Restless Spirits

Demi leaned against the pool table and watched the flex of Pierce’s firm ass as he walked over to pay for their table. The man made her dizzy. With his quick wit, insane sex appeal, and considerate nature, he was an unbelievable catch. She wanted things she thought long out of reach. Can I risk it? Love could be dangerous, even in the right hands. If you entangled who you were with that person and they were taken away. A battle began in her mind against what she once thought and a rapidly developing new reality. With Pierce, you’d have it all. A best friend and a lover who makes you wet just looking at him.

He strolled toward her with fire and mirth in his eyes.

“I know you’re a good pool player, so how about a wager?” He set the rack on the table and began to pile in the stripes and solids.

“I’m listening.” She pushed away from the table and selected a pool stick, holding it parallel to test it.

“If I win, I get to tie you up.”

“And if I win?” She placed a hand on her hip and placed the stick on the ground in front of her.

“You tie me up.”

The imagery his gravel-laced tone dredged up made her mouth water and her pussy weep. Pierce had always been a bit of a control freak. The thought of having him under her command appealed to her and spoke volumes about his trust.

“You’d agree to that.”

“With you, yes.” He licked his lips. “I’ve always wanted to let down my walls and hand over control. But I couldn’t with anyone else.”

“Pierce.” She leaned in, cupped his cheek, and kissed him soft and sweet. Her toes curled in her tennis shoes, and she fell further from friendly love and closer to unfamiliar territory. Sliding her tongue inside his mouth, she took control of the kiss, setting the pace as she explored him thoroughly. They pulled apart, and he shook slightly.

“I hope you can take me, D. ‘Cause I’d really like to spend the night at your mercy.”

“That’s one hell of a motivational speech.”

“Good, you break.” He winked.

She walked over to the table, bent, and closed one eye, lining up the shot. The crack of the balls as the cue ball sent them into motion made her grin. One stripe and two solids.

“I’m solids.” She put an extra roll in her hips a she moved on to her next shot. The battle got heated. People gathered to watch them as they carefully lined up shot after shot. In the end, it all came down to the eight ball. Heat infused her body as she bent down and struggled to focus.

“Eight ball in the right corner pocket.” Her hands shook. She inhaled, exhaling slowly. One final thrust of her pool stick, and the white ball rolled, taking her destiny with her. The black ball shot into the pocket as if it wanted to be home. A cheer rang out in the small crowd gathered around them.

Pierce pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple. “Good game,” he said.

“Mhmm. We’ll have drinks. Then you’re mine for the night,” she said. He gave her a squeeze and pushed her away as they shook hands with the crowd.

A number of shots later, they stepped out of the bar into the cool night. She welcomed the breeze on her flushed skin. Buzzed and excited, she imagined all the sweet torture she’d inflict on his body.

“You got the devil in your eyes, D.”

“My thoughts are wicked.” She gave him a slow once-over and leaned against the passenger door when they reached the car. “When do the games begin?”

“That eager?” he said.

“Oh yes, my control-loving friend. Are you sure you can handle it? Maybe we should switch the terms.”

“No.” His nostrils flared, and her nipples puckered.

“You want it as much as I do.”

He licked his lips. “I suggested it.” He swallowed. She rose up on her tiptoes and licked the bobbing ball of his Adam’s apple. He growled, and she grinned, resting her hands on his chest.

“I like the role reversal,” she said, pinching his nipples. He jerked against her. His breathing grew staggered. “You like it, don’t you? Not knowing what’s coming next?” She leaned in and sank her teeth into his pecs.

“Jesus, Demi.” The moan he released went straight to her core. A fresh flood of liquid dampened her panties.

“So hot, Pierce. I can’t wait to fuck you.” She let him go and steppe