Page 242 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
He pushed me forward slightly so that my hips were pressed against the pool table. "Are you good at pool, Penny?" His fingers had dipped beneath my shirt, pushing it up the sides of my torso.
"I'm okay. I haven't really played that much."
My throat made a weird noise when his hands fell from my waist. God I wanted him.
He placed the cue ball down on the table and racked up the other balls. "Show me what you got." He handed me a pool stick.
I didn't want to play pool. I wanted his hands back on me and for him to be whispering naughty things in my ear. I tried to clear my head. "Am I stripes or solids?"
"Whichever you hit in first." He smiled at me. "And let's make things interesting." He leaned against the pool table. "Whenever one of us gets a ball in, we get to choose one thing for the other person to do."
"One thing for the other person to do?"
"Mhm. So if I get a ball in, I could say I wanted your lips around my cock."
I bit my lip.This is going to be fun.
"You're up, Penny."
I bent low and arched my back. I looked over at him. He was staring at my ass. I smiled and hit the cue ball. It slammed into the rest of the balls, but none of them went in.Shit.
"That's a shame. I really wanted to see what you'd make me do." He grabbed another stick off the wall and lined up his shot. "I'll be solids." He easily hit one in. "Take off your shirt, Penny. And you might as well take off your bra too." He sunk his next shot, which actually included two more balls, and looked over at me.
I didn't realize how good he was at pool. I slowly peeled my shirt off and unhooked my bra. "James, this isn't even fair."
"How about a maximum of two balls in a row?" His eyes wandered up my body and landed on my eyes. "Which means you're up."
I leaned down and tried to focus on my shot. I could feel his gaze on my breasts. When he looked at me with his hungry eyes it was almost impossible to focus. But my shot was easy. The only thing I had to do was make sure I didn't hit the cue ball in. I took a deep breath and hit my first striped ball in.Yes!I smiled and stood up. "I think you should take your shirt off too."
He locked eyes with me and grabbed his shirt by the nape of his collar and quickly pulled it off. My eyes drifted down his perfectly sculpted torso.Focus.I turned back to the table and lined up my next shot. It was another easy one.
"And, Penny," James said as he walked over to me. He put his hand on the arch I had made with my back. "I forgot to mention, if you hit the cue ball in, that results in a punishment."
Everything below my waistline clenched. "A punishment?"
"But I happen to know you like being punished." He nipped my shoulder blade.
Oh God."James, stop trying to distract me."
His fingers fell from my back, but he stayed right next to me. I could feel the heat radiating off his body and his gaze was making me blush. I did love being punished. But I wanted to choose what he did next. The thought was so exciting that I hit my next shot too hard, sinking a striped ball and the cue ball.Crap.
James grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the edge of the pool table. "If you weren't pouting, I would have thought you had done that on purpose." He lightly nipped my earlobe.
I moaned and tilted my head to the side. He kissed my neck and let his lips slowly wander across my clavicle. I was expecting him to spank me. This wasn't a punishment at all.
He began to trace his hands up the insides of my thighs. His lips continued their descent and stopped between my breasts. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and lightly tugged.
"James," I moaned. I tilted my hips, wanting him to touch me.
He responded by pushing down on my thighs, pressing my ass back down against the table. His tongue swirled around my nipple. One of his hands abandoned my thigh and he began to match the motions of his tongue with his fingers on my other nipple. I didn't even understand my body's reaction to this.How is this turning me on so much?
His fingers traced up my leg and along the top of my thigh. Everything he did made it more and more apparent that he wasn't touching me where I needed him to. I could feel my thong getting damp. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore teasing, he tugged hard on my nipple.
"James, please," I panted. Now I realized what the punishment was. He wasn't going to give me what I really wanted. He was just teasing me.
He moved his face a fraction of an inch in front of mine. "I want you," he said in a low husky voice. His thumbs hooked in the waistband of my leggings.
"I want you too." I lifted my hips slightly. I needed him to touch me. I needed his hands, his tongue, his cock.
