A delicious struggle later, Zack wins

From the very early stages of the last game, it became clear to Zack that he would have a really hard time beating Hannah again. He couldn’t concentrate on the game for the life of him, not with her throwing smoldering looks his way every ten seconds.

Despite that, he aimed and actually pocketed a ball, his lips letting out a sigh of relief. Just as he thought to be back on the game, Hannah’s chuckle of delight found its way to his ears.

“Thanks for sinking my ball, Zackie,” She said, briefly running a finger along his arm. “Not that I don’t appreciate you making my job easier, but I always expect more of a challenge from my opponents, you know?”

“Your ball? What the…” Zack stammered before he looked down at the table and found the ball he wanted to strike, untouched. He frowned. ”Gods, how can she mess with my head like that?”

“Focus, Zachary, you won’t want to lose your head now.” Hannah winked at him and then slowly bent over once again to make her move.

Zack had to fight back a groan at that sight. His eyes did an involuntary travel along her fit legs all the way to her firm, round ass, several overwhelming images filling his mind all at once. Hannah moaning as he railed into her from behind in that exact position, Hannah bouncing atop him as he sat on the nearby couch, Hannah staring into his eyes as he laid her down onto the pool table. ”Aaaarghhh!” He closed his eyes as forcefully as he could to stop those visions.

At that moment, Zack came into an obvious realization. Hannah was teasing him, he won a game and now she was provoking him because she didn’t want to lose a second one. Somehow he felt honored that his big sister’s friend thought she had to use her invincible charms to make him lose his concentration.

All that piqued Zack’s curiosity, though. ”How far will she go to stop me from winning?” He asked himself. A sense of anticipation started to dominate him, seeing the older blonde acting all sexy in front of him was a sight Zachary never thought he would witness, not even in a million years.

As he watched Hannah miss her target, Zack vowed to stay strong and focused so he could win the final game. If not for the satisfaction of beating his mentor, then he would win it for the pleasure of seeing what she would do until then. ”Focus, Zachary, focus!”

If Hannah thought the game was in her hands then, she couldn’t have anticipated Zack’s newfound resilience. She noticed with growing frustration that nothing seemed to make his concentration waver, not a shake of her ass, not a suggestive pose, not even holding the cue between her boobs made him forget the game and look at her. ”What the fuck’s going on here?”

However, the truth was that Zack was looking, a brief glance when she wasn’t paying attention was all the younger Bishop allowed himself to have in order to not lose his focus. Soon enough, Hannah’s surprise let him reach her level, both of them with only one ball left to win.

Hannah was in shock with the quick turn of events, and for more than one reason. It was true that she hated losing, especially in pool, but what left the blue-eyed blonde truly bewildered was Zack’s indifference. It intrigued her, how could itsy-bitsy Zackie have turned into this stoic, unwavering opponent out of the blue was the question nagging at her brain. Hannah had never gone through the experience of being ignored by a guy before and, oddly enough, she found herself liking the novelty.

Her grayish-blue eyes unwittingly lowered down Zachary’s body and widened when she saw the big bulge underneath his shorts, a flash of herself atop him, riding that thing flooding her mind and making her more than a bit hotter between her legs. ”Whoa!” She briefly shook her head. ”This is Tay’s little brother, you degenerate, you can tease, not touch.”

Still, she couldn’t help but chuckle as Zack hit the ball, but missed the pocket. She swayed over to him, brushing her hand on his stomach. “Zachary, I thought you knew that you can’t play with two cues.” She said teasingly, raising an eyebrow at him.

“What?” Zack replied in confusion before the double meaning of her sentence reached his brain. ”Oh, man!” His eyes followed Hannah’s butt as she bent over beside him to make her move.

She turned her head just before doing it, their eyes locking with one another. Hannah then winked at him and struck the white ball, hitting the black 8-ball, but missing the pocket as well.

That moment marked a new stage on the game for the blonde and her best friend’s brother, both of them missing their shots on purpose, in order to prolong the feelings running through their bodies at that moment. Hannah reveled on making Zack squirm, the thought of him being Taylor’s brother fading more and more from her mind at every passing minute. On his end, now that he had finally seen the sexy side of Hannah Woodsen directed at him, Zack wanted that moment to never end.

Lingering stares, brushing arms and hands were all that passed between them, though. Zack feared she would just start laughing at him for falling for her teasing, while a small, raspy voice said somewhere within Hannah’s mind that the boy challenging her was her best friend’s little brother.

They’ve traded missed shots back-and-forth until the 8-ball stopped right in front of one the middle pockets and Zack had **** but sink it, effectively ending their little tournament. Both of them stared at the hole with a sense of emptiness filling their hearts.

”Looks like it’s back to the real world now,” Zack thought, certain that he would never see Hannah the way he did during those games again. ”Well, at least I’ll always have the memory.”

Hannah walked over to him with a small smile. “So, you’ve won,” She said as he placed his cue over the table. “Congratulations.”

Zack grinned back. “Thanks, I’ve had a great teacher.”

Hannah’s smiled widened and they stood there beside the pool table, both pairs of blue eyes staring into one another. It was then that she decided to send everything to hell. ”If he makes the move, Taylor won’t be able to get mad at me, will she?”

“Zachary,” She took another step on his direction, their faces now very close to each other. “When we play at college, the winner usually gets a reward, you know?”

Zack gulped at her proximity. “Uhn, does he?”

“Yep,” Hannah replied, using the tip of her right index finger to make circles on his chest. “So, what’ll you want for yours, huh?”