“Please …” Her voice cracked. She needed more. More of him teasing her, driving her crazy. She wanted to feel him in the worst way. Her fingers grasped at the buttons of his shirt, pulling them open, helping him shrug it off. He unclasped her bra and threw it away, pushing his naked chest against hers.
Her jeans were the next to go before his arms wrapped around her waist, thick and strong against her slenderness. He was still half dressed, his legs covered with dark blue denim, while she was pretty much naked.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.” He lifted her against him, placing a hand beneath her ass, cradling her body to his chest. She curled her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest, kissing his hot, burning skin with cool lips.
He was doing it already, making her feel good, holding her body against his until she wrapped her legs around his hips. Her weight seemed to make no difference to him, like he carried around sacks for a living, was used to flexing his muscles and bracing his legs.
“Okay.” She pulled his head toward her again, sucking in his bottom lip between her own. She flicked her tongue across it, teasing until he couldn’t resist taking her mouth again.
He carried her the short distance to the pool table, turning her body until she was face down. He lifted her up, splaying her against the blue baize, pulling her panties down until there was nothing left.
She lay there, her cheek flat against the soft, warm fabric, her hips braced on the wooden sides. He ran a finger down from her neck, dragging it down her spine until he reached the tip of her tailbone, the multiple nerve endings singing at his touch.
She arched her back and he pushed her back down, his hand light but firm. Then he pushed his hands between her thighs, prying them apart until she was making a vee, her feet dangling from the table.
“You look fucking beautiful.” His voice caught in his throat. His fingers dipped lower, sliding across her ass, brushing along her hole until he met her slick, hot pussy. Curling his fingers together, he slid them along, making her want to arch her back, though the way his hand pushed down on her kept her still.
“You like this?” He curled his thumb until it pushed against her clit, soft enough to make her need more. She tried to push her ass up, but he pressured her down again, and she moaned into the baize.
“Yes, I like it.”
His fingers pushed inside her, the twist he made with them sensual and hot. They teased, dipping inside then out, making her crazed with need.
“Murphy… please.”
“Say it again.” She could hear the smile in his voice.
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
She hid her smile in the pool table. “I need your cock, please.”
He leaned over her, his body covering hers. Through the thick denim of his jeans, she could feel his rigid outline. It nestled between her cheeks, and he flexed his hips enough for her to feel him drag against her pussy.
“You’re making me hard again.” His voice held an edge which caressed her ears. She wanted mean. She wanted hard. She wanted everything he had to give.
“Then fuck me.”
Rachel heard a rustle, a tear, and a latex snap as he rolled on a condom. He reached out and scooped the slickness from her pussy, coating himself with her juices.
“Tell me you want this,” his rough voice demanded. He brushed the tip of his cock against her clit. “Beg me for it.”
“For God’s sake, do it.” The room was silent save for her begging and his ragged breaths. She tried to turn around, to see his body, but he was just a few inches out of her range.
He curled his body over hers, digging his fingers into the soft skin just below her hips, moving her up until she was almost fully on the table. She could feel his chest pressing against her back, could see his hands braced to her side. Just one more push and he’d be there.
An experimental flex of her hips, and she felt him slip just inside her. Less than an inch, but enough to make her gasp. She did it again, arching harder this time, taking him inside a little bit more. She could feel him brace himself against the floor.
“You’re driving me crazy.” His lips moved against her ear, his breath hot on her skin. “I’m going to ruin you for every other guy.”
She lifted her head, turning it until her face met his. Her lips captured his, opening, inviting him in. Her voice was low when she spoke into his mouth. “Do it.”
And he did. Slowly, agonizingly, he pushed himself inside, moving inch by inch until she was full of him. His hips pushed against the soft flesh of her ass, his lips moving against her mouth.
He curled a hand beneath her, circling her waist, pulling her up until her hips arched away from the baize. He started to move, her body still against him, his other hand braced on the table.
“Gonna fuck you now, baby.” His face was next to hers, his lips whispering into her cheek. She closed her eyes, feeling every inch as he moved inside, the way he dragged his tip against the sensitive nerves inside her. Every time he thrust she could feel him push there, taking her higher and higher until she was almost out of control.