“It’s the mostlogicalthing to come next,” I laugh, throwing her words back at her.
She sinks another before missing the next one. My body becomes alert as she removes her bra and tosses it on the ground. Her nipples tighten as heat courses through my body.
I slowly take a sip of bourbon before walking to the table. My dick is straining against my pants, and each movement against the fabric reminds me of how much I want her right now.
“Corner right,” I say in a low voice, sinking the shot and the next one. I move around the table and stop when I get to her.
She’s right where my shot is, and I block her when she goes to move. Reaching around her, I cage her in and line up my shot. Her ass is pressed firmly against me as I bend her over further for the shot.
I sink my last ball and bend close to her ear.
“I win, birthday girl,” I whisper in her ear. “Anything else you want before your birthday is over.” I tug on her ear with myteeth, and she shivers against me. “Ask me, sweet Lyla. What does my beautiful girl want.” I suck deeply on her neck and hear a moan escape her lips.
“I want you to fuck me on the pool table.” Her voice is low, and her breathing becomes shallow.
My body stills at her words, and my heartbeat accelerates. It’s the first time she’s felt comfortable saying things like that.
“There’s my naughty little girl. I knew she was hiding in there somewhere. I’m going to do more than just fuck this sweet pussy of yours, though. I’m going to worship it.”
I turn her around and lift her onto the pool table. The remaining balls scatter as I lower her down until she’s splayed out on the table with her tits up in the air. I circle her nipple with my finger before pinching the tight bud. Her body bows up on a moan as I do the other one.
“Stay,” I order, walking over to the side table and grabbing my drink. She watches through hooded eyes as I pour a small amount of liquid between her breasts. She gasps and lifts slightly, causing it to trail down her stomach.
I lick the bourbon trail up to her breasts before hungrily feasting on them. Her fingers dive into my hair as I take my time enjoying my favorite drink on her. When I finally pull back, she’s panting, and her eyes are burning me like the liquid I just tasted.
Hooking my fingers under her thong, I slide it down her legs. She watches me through her long, dark lashes as I pick up my drink again. Her eyes widen for a second as I pour some on her belly button this time. I watch it slide down her lower abdomen before disappearing between her legs.
My mouth waters at the sight as I suck and lick her stomach clean. My tongue follows the trail lower before I drop to my knees and lift her legs on my shoulders. Her pink pussy glistenswith the amber liquid mixed with her arousal, and it’s the most tempting sight I’ve ever seen.
“Lyla?” I murmur against her inner thigh before licking off the trail of the smoky aroma.
“Yes?” She whimpers as her body beautifully bows to me when her back arches off the velvet lining.
“I’m going to fuck you twice on this pool table. Once with my mouth, and then I’m bending this sweet ass over and fucking you again with my cock.” I suck a spot on her inner thigh, and she writhes beneath me. “Every time you walk past this pool table, I want you to remember me buried deep inside you,” I breathe against her skin. “Every time bourbon touches your lips, I want you to remember me drinking it from your sweet pussy.”
I take a slow lick up her center and am rewarded with the spicy oak flavor mixed with her delicious taste.
“So fucking good,” I moan, diving deep and taking every last drop from her.
Her sounds drive me wild as she moans and whimpers my name. My hair is pulled tighter, and it only spurs on the animal inside me. My tongue seeks and greedily consumes every bit of her, leaving no part untasted.
I sense her orgasm before it hits her and suck hard on her swollen clit just as her body explodes. She cries out my name, and my dick responds with a ferocious need. I feel her thighs squeeze me tight as she lifts her hips in pure ecstasy.
I kiss up her stomach when the last of her tremors have subsided and haul her up to me. My tongue dives in, and the bourbon on her tongue hits me all over again as I enjoy the taste of it on her lips.
Picking her up, I set her down in front of me. Her eyes have that deep sated look about them, and with her tousled hair and swollen lips, she looks like a fucking dream. A dream that I don’t ever want to wake up from.
“Turn around and grab the side of the pool table.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
LYLA
His voice is low and heavy with need. The storm in those greys are clashing with a mix of emotions.
Love…
Lust…
