Free Baggage & Buttons by C. J. Fallowfield Page B

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