure cocoon that surrounds his manhood.
Now comfortable with his size, you squeeze your inner walls tight around him. This time the growl comes deep from within him and you begin to rock back and forth on his cock. Guiding your hips, Nick meets you thrust for thrust but he begins to speed up the pace. Your upper body falls back on the table and your own hands squeeze your breasts and fiercely pinch your nipples. Nick again reaches for your ass to tilt your pelvis upward.
Then you feel it, tingling deep within you, your head begins to spin. It’s almost as if you are standing on the edge of a mountain. You sense that Nick is feeling it too and you feel his cock begin to tighten. One last deep thrust and it happens, the two of you climax, jumping from the mountaintop and free fall together. Nick cums hard, filling you with his load as your release is earth shattering and you are unable to contain all the rewards and they flow from your body, creating a shallow puddle on the table.
Completely drained, Nick rests his weary head on your stomach and weakly kisses your damp flesh. Your hands move through his toss led hair and onto caress his back. The two of you lie there quietly for a few minutes, still together as one, Nick is still sheltered deep within you.
After awhile you notice the roughness of the surface you are lying on and the sharpness of the edge of the table. You try to wiggle into comfort but it is no use. Nick stirs and notices your discomfort. He picks his head up and gently removes himself from you. Reaching under your shoulder blades he helps you sit up on the edge. Looking over your shoulder he notices the wet spot on the pool table.
“Oops” he says and you turn around to see what he is looking at.
He smiles, “No problem, just a permanent reminder of our friendly game of pool. And, of who the BIG winner was! Ya know, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to play another game here with AJ, or anyone but you, for that matter.”
He turns around and squats down in front of you.
“Come on baby, hop on. Let’s go to bed.”
And with that, you wrap your arms around his neck, pull yourself onto his back, and wrap your legs around his waist. Nick’s hands grab hold of your legs and he heads off carrying you to the bedroom.
He smiles to himself and comments:
“And winner takes all!”
