Page 84 of Betting on the Bad Boy
I moaned, stretching my hands above my head and scooting up so I sprawled out along the full length of the pool table. He slipped my underwear off, and I opened my eyes in time to see him climb onto the pool table and hover over me. The briefs were gone. He was primed, and I was ready.
“Okay?” he asked.
I opened my legs to him, and he placed a palm on the table on either side of my face, lowering himself down into me, one glorious inch at a time.
“You’re so tight.” He settled deep inside and paused for a moment.
I let him fill me but couldn’t hold still for long. I had to move. Sandwiched between the hard slate of the pool table and Dante’s body, my options were limited. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him even further into me. He tried to find his rhythm but kept pulling back.
“It’s too hard. We’ve gotta move.”
I propped myself up on my elbows. “I don’t really think it’s possible for you to be too hard.”
He cracked a grin. “Not me. The table. My knees are killing me. The pool table is a much better idea in theory.”
“Are you bailing on me?”
“Not a chance. Hold on, I’ll find something.” He hopped off the table and ran behind the bar. He was quite a sight with his condom-covered cock bobbing against his stomach as he ran across the room.
I let my head fall back as he grabbed something behind the bar and raced back to me. He stopped about ten feet away.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful. Just look at you, sprawled out on the table like that. I’ve got to get a picture of this.”
“Don’t you dare. Get your ass back over here before I climb down and go home.”
Dante returned, a wad of bubble wrap in his hands. “Here, lift up your butt. I’ll slip it underneath you.”
I hiked my rear in the air, and he pushed the bubble wrap under me, then climbed back onto the table. “Where were we?”
“I think we were somewhere around here.” I lifted my hips up to him. He slid inside, pushing me back toward the table.
As my butt settled on the bubble wrap, the small pockets of air burst underneath me, making popping sounds.
“Geez, Dante. Is this the only thing you could find?” I looked up at him.
His eyes were closed, and he rocked into me, causing more pops to explode onto my ass. I started to giggle. He looked like he was concentrating so hard. He thrust into me.Pop, pop, pop.
I bit my lip to keep from losing it. Then I flung an arm around his back, trying to pull him down onto me so I wouldn’t keep landing on the bubble wrap. He flipped me over, so I was on top. I straddled him, popping more bubbles with my knees.
He smiled up at me and lifted his hips. “Come on, concentrate. Work through it.”
I pushed my hips into his, making a wide circle with my pelvis. Ah, the spot. There it was. I ignored the pops and focused on the feeling. If I could just follow it. His hands roamed over my naked body as I glided up and down. I found my groove and made it to the edge. I was close, so close.
Right before I let myself go, he sat up, settling me on his lap and changing the angle. The friction shifted, and I lost it for a moment. Then, all of a sudden, it was back, even stronger than before. I flung my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth into mine. His lips found my neck. He was leaving marks, and I didn’t even care. He kept pounding into me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I let myself go, and my orgasm washed over me, leaving me weak and super sensitive in its wake.
Dante wasn’t done. I propped myself up, then slid back down onto him, clenching as I raised up again. Lift, clench, slide. Repeat. He strained against me, and I watched his face as he reached his climax and released into me.
I loved the power I felt. The fact that I could make his body feel this. It was incredible. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. His glasses sat crooked on his nose, and I reached up to fix them. As I did, he shifted his weight, and a few more bubbles popped. I laughed so hard I snorted.
“Okay, I’m sorry. In hindsight, bubble wrap probably wasn’t the best choice.”
I couldn’t catch my breath. “That’s...ah...oh my gosh, Dante...”
He lifted me up and deposited me onto the bubble wrap.Pop...pop...pop. I melted into a puddle of hysterical laughter as he stood up from the table.
Finally, I took in a deep breath, and the wave of giggles subsided. “That was so freaking funny.”
He stepped into his jeans. “I’m glad you found it so amusing.”
