Only You by K.T. Quinn

22

Molly

The Day He Made Me Squirm

I had never sent a sexy text message before. Even though you couldn’t see anything in the photo, it felt so scandalous to do. Like someone out in cyberspace might intercept it and see my panties.

And Donovan responded exactly as I hoped he would.

I’ll be honest: I didn’t think the penis was an attractive body part. It was actually kind of ugly. But the photo Donovan sent me, showing the thick ridge of his cock outlined within the grey cotton of his boxer-briefs…

It stirred something inside of me that I didn’t know could be stirred.

I was tempted to dial things up a notch right there. To remove my panties, spread my legs a little bit, and take a real photo for him. But I chickened out, and instead invited him to play pool.

Donovan joined me in the lounge at four. He looked like he had showered and cleaned himself up—he was wearing a blue button-down over his jeans.

Someone decided to get fancy.

“Ready to play with some balls?” he asked jokingly.

“You look like you’re ready to go to a board room meeting.”

“I’m running out of shirts. I need to do laundry.” He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his tan forearms. “What drink should I make us?”

I went behind the bar and grabbed the two highball glasses I had prepared. “Drinks are on me this time. I’m no bartender, but I can make a Jack and Coke.”

His lip twitched in a half-smile. “Jack and Coke is my favorite.”

Nailed it, I thought happily as he took a sip.

“This is strong,” he said.

“I like it strong.”

“No complaints here,” he replied. “You break this time. Need a refresher on how to play?”

Need me to grind up against your ass again? was what he meant. I bent over the table and lined up the cue ball. “I think I remember.”

I pulled back the stick and hit the cue ball, which slammed into the triangle of balls and spread them around the table.

“Uh oh. You’ve been practicing,” Donovan said while taking a very long pull of his drink.

“I had time to kill while you were playing in your kitchen yesterday.” I checked a pocket. “I’m solids. You’re stripes.”

I examined the table and lined up another shot. My target was right next to the side pocket, so I was able to sink it easily.

“Nice stroke,” Donovan said. “Just like last night.”

I rounded the table and bent over in front of him. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“The hand-job.”

I paused to look back at him. “Hand-job? What hand-job?”

“You have the memory of a goldfish.”

“You stayed in your room,” I said innocently. “With the wall between us, I couldn’t see what I was doing. I might have been kneading a roll of pasta dough for all I knew.”

Donovan rolled the cue stick in his fingers. “Pasta dough isn’t that hard.”

“You’re the chef, not me.” I grinned and made my shot, knocking another ball into the corner pocket.

“Uh oh,” Donovan said. “Three in a row.”

“Getting scared?” I teased.

He flashed a grin. “Not even a little bit.”

“In that case, how about we make this interesting?”

“I’m listening,” he said in his deep, rumbling voice.

“Whoever loses this game,” I said slowly, “has to do whatever the other person wants.”

He leaned on his pool cue and raised a dark eyebrow. “Anything?”

“Anything,” I agreed.

Donovan nodded. “All right. You’ve got yourself a bet.”

I strolled around the table. I was wearing a sun dress today, the one that really hugged the curves of my hips and ass, and I made sure to bend over while lining up my shot. I could feel Donovan’s eyes on me as I slowly moved the pool cue back and forth, then gently hit the ball. It rolled across the table and hit its target, but the ball didn’t drop into the pocket.

“Damn.”

Donovan surveyed the table with his steel-grey eyes, then bent over to line up a shot. As a matter of fact, his ass looked pretty good in his jeans too. I couldn’t help but remember how his body felt on the balcony, holding me against him while his fingers slid inside of me…

Donovan’s pool stick flashed, knocking a ball into the corner pocket.

“Nice shot,” I said.

He didn’t respond to my compliment. His eyes were already scanning the table like a predator, looking for his next victim. He locked onto a ball on my side of the table. As he leaned down and closed one eye to line up his shot, I casually pulled my top down to show a little more cleavage, and then bent forward. My breasts looked amazing from his angle. Surely that would distract him.

Donovan leaned low, skillfully maneuvering the pool cue. His muscles tensed and the cue ball flashed across the table, hitting another ball with a loud CLACK. The ball bounced off a rail and then hissed into the side pocket.

“Wow,” I said with genuine surprise. “That looked much harder than I expected.”

He gave me an evil grin as he immediately lined up his next shot.

I watched in horror as Donovan sank another ball, then another, then another. Some of them were awfully difficult and required him to bank shots off the rails. But the way he played, he made it look easy.

He sank seven shots in a row, and then all he had left was the eight ball. Donovan hit the cue ball, and before it had even rolled across the table he was walking away to grab his Jack and Coke. He gulped it down as the eight ball gently fell into the side pocket, ending the game.

I gawked at him in disbelief. “You hustled me!”

He grinned. “There was a bar next to the diner where I worked. I always played a couple of games before starting my shift. On good nights I made more money playing pool than I did during my entire cooking shift.”

“But the other night when we played…”

“I told you I was rusty. It’s not my fault you made a bet before you knew how good I was.” He rested his stick against the wall and approached. “Now, as for what I won…”

Part of me had hoped I would lose. I wanted him to take what he wanted. No more fooling around or beating around the bush, so to speak. I held my breath as he approached me with hunger in his eyes.

I tilted my head up and puckered my lips, waiting for the kiss I so desperately needed. He had kissed me on the neck the other night, but we still hadn’t shared a real kiss on the lips. Now, with Donovan gazing down at me mere inches away, filling my nose with his scent, there was nothing in the world I wanted more than for him to crush his lips against mine.

“Kiss me,” I breathed.

“Is that what you want?” he rumbled. “To be kissed?”

I bit my lip and nodded. “You won the game. So it’s whatever you want.”

His hands caressed the sides of my hips, then latched on. “I do want to kiss you.”

Before I knew what was happening, he was lifting me into the air. But not into his arms—he was planting my ass on the pool table.

“I do want to kiss you,” he repeated, “but I didn’t say where.”

His fingers slid underneath my dress and danced up my thighs, then pulled my panties off. He lowered his face to my skin and kissed me on the knee, then on the inside of my thigh. The bristles of his beard tickled my skin as he caressed me with his lips, planting a trail of kisses up one leg and then down the other.

Donovan loomed over me for a moment, his steel-grey eyes admiring me. Taking in the view. I bit my lip and tingled with anticipation as his eyes raked over me.

He dove between my legs, burying his face in my sex. I gasped as his tongue slid up my slit, over my clit, then down again slowly. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me firmly in place.

“You won the game,” I exhaled as he ate me out. “I’m supposed to do whatever you want.”

He paused to leer up at me. “This is what I want. I want to taste every inch of you.”

I arched my back on the pool table as he dove back into me. His tongue moved faster, sliding deeper into my pussy this time. His nose pressed firmly against my clit while he buried his tongue deep inside, caressing my inner walls like he was painting every surface. Donovan moaned into me as he did so, a vibrating sound that cranked everything up a notch in my body, and I grabbed a handful of his thick hair and held him against me because I never wanted him to stop.

This was what I’ve been waiting for, I realized as he worshipped me with his tongue. This is what I’ve wanted.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling.