Games within games

That afternoon they shot pool at the recreation room in his apartment building. It wasn't the first time; she liked to play and was fairly skilled, the result of playing against her brothers she claimed. The room was little used, and they had it to themselves as usual.

She wore tight jeans and heels and a white t-shirt, looking delectable as she bent over to make shots. Michael smiled, enjoying the look of her, relishing her company.

She scratched a shot, clicking her tongue in irritation and he chuckled. She glared at him and scrunched up her face. "You could do better I suppose?"

"I'm not the one who missed the easy shot."

"Why don't you show me how it's done? After all, I'm must a poor little girl who hardly knows how to play." She grinned sardonically. He smiled, moving behind her and making a show of guiding her hands through a shot. She giggled, squirmed her ass against his crotch and gave him an arch look.

"This is the cue you're better with," she said softly, pushing and wriggling again.

"And this is the game you're so good at," he murmured in her ear, making her shudder.

"But I can always learn more. I'm a very willing student."

Her rubbed her ass and she arched her back, tilting her head for a kiss, soft and wet and caressing. One hand found her breast, squeezing and fondling, forcing a gasp from her.

"Oh dear, what have I started," she giggled. He felt around the front of her jeans, unbuttoning them, pulling the zipper down. "Mmmmmm, that's so wicked," she breathed as he tugged her jeans down to her knees. "What if someone comes?"

"Someone's going to. Two someones," he told her as he pushed his hand between her legs, probing her, feeling her slick moisture. She rocked her hips, moaning through a bitten lip, rubbing herself against him. He reached under her shirt, pushing her bra above her breasts, squeezing and kneading them.

"Hurry and take me," she moaned. "I want your cock."

He freed himself, hard and eager for her. Pushing himself forward, sliding into her wet and grasping cunt, possessing her with a groan that she echoed, tossing her head and slapping the table, knocking a ball aside.

"Oh God, fuck me hard, fuck me very hard!" she cried. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her hair back as he thrust into her, pushing her against the table, impaling her. "Pull my fucking hair! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck don't stop don't stop don't stop I'll die if you stop, Oh My Fucking God!" she screamed. He rose to his toes as he thrust deep into her, lifting her off the floor as she came, and his own pulsing orgasm started, his cock pumping hot spunk into her, as the two of them groaned their delight to the empty room.