Tattered Love (Needle's Kiss) (5 page)

“Come on, babe. I’ll show you how to play,” he told me while heading toward the vacant table.

I hate how he does that!

I should have been miffed that he assumed I couldn’t play, but instead, I figured I’d go along with it. Little did Mace know that I had played with my father as a kid and more recently, I beat his younger brother at least once every week. Trip, Remy, Teeny and I had a ritual after closing time each Friday. We’d stop at Bob’s to shoot pool, have a few drinks and embrace the weekend. Trip hated losing to me, yet he managed to take it like a man almost every time.

Deciding I could have a lot of fun with this, I walked up real close, leaning past him to grab a cue, and whispered—with practiced innocence and a bat of my eyelashes—“I need a stick-thingy. Wait. We should make a bet, right? That’s what they do on the TV shows.”

He smirked. “Babe, I’m not taking your money. It would be damn cruel to kick a pup while she’s down.” With a small smile, he turned and started racking the balls up. I bit my lip to keep from laughing and concentrated damn hard-on keeping a straight face.

I whined, “But I really wanna bet. Just fifty dollars. C’mon, it’ll be fun, and if I lose, you can buy me drinks with it anyway. C’mon, Mace. Please?”

He looked about to roll his eyes when he muttered, “Alright. But only one game of betting, babe. I’d hate for you to be upset all night.”

Cocky asshole!

It was kinda cute how he thought he could beat me. Call me smug, but I knew I was good. Damn good, actually. I just hoped he wasn't better.

“How do I know which balls are mine though?” I asked, sounding clueless.

“Whoever sinks the first ball gets that set” He pulled me close to where he stood at the table and picked up two balls. “See, this one is smalls, this one is bigs.” Pointing out what I already knew.

Biting my lip with what I hoped came across as a clueless look, I asked, “What does that mean?”

“Stripes and solid, see? There’s a set of each.” He smiled, a cocky look taking over his face.

“Oh I get it! Wait. Who gets to hit the balls first?” I was laying it on thick.

“The pretty lady does.”

“Flattery might just get you to second base. Tell me how to hit them. Do I just poke ‘em with the stick-thing?” I asked, turning my back a little so he wouldn’t see the laugh I was trying to hold down.

He smiled at me and shook his head “No you need to come down here near the white ball and—just come here, I’ll show you”.

I could barely keep the glee off my face as I walked to his end of the pool table. Mace came up behind, molding his hard body to mine. He brushed my hair back and lightly kissed my neck. He muttered, “Here, babe. Hold the cue like this.” He positioned my hand on the pool cue, his large hand encasing my much smaller one. “Rest your hand right here on the table.” His voice got a little quieter.

I pretended to be concentrating on what was happening with the game, but my brain was fully focused on this hard length brushing up against my ass. “And pull the back.” I moved the stick minimally along the side of our bodies, my breath coming out in short bursts as I became more and more turned on. “Yeah, just like that.” Bending over me with slightly parted legs, his hands on the stick with mine, his breath tickling the side of my neck, the smell of his soap and the erection pressed tight to my backside made my panties become moist. My girl bits spasmed at the thought of him bending me over sans clothing and having an audience. I purposely missed the shot by a mile; although, it may have had something to do with his lips as he kissed directly under my ear, and whispered hoarsely, “Gotta say, I like you bent over in front of me like this.”

I briefly forgot we were in public. Closing my eyes, I melted against him. “You smell good.”

And he did. Like musk, something woodsy and all man.

Cool air brushed over me as he moved away to take his shot, leaving me feeling a small sense of loss.

I played the clueless card for the first half of the game, purposely missing shots, and asking stupid questions I already knew the answers to.

And it was so much fun that it was hard not to burst into laughter at times.

Mace helped me out by telling me where to position the cue, and how to line up the balls. “Don’t worry babe, some people just aren’t pool players.” He must have mistaken me biting my lip trying to hold back the laughter as worry.

“You’re a really good teacher though.” I batted my eyelashes and laid on a sickly sweet smile.

“A few more dates and a heap more practice, you’ll be playing like a pro in no time.”

He was getting cocky again

It was time to step up and start playing to win. I wanted to get the hell outta here, preferably somewhere I could get that sexy grey Henley off him and pop the buttons on his black jeans. As he came down to take his shot, I leaned onto the table slightly, exposing my cleavage in a barely fit-for-public showing.

His eyes snapped up, lids becoming heavy. His eyes darkening with desire.

Oh, he saw. He liked it too. Leaning forward a little more, I asked innocently, “You gonna take that shot or stand there all day, honey?”

He grunted and took the shot, missing the ball completely. I figured it was time to make my play. I stepped up to the table and promptly sunk every last one of my balls, smirking as the eight ball went down.

Using the cue to steady himself, he dipped his head. I could see his body shake with silent laughter. I couldn’t help but join in. Lifting his head, I smiled angelically when he met my eyes. I really liked the way his smile changed his whole face. He chuckled, “I just got hustled, huh?”

Laying in my bed with a warm man pressed up against me, I was amazingly content. A broad smile appeared on my face as I recalled the rest of the night’s events leading up to now.

After beating Mace at four games of pool, we spent my fifty dollar winnings on drinks. By the time we’d arrived home, I’d fallen asleep pressed tightly against him in the front cab of his truck. I vaguely remembered him carrying me up stairs to my bed, taking off my shoes and jeans with a muttered, “hot as fuck,” and then the sweet kiss he’d placed on my forehead as he tucked me in. He’d been so warm and comfortable I had asked him not to go, in my slightly inebriated and very sleepy state. At the time, it probably wasn’t a genius thing to do, inviting someone on a first date to stay the night, but right in that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Mace gripped my hip tight as I moved my ass into him. His raspy voice, heavy with sleep came close to my ear, “Morning pretty girl.”

A round of goose bumps spread over my neck. Pushing back again with a slight grind of my hips, I whispered, “You stayed the night?”

“Mmm-hmm, you wouldn't let me go. Figured it was a nice place to be, you tucked up beside me.” He brushed his lips across my right shoulder. I turned my body slightly towards his. His hand shifted down to the back of my leg, hooked behind my knee, only to run it back up the inside of my leg, to the bottom edge of my lace boy short panties. Moving his finger slowly, lazily back and forth just inside the seam, his teasing touch heated my body as the anticipation took over. He lowered his head. Using his teeth, he pulled my tank down to reveal one puckered nipple. He took it in his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue, and softly nibbled against the hard peak. Morning stubble scratched against the soft flesh of my breast causing a ripple of heat to spread through my body. A growl tore up from his throat as his finger found its mark between my dripping folds. His head snapped up, eyes met mine, “Is that a—FUCK! You’re pierced!”

“Yeah, it kinda heightens everything, but, honey, if you flick it hard like that again, I’ll be coming in ten seconds flat,” I answered on a hitched breath as arousal shot through me and another rush of juices made me wetter.

With a naughty smile, he leaned down, nibbled my lower lip and flicked the ring hard. “Oh God,” I cried out against his mouth, my body arching to his hand.

Mace moved quickly, kneeling between my legs. He ripped my panties off in one clean sweep, and looked down at me with heavily-lidded eyes. His chest heaving with breath, he muttered, “Fucking beautiful, so God damn wet, baby. Need to taste you.” With that, his hands went behind my knees. He leaned down and pulled my throbbing, swollen pussy up to his mouth diving his tongue into my slick, wet mound, lapping with a groan that vibrated right through me.

A shudder rolled through me as his tongue moved up to flick over my clit, teeth tugging at the piercing. He drove a long finger deep into my hot core. “Oh fuck,” I hoarsely moaned as the feeling of what was to be one hell of an orgasm built, then nothing.

I propped myself up on crooked elbows. Dropping my shaking legs to either side of his ripped body, I heard the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper.
Thank God
, I thought. My eyes took in the sight before me; his hard, defined pecs, a silver ring in his left nipple, the ink that scattered across his impressive body. Looking up at his incredible size and watching him put on the rubber was incredibly hot.

He pumped his hard length once, twice before looking up with parted lips. In his gravelly voice that I now knew meant he was turned on, he virtually growled, “Sweetest cunt I've ever seen, babe. Gotta get inside it now.” He covered me with half his body, one hand gripped on my hip tight and his left forearm resting on the bed beside my head. He drove his impressive, thick length to the hilt on a long, drawn out groan. A whimper of pure bliss at the full feeling of his hard cock deep inside me, I shifted my hips urging him to move. “Stay still, babe. You’re so tight. You move, it'll be over.”

Hearing him say this turned me on incredibly further. My hands moved of their own volition, scoring his back. “I need you to move, honey. I fucking need it,” I whimpered. Immediately, he pulled almost all the way out and rammed back in. My back arching up from the overwhelming lust, he found his rhythm and pounded in hard and fast, breathing heavy, lips and tongues everywhere. He reached his hand between us and tugged gently on my clit piercing, causing fireworks to go off, my body to spasm and white bursts to erupt behind my eyelids. “Oh God. Oh God, Mace,” I moaned loudly as I came.

“Fuck babe,” he ground out before he seated himself all the way inside. His cock jerked and his eyes rolled back slightly while he held tightly onto my ass and came.

Shuddering as the waves of my orgasm decreased in intensity, we were both naked and breathing like we had ran a marathon. Mace leaned down and kissed me long, wet and slow. Tasting myself on him, my body reacted and I was instantly turned on again. The corners of his mouth tipped up as he mumbled against my mouth, “You're going to break me.” I laughed, a full all-out laugh which in turn made his eyes sparkle and his face go soft.

He leaned over the side of the bed and disposed of the used condom in the waste basket. As he flopped back down next to me, my stomach rumbled. “You want breakfast?”

“Mmm, shower first,” he answered. Jumping up, he threw me over his shoulder and made for the bathroom, me giggling along the way. He sat me on the sink, turned on the shower and came back to stand between my legs. Wrapping them around his waist, he kissed me slowly and lifted me without breaking lip contact, walking into the steaming shower.

Mace had a mouth that could drive any woman crazy. He pulled back, kissing and nibbling my neck, slowly letting my feet touch the floor tiles. He got down on his knees, showering my body with attention as he went, finally making it to my drenched pussy. I stood my back against the tiles squirming, waiting for the sweet contact of his talented tongue. He lifted one leg and draped it over his shoulder, allowing him access to slowly nibble a path along my inner thigh from knee to pussy.

My head fell back against the tiled wall gasping for breath. My chest rising and falling fast, I was growing impatient. Just as his warm breath blew across my clit, he dropped my leg down and moved back slightly. “What the fuck! Noooo! Where are you going? I need that back, come back here.” I couldn’t even move forward to pull his head back to me. All the time, the ass was shaking with silent laughter. “Mace!” I stomped my foot. Yes, I stomped my foot but he was really good at that tongue-thing.

“Hold on, babe. I’ll get back there.” He stood with a soapy loofah in his hand and a wicked glint in his eye as he pinned me to the wall with his hips, his cock jerking against my stomach. The loofah made contact with one sensitive nipple as he made slow circles with it against my skin.

“Oh,” I sucked in a breath, “carry on then.” Mace chuckled and dropped his other hand down between us, flicking my clit ring as his mouth dropped to my other breast biting down, gently ripping a gasp from my lips.
Damn, what was I protesting about again?
I moved my hands from his shoulders up to his head, pulling him up and kissing him long and hard.

He dropped the loofah and braced his hands against the wall. “Want your mouth on me, babe.” His dirty mouth and the feel of his hard thick cock pressing against me, caused me to moan. “On your knees, baby.” Mace stepped back as I moved my feet, when all of a sudden, I slipped on the soapy floor, falling forward, hands coming down to brace myself. Right when my hands should have made contact with the floor, I was poked in the eye by a long hard dick. “Shit!” Mace swore. “You okay?”

I couldn’t answer him. I was rolling around on the floor of the shower, one hand to my assaulted eye and laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. I looked up to see Mace looking shocked before he burst out laughing, sliding down the wall to a sitting position. After a few moments, we calmed ourselves and he reached over cupping my face. “Any permanent damage?”

I smiled up at him. “I think I’ll survive.” I leaned down not wanting to waste such an impressive hard-on. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked hard and deep, hitting the back of my throat. Making him groan, he gripped my hair in his hands as his head fell back against the tiles. As I pulled back to do it again, my phone sounded from the bedroom; the loud ringtone playing out, “I just can’t wait to be king” from my favorite kid’s movie
The Lion
King
. “Fuck me,” I murmured, Mace’s body shaking with laughter once again. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry.

Worst shower sex ever!

By the time we were done with our shower, which ended up cold by the time we’d finished washing each other and screwing in the bathroom, we got dressed and had breakfast; it was close to one in the afternoon.

Standing in the kitchen sipping coffee, it was time to do the awkward, “that was fun but—” moment. I reached past Mace, who was leaning on the counter, to grab my keys,

“I gotta get to the shop. You still comin’ in to have more work done tomorrow?”

He pulled me over to him so I was standing chest-to-chest, and before I could say anything further, he nabbed my keys and started walking out the front door.

I looked down to the hand my keys had been in and followed out after him, determined to let him know we’d had fun but that was all it was. I wasn’t out for a relationship; the last one I’d had ended badly. Hell, the whole relationship was a disaster, one I intended not to repeat.

Once at my car, he put the keys in the ignition and started my baby up. I opened my mouth to tell him I was perfectly capable of starting my own damn car when he held his hand up silently, telling me to shut it. That pissed me way the hell off. “What the fuck, Mace. I can start my own God damn car. You don’t get to—”

Mace grabbed me by the waist, hauled me against his body and pressed his mouth hard against mine. His tongue slipped in which effectively stopped my rant. I wanted to keep being pissy. I really did, but the man had a magic mouth. To this, my six out-of-this-world orgasms and I could testify.

He pulled back slightly, pecked me one more time while I breathlessly tried to get my wits about me, and whispered, “Was listenin’ to the engine, babe. Fuel and air mixture on the carbie needs adjusting. Heard it yesterday.”

“I knew that,” I whispered, a little dumbfounded that he’d picked it up. All other thoughts fleeting my head in that moment

“Lunch at Ma’s on Sunday? I’ll be firing up the grill; pick you at eleven, yeah?” he told me in a rough voice. “Later, babe. Got shit to do.” He kissed me one last time. Before I could get a word out, he walked off, jumped in his truck and was gone. Leaving me flustered, I stared after him like a moron.

I was dumbfounded. It didn’t go at all like I planned. I looked around, still slightly confused, before snapping back to reality and dropping into the driver’s seat.

Cocky asshole!