Leaning down to take my shot, Toddy bends over me, getting as close as when he pulled me off the horse. He’s close enough that I can feel his hot breath on my skin when he speaks.
Putting his arm around my waist to reposition my cue, he whispers into my ear. “Move it slightly this way.”
My head goes dizzy as I’m overcome with the manly scent of leather and grease. Trying to regain my composure, I glance at Aiden.
His eyes narrow as he glares straight at Toddy.
Is this what Aiden was talking about? Toddy always trying to compete and turn things into a game?
Aiden, evidently nonplussed, stands tall and scratches his stubbled chin. “Hey there, Toddy. You want to watch where you put those hands?”
Toddy sneers before moving away from me, his hands in the air as if he is declaring defeat. “Just trying to help the lady out. Besides, I’d love to see you lose for a change.”
Aiden exhales, his expression softening as he waits for me to take my shot.
With one smooth hit, the ball glides across the table, landing squarely into the corner pocket. Excited, I high five Toddy before walking over and kissing Aiden on the lips. “See, I told you I could play.”
I walk around the table, studying my next potential shot. I’m not sure if it is the excitement of sinking the last one, or just that I’m an awful pool player, but I miss, giving Aiden the chance to have a run on the table and win the game.
Toddy yawns while Aiden racks the balls for another game. “I think I might leave you two and go to bed.”
Aiden gazes at me. “Holly, want one more game with me?”
“Sure.”
Toddy places his cue on the wall rack. “Which room should I take upstairs?”
“The one at the end of the hall is set up.”
“Well, goodnight you two. See you in the morning.”
“Night, Toddy.” Aiden and I both say, practically in unison.
CHAPTER SEVEN
AFTER TODDY HEADS upstairs to bed, Aiden and I play another game of pool.
I lean down and take aim, smiling over my cue. “That was nice hanging out with Toddy.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t too bad.”
“I like seeing you relaxed and laughing about old times. He seems to want to be on your good side.” I wince as I miss my shot.
“Hmm, maybe.” Aiden shrugs, leaning forward and aligning his cue with the ball.
“You’ve changed the last few years, so isn’t it possible that he’s also changed?”
“Perhaps. But right now, I’d much rather focus on you and not talk about Toddy.” Sinking the ball into the side pocket, Aiden raises an eyebrow, giving me a suggestive look.
His shirt falls open from one missing button, exposing dark hairs that beckon to be touched.
Those would feel luscious under my fingertips.
I inhale as my mind wanders, letting my sexual urges overtake my rational brain.
As he lines up his next shot, I walk behind him and lean down close to his ear. “Want to bet on this one?”
He grins over his cue. “What do you have in mind?”
“How about if you miss, I get another one of those massages you do so well, but this time with a happy ending?”
Eyeing his possible shots, he considers what he’s willing to wager. The wood creaks beneath his weight as he leans down against it. “Fine, but if I make my shot, how about you let me take you…” His fingers pat the felt as he raises his brow. “Right here on the table.”
“Hmmm, I think I could handle that.”
He grabs the cobalt coloured chalk and rubs it against the tip of the cue. “Well, there’s just one catch.”
My pulse races at the possibilities of what Aiden may want to do.
His voice is husky as he looks me up and down. “I get to blindfold you and try something we’ve not done before.”
My insides tighten.
God, I hope he makes this shot.
He raises one eyebrow. “You think you can handle what I might do?”
Cocking my hip to the side, I lean against my cue. “Bring it on.”
Aiden eyes the table, working out his best angle. He leans down and hits the ball with force, breaking the room’s silence with a deafening crack.
The ball shoots across the table and lands squarely into the pocket.
Standing tall, he holds his cue close to his lips and blows against it, as though it was a gun just shot in the wild west. He walks to his beer and guzzles down the last of it. “Ready for me?”
Biting my lip, I purr, “I’m always ready for you.”
He walks towards me, lust emanating from his intense stare. He corners me against the table’s edge.
Placing my hands on the polished wood, I hold myself upright.
Aiden pushes his leg between mine, forcing my thighs to spread wide. With a subjugator stare, he moves in close to my face, until our noses almost touch. “That Toddy may think he can steal you from me by getting you on a horse first, but he’s wrong.” His fingers come up to the top of my blouse, and with one forceful tug, he rips it open. Buttons pop as he pulls it off with wanton desire, throwing the shredded fabric to the floor.
I open my mouth to speak, but he stops me by sucking my lip into his mouth, gently biting before releasing it.
He gazes at me with an unusual ferocity. “No one can teach you to ride like I can.”
I’m entranced by his gaze. I open my mouth to speak, but again his lips stop me.
His tongue pushes into my mouth and tastes me with fervour.
My hands reach around his upper body and claw at his back.
Our tongues clash unrelentingly, dancing within our mouths, making music only we know the lyrics to.
Aiden undoes my bra, slides it off and tosses it next to my tattered shirt. He breaks our kiss and backs away from our embrace, never breaking his stare from my face. Gripping his shirt, he rips it off in one swift move, exposing his bare, rippling chest.
The sight of that hard body makes me quiver, aching to be consumed.
His mouth again finds mine and his hand cups the back of my head, pulling me hard into his kiss. His other hand teases the top of my waistband while his fingers seek to release the button holding my shorts in place. Gasping, he throws his head back before letting his eyes narrow onto mine. “Ready for me to show you some things we can explore together?”
I’m breathless. “Yes.”
He holds my chin, studying my reaction. “I’m going to go slow with you, Holly. We won’t push any limits until you’re ready.”
Those long, deft fingers finally open the button of my shorts.
I exhale sharply as he takes off my remaining clothes.
He walks to the bar and fumbles through one of the drawers before returning with a strip of black fabric, a tube and some dark object that I cannot quite make out. He stops a few feet away and removes his jeans, giving me a chance to take in the view of him standing at full attention.
My God, this man is perfectly built. I think he could even make the Statue of David cry with jealousy.
He reaches out and lifts me onto the table. Using the soft fabric, he covers my eyes and ties it securely around my head. He wraps one arm around me, and kisses against my collarbone before murmuring, “Holly, I’ll help you lay down.”
I relax against his arm and let him guide me backwards until I’m resting against the velvety table. As my legs dangle over the side, my nipples harden from both the air conditioner’s breeze and my eagerness.
Allowing me to lie there pondering what he may be up to, he walks around the table and pulls some pool balls out of the pockets. Their thumping against the table sends a vibration through my body and I shiver in response.
When will you put those hands on me, Aiden?
I sense him between my legs.
Using his fingertips, he smooths some sort of lotion onto my skin. Moving across my chest, down my breasts, and across my stomach, he is careful to not graze m
y nipples.
Another massage?
I exhale slowly, biting my lip when I feel the unnerving sensation of something round being pressed against my skin.
Slowly, he teases my body with two pool balls in his hand. He slides them over my arms and around my curves towards my breasts, rubbing the lotion all over my exposed skin.
A sweet scent fills the air while an odd warming sensation sweeps across my skin. “Aiden, what is that?”
He whispers into my ear, “It’s peach flavoured warming lotion. Once I’ve massaged you, I’m going to lick it off.”
A soft moan escapes my lips. I don’t know what my body wants more right now.
His hands or his tongue? How can I choose between those two? Can’t I have both?
Aiden speaks with a husky tone. “Just sit back and feel everything. I promise you’ll love where I take you tonight.”
The massage continues, circling, rubbing, teasing as the momentum builds and Aiden moves lower. He begins to suck around my breasts while running the balls up and down the sides of my upper body. Taking one nipple at a time between his teeth, he gently nibbles while pressing his hard chest against mine.
Oh!
My back arches upward in delight, and the wetness builds between my legs. I’m surprised that there could be such a sweet feeling after a tiny bit of pain.
Aiden moves across my stomach, letting his stubble tease my flesh. His hard cock pulsates against my inner thigh, teasing me with every movement he makes against me.
As he moves even lower, my pulse increases, and I struggle to contain the moan erupting deep within me.
He continues kneading my sides and breasts with the billiard balls, contrasting cool, hard resin with the heat of my flesh. Stopping, he hovers just before reaching the landing strip of hair that remains on my pussy.
The sound of balls dropping into the side pocket leaves me to wonder what he is going to do next.
Grabbing my ankles, he lifts them to the height of the table. He places my heels down into each side pocket, gently forcing my legs further apart. I’m now opened to him like a freshly cut piece of fruit.
I pant as my sex throbs, begging to be filled by Aiden’s massive rod, standing tall between his legs.
Instead, Aiden makes me wait, while he rubs more lotion into my legs. Picking up two balls again, he kneads the skin on my legs, moving higher and higher. His hot breath provokes a warming sensation against my skin, sending a tremor deep through me.
Moaning, my fingernails rake against the green velvet.
The balls rub against my thighs while he runs his lips up the sides of my calves. His tongue begins to lick as he moves higher, tasting the salty sweat forming on my skin.
I groan, not wanting that mouth to ever leave my body as it moves closer to where I crave. My palms press into the bristly baize, as those smooth balls, glide across my skin.
He bites my thigh, letting the balls drop onto the table with a thud.
Oh, my! Another bite!
Unexpectedly, the pain makes me want him even more. “Oh, Aiden. Keep going.”
Standing between my legs, he presses gently against my thighs.
I squirm, trying to get him to penetrate me with one of those thick, long fingers that are so close to where I need them. Or better yet, use that mouth of yours, Aiden.
Picking up one ball, he rubs it gently against my throbbing slit.
I groan from the pressure, but it’s not enough.
His free hand finds my knee and he runs his fingers up the inside of my thigh. Sliding one finger against my wet pussy lips, he pushes slowly inside, while the ball presses hard against the top of my mound.
I moan, wanting more. “Fill me with those fingers.”
He drops the ball to the side, letting it bounce against the table as he slips two fingers between my folds. Bending forward, he licks my clit, being sure to let his stubble rub against my thigh, adding to the delicious assault he is making on my body. With his other hand, he lets one of his fingers runs down below my slit.
Oh! I’ve never felt this before. Where is he going with things now?
I arch my back, opening to whatever he wants to do next.
He tenderly pushes his finger against my tight hole as he flicks his tongue against my clit.
The full feeling drives me over the edge. My body tenses and I quiver against his grasp, forcing his finger to move inside.
Aiden stops licking. “Wait, Holly. There’s more.” He draws the words out like honey dripping from a spoon.
Breathless, I ask, “Can you remove the blindfold and let me watch what you’re doing?”
“No. I want you to just feel what I do.” He kisses my stomach once again, letting that hard prick of his tease against the inside of my thigh. “I promise to go slow.”
I nod, letting out a purr as something new is being pressed against my tight hole.
Okay, now that’s not his finger and it’s definitely not one of the pool balls.
My body tenses from uncertainty.
“Relax.”
Quivering, I give in as he slowly fills me with this object. It’s unusual but exciting. Nothing like what I’ve experienced before, but oddly, the round fullness is turning me on even more than I was just moments ago.
I gasp as it enters me. But before I can relax again, I feel a second one being pushed against me.
Another anal bead is pushed inside, my body adjusting as it glides inward.
Once more, I gasp as a third one is pushed in, not knowing if it’s the last one of if there’s more. My fingernails scratch the coarse baize surface as I try to remain relaxed and go with this new sensation.
Aiden’s hand rests against the inside of my thigh. “You all right with this, Holly?”
“Yes.” My reply comes out breathy. “Is there more?”
“There’s more, but I am talking more pleasure, not more beads.”
A nervous giggle escapes me. I’ve never gone down this sexual path before, so I am not sure what to expect.
But I trust Aiden. And I trust where he may be taking me.
The wood creaks as he leans on top of the table. As if he is taking one magical shot, he slides his cock right into my dripping slit.
I moan as my body relishes in that scrumptious feeling of being filled.
Moving in and out, he sets a rhythmic, steady pace while he holds my hips in place.
As my vagina constricts around his shaft, he reaches down and tugs at the beads he has pushed inside me.
I pant from the sheer pleasure of this sensation, finding it unnervingly tantalising as he pulls one bead out.
He holds me tight while his swollen member moves faster and harder into me.
My breath quickens, and I lean upward to suck wantonly onto his neck. My hands graze across his sweaty, sculpted back, pulling him closer against my damp skin.
Keeping one hand close to the beads, he pumps into my body. Sweat drips off his forehead as he groans into my ear.
The sexy sound makes my body tense and I can’t hold back any longer. I start coming against him, but as I do, he tugs the beads out of me, making me orgasm longer than I ever have before. I scream from the gratification overtaking my flesh as my body writhes in a fit of pleasure.
He buries his face against my neck, grunting and thrusting as his engorged rod closes in on his own climax.
My body collapses, and gravity pulls me hard against the table, just like a ball dropping into a side pocket. Closing my eyes, I savour the height of my orgasm while Aiden continues to thrust inside me.
He grunts as his cock engorges further, closing in on his orgasm.
“Oh, shit! I didn’t know you were still in here.” Toddy’s voice interrupts us.
Snapping his head to the side, Aiden roars at Toddy. “Get the fuck out of here, mate!” Collapsing on top of me, Aiden attempts to cover my nakedness.
Looking at the door, I see Toddy race out of the room.
Does this guy have impecc
able timing or what? Surely, he saw the light on before he walked in?
“Fuck! Why did he come in here?” Aiden yells.
I place my fingers against his cheek and attempt to turn his attention back towards me. “Don’t worry about him. Let’s get back to us.”
He stares at me, fuming. “I think it’s too late.”
“I’m sure it’s not. Let me take you upstairs, so we aren’t interrupted again.”
He grunts as he rolls off me. “Damn, him.”
“Don’t worry about him.” I stand up and run my fingers across this chest and down his defined abs. Dropping to my knees, I lick his shaft from base to tip, bringing it back to life. “Why don’t you follow me upstairs for more?”
Looking down towards me, Aiden’s smile returns. “Only if you promise to do more of that when we get up there.”
“Of course.” Standing, I giggle and take his hand in mine.
Retreating upstairs, I give Aiden the happy ending he deserves before we fall asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
AFTER A FEW days of peace and quiet, I’m able to leave the awkwardness with Toddy behind. It’s been easy to avoid him because he’s been busy with Aiden fixing fences and getting a paddock ready for planting oats.
Staying around the house, I’ve been reading, baking or working on a watercolour painting I started a few days ago. I’ve always had a busy schedule or a phone to glare at aimlessly so from time to time I’m not sure what to do with myself. I’ve even started swimming laps while I wait for Aiden to finish whatever he’s working on. It’s as though I’m on a holiday that never ends.
The last few days have passed by quickly. It is now the day I’m meeting Aiden’s parents and I cannot sit still no matter how hard I try. Around lunchtime, I go for a swim, hoping the activity will lessen my anxiety.
It’s been years since I’ve had to impress someone’s family. I hope it all goes all right.
Finishing my last lap, I stop at the end of the pool to catch my breath. Removing my goggles, I see Aiden striding towards me.
He walks with a purpose, eyeing me as I wade in the water.
God, he’s hot. I wonder if we can forgo meeting his parents and instead have a veritable lovefest the rest of the day?
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