Page 12 of Cruel Legacy

When it’s finally my turn he mimics my stance, obviously checking out my ass, as I size up my shot. He’s standing so close I can feel the heat from his body. He smells as good as I thought. Like a mixture of cedar and cinnamon and a touch of leather.

“What should I know about you?” I ask, after I drop the first two solid balls in their slots.

“Nothing, except I’m gonna beat your sexy ass in pool.”

His voice is warm, soothing, and a bit husky. Like smokey whisky sliding down my throat. I round the table so I’m facing him and lean forward, setting my cue stick between my fingers.

I’m preparing to take my shot, when he asks, “What about you? Is there someone waiting for you to come home tonight?”

Interesting way to phrase the question. That could mean my parents or my man. The answer is the same either way. Glancing up at him, I answer with a question of my own. “Does it matter?”

He joins me on my side of the table and crowds me against it. His hands firmly on my waist as he presses against me. There’s still a little space between us, so I can move if I want to. Idon’twant to.

He lowers his body, his chest leaning lightly against my back, his lips against my ear, and says, “Depends on whether or not you’ll be in trouble when you come home walking funny.”

Cocky. I like that, but only when they can back it up. “I won’t be.”

His lips graze the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Well, this escalated quickly.” I say, straightening up and leaning into his hold.

“I think we both knew where this was going the moment you sent me that drink.”

I point out the flaw in his thinking. “A drink is just a drink. I could’ve sent it to anyone.”

“But you didn’t, and now here we are. Ball’s in your court.”

He’s right, the drink was an open invitation because I saw him and decided I wanted him. I press my ass against him, because where we are isn’t nearly as far as I’d like us to go. He pulls the stick from my hand, placing it on the table, and turns me in his arms. Our game is quickly forgotten as we sway to the music piping through the speakers in the corner of the room.

I don’t like wasting time and I know what I want. When he leans forward, I meet him halfway, our lips joining in a kiss that tastes like bourbon, cheap beer, and reckless decisions. It’s exhilarating. An adrenaline rush. One I’ve been needing since I drove into town.

I’m not big on relationships, but I don’t bed hop either. At home, I had someone I’d casually hook up with to keep the edge off. This night will have to hold me over until I can find someone to fill that role. It won’t be him. Once I do this, I’m not sure I’ll ever come back to this bar again. It’s over an hour away from campus. I hope he makes this memorable.

He backs me into the wall across from the pool table and hoists me up. My legs immediately go around his waist, my ankles crossed against his lower back. He devours my neck, his stubble brushing against my skin.

We’re pressed close, his erection nestles perfectly against my clit. I rock against him, pulling his mouth to mine again. Just as I’m settling into the kiss, he lowers me back to my feet, grabs my hand, and pulls me through a door on the back wall. It leads down a hallway and out the back door of the bar into an alley.

Before I can adjust to the change in scenery, he pulls me into a small alcove on the right and maneuvers me backward.

His right hand is braced on the wall near my head, his left is on my hip as he studies my face, waiting for me to change my mind. Cute. But I’ve got no hesitation about this.

Fisting his shirt, I pull him in for another kiss. His thick tongue sweeps into my mouth as I reach between our bodies and flick the button open on my jeans, shoving them down to my ankles, and slip off a shoe. I pull one leg out of my pants before moving to work on his next and push my hand into the opening.

A shudder runs through me when I grip his shaft. It’s dark, so I can’t make out what it looks like, but his dick feels divine in my hand. Thick and heavy. Velvety warm. I stroke him until he pushes my hand away, breaking our kiss. He takes a step away from me, but his gaze never leaves my face. I hear the foil tear, but when he moves in close again, I still do a quick check to make sure he’s really rolling the condom on. I’ve had guys try to fool me before and I’d hate to end our fun before it really begins.

His fingers press against my damp panties, his thumb brushing against my clit. This time, it’s my turn to push his hands away. I’m ready. There’s no need to prolong this. I move my panties to the side with one hand and use my hold on his dick to bring him closer, lining him up against my opening. He flexes his hips, slowing pushing inside. The burn and stretch as he enters me feels so good.

He pulls out a little, then pushes back in, seating himself deeper. Just that small movement has me panting. I haven’t had new dick in such a long time. I almost forgot how exhilarating it is. That first joining with a new partner. The heady combination of nerves and lust.

It pains to to say, but sometimes the anticipation of the act is the best part of sex for me. His strokes are sharp and precise. Hitting me at an angle which has me quickly spinning out of control. I won’t be disappointed tonight. He clearly knows what he’s doing.

“Yes, yes,” I chant, when he picks up speed, my inner walls flutter around him. I shift my hips, trying to take him deeper. He readjusts his legs, pinning me so tightly against the wall. All I can do is hang on and take what he gives me. A shiver runs down my spine as I free fall into bliss sooner than expected. I drag my fingers through his hair, patiently waiting for him to finish.

He swirls his hips on the downstroke and squeezes my right tit through my shirt even though we’re well past the foreplay stage. The twinge of pain sends another shockwave through my cunt. He hums and pushes my shirt up, popping my tit from my bra. I bite down on my bottom lip as he drags his thumb across the nipple.

There’s a weird twitch in my clit. I’m not multi-orgasmic. Not without using my toys on myself, and even then it takes a while for me to work myself up again. But the way he’s working his dick feels so good. With a little more time, I think I could cum again. I would totally love to be the girl to say a guy made her cum twice on his dick.

Sasha would be so jealous. But he has to be close, too. Right? As if sensing my inner thoughts, he hoists me higher, holding me with one hand and flicks his thumb against my clit. “Come on, sweetness, give me another.”

The words are endearing, but there’s a bit of edge to his voice like it’s a command. One my body instinctively wants to obey. But my mind overrules my body. I don’t do well with commands. I tense up and fight it. Tensing up has the opposite effect from what I’m expecting. Instead of cooling my libido down, my walls grip him tighter. He feels even bigger at this angle. The niggling in my clit grows stronger.

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