Page 38 of Lucifer's Hounds

“Yes ma’am.” Cass takes his turn and after two balls he misses. I shoot, and scratch again.

“Lose a piece,” he says. I debate for a moment and drop my shorts.

“Mmm,” Cass groans before he walks back to the table. He shoots again and this time he scratches.

“Lose a piece,” I say, a little too cheerfully.

Cass stares at me hungrily as he removes his cut.

“Oh, that’s not fair. If that’s fair, then your shoes don’t count,” I protest.

“No, no, no. They count.” Cass laughs. “Your shot, Miss Summers.” I shoot, make two balls, then miss. Cass’s shot and he misses again.

“Lose the shirt,” I demand.

“Nope.” He takes off his jeans instead, leaving him in only his shirt and boxers.

I shoot and miss. Cass does the same. We go back and forth without scratching until Cass wins. “Rack ‘em, rack girl.”

I bend over a little more than necessary while racking and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Cass. The heat of his gaze sears into my skin with every little move I make.

Cass breaks and the cue ball goes flying off the table. “Damn it.”

He slips his shirt over his head slowly and tosses it on the floor. I stare at him, taking in the sight of him standing there. I’m a sucker for this man without a damn shirt. To hell with this pool game.

I walk over to him and get straight to the point. I tug his boxers down and begin kissing my way from his neck to his cock. He gasps as my lips touch his skin, teasing him the way he so thoroughly teases me. I make it my mission to get as close as possible to his cock without touching it with my mouth. I kiss his thighs, his lower abdomen, his pelvis. Unable to withstand my torture any longer, Cass grips the back of my head and pushes into my mouth. I welcome him, my tongue circling his head.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Cass moans. The sound of his voice turns me on even more. I move up and down slowly, making sure to drag out every stroke. The sounds he makes have me wet and aching for him. Almost as if he can read my mind, he lifts me by my thighs and turns me upside down. He’s holding all of my weight upside down. Cass grabs my underwear and rips them, again, tossing them across the room.

Cass’s mouth finds its way to my wet pussy while I suck him half-upside down. Moans that threaten to escape are stifled by his throbbing cock in my mouth. His tongue moves faster, encouraging me to pick up the pace. It’s a never-ending cycle of pleasure. The feel of his tongue sliding up and down my clit makes the nerves in my legs twitch and sends chills dancing across my skin. When I shiver, my balance is tested, and I wobble. For a split second I think I may tumble over but Cass catches me and repositions me just in time. There are no words to describe the pure enjoyment that I get out of Cass’s hot mouth on my pussy. Without any control over myself, I try to move my hips, helping Cass bring me to that place of bliss that I so desperately desire to be, but it’s difficult to move at this angle.

Cass begins moving his own hips with the same motion, pumping into my mouth. As he fills my throat, I manage to refrain from gagging. Cass whimpers as I make a low hum around his cock.

“Stop.” He manages to get the word out in a breath.

His cock pulsates in my mouth and I know he’s close and holding back. He flips me upright and sets me down on the pool table. I whine in protest when his mouth is no longer on me, but I’m silently grateful to be back in a normal position. Cass pulls my legs to his shoulders and slams into me, turning my whine into a moan.

He pounds in and out of me and with every stroke I’m on the brink of exploding, but I want to ride the edge of this orgasm. The feeling of being so close, yet not, is fucking exhilarating. Cass caresses my face as he leans in closer, his face close to mine as his tongue grazes the inside of my bottom lip. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear his lips shocked me. People speak of sparks all the time, but I’ve never experienced it, nor did I believe in anything of the sort until this moment. Something in that simplemovement ignites a fire inside of me that the devil himself would envy.

I feel like a ravenous shark who’s just had a taste of blood, Cass’s lips sending me into a frenzy. I want more,needmore. He lifts me off the table and flips us around, lying in my place before positioning me on top of him. His head rests on the rail of the pool table. I look down at him and a smile filled with more than pleasure spreads across my face. Even if that’s all this is, or will ever be, at least I will be able to say that in moments like this I am the luckiest woman in the world.

I ride him slow at first in long, drawn out strokes. I’m enjoying every inch of him in slow motion and he’s letting me have all the control I want. There’s no complaint from him, either, which is evident in the hungry look in his eyes and the way they flicker close when I take all of him.

Cass grabs my hips and thrusts upward. I let out a half-scream at the sensation filling me with both pleasure and pain. The pain is always the most pleasurable when it comes from Cass, sending chills down my spine as he pushes into me. The felt from the pool table rubs rough against my knees and I know that all-too familiar feeling. Carpet burn. I change positions, my nose touching his, and pick up the pace. With one hand behind his head and the other on his chest, I ride him harder.

I can’t help but think about how lucky I am and how I never dreamt that I’d be experiencing something like this in my life, much less with someone who is so sweet, gentle, yet rough. As the thoughts race through my mind, I press my lips to his. I can taste the sweat on his lips, and it pulls me from my fleeting thoughts, replaced now with wild desire. I want my own sweet release.

I sit straight up on Cass and begin bouncing harder, feeling that sweet unraveling inside me beginning.

“Fuck, Lilly. Yeah.”

I allow myself to continue to build, holding on for as long as I can.

“Come with me, baby. Please,” I plead.

“Yeah, baby. Make me come. I’m coming with you,” Cass moans and I feel his release inside me, making me come undone around him. My legs tighten around his waist along with every other muscle in my body as I come…hard. He moans with me as I let out a defeated, yet satisfied whimper.

After he drains every bit of the orgasm from my body, I relax and lay my head on the center of his chest, a place that I’m now beginning to think of as my spot. Cass does just as he did before, stroking his hand through my hair. It just doesn’t get any better than this. I lie here, eyes closed, mouth gaping open in a cheesy smile. There are so many emotions and feelings in this moment. Satisfaction. Pleasure. Happiness. Realizing Cass is probably a bit uncomfortable beneath the full weight of my body, I sit up. I forgot that we were in the bar. Hell, I forgot that the bar even existed.

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