Page 37 of Agency
On rubbery legs, I went over to the table and began to line up my shot.
Candice, on the other hand, went over to Jericho, lightly touched his bicep as she planted the butt of her cue on the floor beside her. Jericho jerked a little at the sudden presence of her hand, but didn’t recoil. “Hey,” she said. “It’s okay. I’m having fun with you two. You’re still having fun with me, right?”
They weren’t exactly a mismatched couple, either, and his light brown hair and tan offset her red hair and pale skin well. Somehow, he didn’t even tower over her either, despite the height difference of nearly a head.
“What?” he asked in a tone that said he’d have bitten the word in two if able. But, then she was like oil over Jericho’s troubled waters, and he let out a long sigh as he looked into her eyes. “Sorry,” he said with a shake of his head. “I’m just competitive sometimes, that’s all.”
Damn. Hadn’t seen that in a while. Morgan and I, both, could eventually calm Jericho down, but soothing the savage beast always took some work. Whatever Candice had, though, was like magic.
“Well,” she began with a grin as I drew back my cue, “maybe you should learn to only be competitive in things you’re good at? Besides, it’s not like I didn’t go into this knowing you’d suck.”
Jericho barked out a laugh. “Fine. Yeah, I guess you’re right. I mean, we’re not actually playing for anything.”
“Only the thrill of victory,” she replied. “But that’s not the only kind of thrill out there. Thrills are cheap and easy to get.”
I took my shot, then, sunk my sixth solid. The cue ball rolled into perfect position, just like I’d planned, putting the ivory sphere as one corner of a triangle made up with the eight and three. Just this one more into the side pocket with a bit of reverse English, and then I’d be lined up with the eight for an easy shot into the far corner.
“Yeah?” my boss asked just as I glanced up from the table. He was so enraptured by Candice, he hadn’t even flinched when I sunk my ball. No surprise there, either, what with the way Candice was pressing up against his side. Jericho’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Goddamn, the way she pressed into him, too. I could imagine every curve of her, baggy clothes or not, from the way she molded to him. A handful, or two, of her would be the perfect way to cap off the evening, and I found my mouth practically watering more and more the longer I checked out the swell of her hips and the thickness of her thighs and ass.
“I know I’m right,” she said, eyes flickering over his face with that same hunger I’d felt while we’d been nearly whispering back and forth. “Games are games, and it’s not like we’re playing for keeps…”
“No,” he said, smiling a little. “No, I guess we’re not.”
If I’d thought my wobbling legs were bad, before, I hadn’t felt nothing yet. Because, now, I could feel all that migratory blood throbbing in my cock as I watched the two of them.
She’d lifted her face to his, and he’d leaned in closer. Not like he was going in to kiss her, or anything, but still with such intense intimacy I could feel the energy of their proximity all the way over at the table.
Candice cast a lingering glance in my direction, even as she went from simply dragging fingers over Jericho’s bicep, to actually massaging. Hand on my boss’s arm and her thumb rubbing over his darkly tanned skin, her eyes went to mine. So intense and hungry were those pale blue eyes, my cock seemed to throb in response to the rhythmic stroking she was giving my boss.
Immediately, images and thoughts flooded my mind’s eye. Images of what Candice might look like with her baggy, over-sized hoodie unzipped and thrown open. Thoughts of how the supple flesh of her neck or chest might taste as I made my way down to her previously concealed breasts. How her gaze might lock with mine from down on her knees. How her cheeks might suck in, then puff out a little, while I held her hair back and she bobbed on, first, my cock. Then my boss’s cock. How she’d feel cumming with her damp sex clamping down on my hard cock, and her moans gagging and choked as she took more of Jericho.
I swore, in that moment she could sense how hard and ready I was as she glanced back to my boss, whose eyes hadn’t left her face for one second.
“Not yet, anyways,” she continued, tips of her nails tracing up and down his bicep as she pressed closer into his side. “That comes later.”
“Sure you still want me on your team after this shit show?” Jericho asked. “Clearly, I’m not the best pool player.”
“Who said I was talking about pool?” she said, her voice low and sultry but still so wonderfully audible, as she moved her hand from his bicep to his cheek, and began to stroke. Their eyes lingered on each other’s for a moment before doing the telltale shift to the other person’s lips.
Up on tiptoes she went, and down came his mouth. Eyes closing, their lips pressed together. Her hand tightened on her pool cue, and his, went into her flaming red hair. Her mouth opened to him, and their tongues swirled and flicked as they embraced and kissed more deeply.
And my cock just got harder and harder, pulsed and throbbed to the beat of my heart as Jericho’s lips left Candice’s and his mouth moved to her ear, hiding his face.
Biting her lip, she closed her eyes as my boss’s hand left her hair and began to slide down her flank.
God. Damn. I wanted to be him right then. Wanted to be the one sliding a hand over her body for the first time. Wanted to be the one kissing her neck, and breathing deep of the musky, smoky, erotic fragrance dappling her skin.
I swallowed hard as, eyes still closed, Candice’s teeth released her lips, and a low moan that was just barely audible over the bar noise escaped her mouth. She looked like she was off in her own little world, simply enjoying her first kiss with a new lover.
A thought popped into my head, then. That maybe she was just fucking with me, to try and get me to throw the game. That maybe this was just a show, and that she secretly was as competitive as Jericho, and that she’d doing anything to win.
Trying to focus on the game, I straightened up and went catty-corner of where I’d been. Bending over, I began to line everything up. As I did, though, my eyes and ears kept drifting back to their ongoing conversation.
But then my boss’s hand slid up and over her chest till he found her jawline. With Jericho still kissing her neck, she opened her eyes as he turned her, seemingly with purpose, towards me. Crystal-blue eyes locked on mine, drilling so deep into my soul and body that they might as well have been her hand reaching down the front of my pants.
Fuck me, I could see the want there.
