I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way around the table, and as I bent down low over it, I let my long, dark brown hair fall in my face to hide my smile. I'd worn my favorite sapphire-blue miniskirt and the black- and sapphire-striped V-neck shirt that highlighted my deep blue eyes and displayed my generous cleavage for maximum viewing pleasure. It was not the kind of outfit you wore to play pool in unless you were trying to show off more than your skills with a cue stick. Tonight, that was exactly what I wanted.
I pretended not to notice as he approached my table. "Pool's not the kind of game you want to play by yourself," he observed, and I shivered at the sound of his deep, rough voice. It was the kind of voice that promised deep, rough sex, which was exactly what I was hoping to end the night with.
"I'm just practicing my moves," I responded flippantly, not bothering to look at him as I lined up my next shot. The cue smacked against the eight with a sharp click and it arrowed right into the corner pocket. I straightened, a smile of deep satisfaction on my face.
I turned around to face the stranger and he smiled appreciatively, his emerald eyes roaming my body leisurely. "Seems to me that you don't need any more practice," he said easily. "Your moves are excellent as it is."
I smirked, letting him know his double entendres were not lost on me. I let my eyes roam him the same way he'd done to me. What I saw made me want to drool. Six foot two, a black t-shirt stretched tight over well-developed biceps and a broad, firm chest, full lips that curved upward to show off straight white teeth, and a full head of silky, just-a-touch-too-long black hair. I was already wet but I knew I'd have to play out the charade a little longer.
"So if you think I'm lonely, why don't you join me?" I suggested, racking up another game. He was gone only a moment, probably to tell his buddies he was going to get laid tonight, and then came back with a sexy grin and an admiring gaze.
"So how come you're here all by yourself?" he asked speculatively as I leaned over the table to break. "You and the boyfriend get into a fight and you're here blowing off steam?"
I rolled my eyes. "Subtle. If you wanted to know if I have a boyfriend, why didn't you just ask?"
He chuckled as he moved in for his turn. "Because I don't care if you have a boyfriend."
I raised one eyebrow. "You mean you're not over here trying to get me to go home with you?"
He shrugged, giving me an impish, little-boy-who-knows-he's-being-bad grin. "Yeah, I am. I just don't happen to give a shit if you've got a man or not."
I laughed. I loved that he was so damn unapologetically honest. "I don't have a man. I caught the last one in bed with my two best friends, one riding his face and the other riding his cock."
He moved in behind me as I went for my next shot. His hips molded against my ass, his denim-covered cock rubbing gently against the hollow between my thighs. His hands settled on my hips and pulled me back so that I was flush against him, and he rocked forward so that I could feel how hard he was getting. "And you? How long has it been since you rode a cock?"
I bit my lip and whimpered. All of a sudden I wanted him so fucking bad I would have pushed him onto the pool table and climbed on top, if it wouldn't have gotten me arrested. "Too fucking long."
He bent over me, nearly pushing me onto the table, and whispered in my ear. "Well then tonight's your lucky night, because you're going to be riding mine real hard in about twenty minutes."
I dropped the cue on the table and pushed back, forcing us both upright. "Let's go."
We left our half-done game and he followed me to the parking lot. "Should I follow you back to your place?" I asked, and he shook his head.
"I loaned my buddy my car, so I took a cab here. Mind giving me a ride back?"
"No problem." I beeped my car open and we both slid in, eager to get going. He gave me basic directions and I aimed the car toward his house. "By the way, what's your name?"
