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“I was right. You are long and thick.” She pulled back to watch his face in the dimming light.

“At least we both know you were thinking about me.”

He let go of his grip and steadied her until she was stable on her feet.

“You’ll let me know if you’re interested.”

“Wait, I have one question. You know all about my history and Lyle told me about his two divorces before he hit thirty during our first phone call. I don’t know anything about you.”

He shifted his weight from one hip to the other. “You mean Lyle hasn’t given you all the facts?”

“No, and I didn’t ask him. I’m asking you.”

“My story is similar to Lyle’s. Divorced by the time I hit thirty. The marriage was great for the first two years, and my ex-wife lasted two years more, waiting for my father to die. She realized I could sell the farmland finally, and she’d get her cut. I didn’t have the cash to buy her out at the time, so I had no choice but to sell it. That’s when I moved down to Miami and started the construction company. After that, I decided marriage wasn’t for me. I am very up front with any woman I date or bed, Farrin. I won’t marry again. One hard lesson was enough.”

“You already know my history. I divorced when my stepsister got pregnant by my husband.” She drew a breath and added, “Now I feel like I got a reprieve. What hurt the most was my mother taking their side, telling me if I’d been a better wife and not so career minded, I might have kept my husband happy and he wouldn’t have gone elsewhere.”

“What a bitch,” he said openly.

“Just another reason to move away and start over. Besides, not running into them constantly, I don’t consider their opinions and feelings any longer. I take care of myself now. I won’t make the mistake of leaning on a man to make me happy. I find I’m much more rational these days.”

“Emotions don’t help make rational decisions on any level.”

Farrin had no verbal answer for him, rather shook her head in acknowledgement. As the night before, he waited until she started her truck before he drove away.

“Well, can two people fuck without emotions?” she asked herself aloud on the drive home. “He might be worth the try.”

* * * *

The next morning, she found herself dressing in a tank top and tan chinos with sandals. Usually, she would slip a shirt over the tank so her nipples wouldn’t show through, today she skipped it.

By nine thirty, the moving men were gone, the pool table installed. She was lining up the balls on the table and set out two cues in an X across the other end of the table when she looked up and saw Van watching her.

“I don’t think it overpowers the space, do you?”

“No, it gives the area a more finished look.”

“Good, then we’re done here. Unless you have any other ideas?” She held his gaze with a straight face while watching him. His smile came lazily to his lips.

“I can think of one thing,” he started and moved to the side of the table. Taking one of the cues, he stood it in the corner. The second, he used to line up a break shot. It was a direct hit, and all the balls scattered on the green felt surface. Several hit the pockets and disappeared. “Do you play?” He continued to play until he missed a bank shot.

“Not very well.” Farrin walked to the corner and took the second cue. She went back and scanned the table top, choosing her shot. It missed the pocket and knocked one of his striped balls closer to the corner. “Well, at least I lined up a shot for you.”

“In more ways than you’d think.” He winked at her and took two more shots, the second missing it’s mark.

Walking around the table, she eyed her next shot and leaned over the table side, stretching to make the hit. As she drew back her arm, Van stepped behind her. His hand on the stick stalled her. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him a questioning look.

Farrin allowed Van to snug up behind her in an attempt to show her a better shot. Hell, who cared about pushing balls into pockets? With his crotch blatantly rubbing against her ass, she had no concentration. His arm came around and moved the cue slightly. His other came around her waist, pulling her tighter against his erection. Even through their clothing, she could feel his hard cock. She didn’t resist the urge to wiggle against him.

“The table is an interesting height,” Van mused.

“Somehow, I think you knew that before today.”

“So did you, but you still laid yourself over the edge. Was that an invitation?”

Farrin let the stick drop to the table top and slowly turned in his arms. Van’s lips were warm and soft, but his kiss was demonstrative. The longer they kissed, the more she found herself writhing against him. Breathless, she pulled from the kiss.

“Just between us, nobody else will know? Not even Lyle?”

“I prefer to keep business and pleasure separate. And I don’t tell Lyle everything.”

“You are a man of few words,” she teased, snaking her hand between their bodies to stroke his cock. “Just because I want you doesn’t mean it’s right. I’m trying to build a future here.” With a resigned sigh, she turned away, using the table to brace her weight.

“Just because you want to work doesn’t mean you can’t play.” His arms came around her a second time. His left hand captured her breast and squeezed lightly. His right dropped down and rubbed her cloth-covered clit.

Farrin closed her eyes and let him continue, wanting the warmth and sparks his touch created. Soon her hips were rotating against his erection. With each hitch of her butt against him, she could feel him pushing forward.

“This has nothing to do with business, just lust.”

“Good, I like lust,” he whispered against her ear, his breath moving loose tendrils of hair against her neck. The shiver that ran through her radiated to him. “You’re hot, Farrin. I can feel the heat pouring from your crotch.”

“Yes,” she managed and used her hands to cover his. She put more pressure on his left, showing him the level of pressure she wanted on her breast. Covering his right, she held him in place, jutting her hips against them, until she found the exact spot that brought her to climax. Breathless, she lightened her touch on him and let her head drop back against his shoulder. “Damn.”

He continued to lightly stroke her pussy and rubbed her hard nipple between his fingers. “Feel better?” he asked. She spun in his arms, ready to fight, and saw the smile on his lips. At that very moment, Farrin gave herself over to Van and the feelings he created within her. She wanted this, there was no reason to deny it.

Chapter Six

“Do you have a condom?” she asked, pumping her hand against him. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and retrieved one from the leather pouch, tossing it on the table top. He held the condom up for her inspection.

Farrin knew this was probably a mistake, but after watching him with Lyle in the office, she was horny and intrigued. Her fingers shook as she lowered his zipper, her hand finding warm skin instead of underwear. A rush of heat ran from her nipples to her pussy, and she dropped to her knees before him. His cock was long and thick, hot and pulsing in her hand. Her lips licked at his tip and then encompassed him to the crown.

Who was she kidding, being demure was long gone. She wasn’t a shy virgin. She wanted to suck him, and she wanted him to fuck her. Farrin sucked his cock deeper and deeper on each pass, fondling his testicles. Soon both her hands were stroking and learning about him. When she had him fully engulfed, Farrin let out a sigh. For the first time, she was enamored with a cock.

In the past, it was what she had to do to get her husband to fuck her. Today, she wanted to be on her knees swallowing Van. And that was when it struck her. She liked to suck his cock, as long as it wasn’t expected. When it was her decision, she enjoyed the process.

His groans prompted her to continue to suck him deeper. Rewarded with his first drops of pre-come, she realized he’d come if she didn’t change the dynamic. What she wanted most was to have him fill her with his cock. Reluctantly, she stood, reaching to take the condom from his hand. Kissing him could be habit forming. She liked the way he sparred with her, not just swallowing half her face the way her ex did. She got a vision of how she’d twist away from his kisses near the end of their marriage, not willing to submit to his face sucking any longer.

The image made her still, and she reinforced to herself this was new, and old habits were gone. She could make this into anything she chose. Her hands shook as she tore open the package. Dropping before him a second time, she didn’t resist the urge to suck him just a bit before rolling the latex covering over him. Farrin stood and wrestled with her pants, pushing them over her hips and down her legs. She kicked off her sandals and turned away from him, resting her weight on the edge of the pool table, presenting her ass to him.

“That’s what I’ve been waiting for.” Van’s voice was light and teasing as his hands roamed over her buttocks and hips. “You have a great ass, Farrin, firm and high. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day we met at the deli and then again at Lyle’s shop.”

“Then do it. Fuck me now. Don’t make me wait any longer.” She reached behind her, her hand grabbing for his hips to guide him to her, but his caught her wrist.

“When I’m ready, I’ll fuck you until we both come. Until then….”

She was disappointed when he still didn’t enter her, until she realized he was dropping behind her. His fingers pinched her ass cheeks and lifted her slightly, leaving her balancing on the edge of the table. The first swipe of his tongue was light against her pussy lips, the second a bit harder. He continued to lick her, making her hotter than she’d known.

Farrin accepted it was the idea of the forbidden man in a forbidden location that added to her lust. But deep inside, she wanted to experience this man, to feel his cock inside her body. She wanted him to make her come, something that hadn’t happened for her in a long time.

Van paused and tugged her pants all the way down her legs and off her, leaving her bared to him, balanced on the ridge of the pool table. Exposed and vulnerable, he lifted her by the hips to rest higher on the table. From this position, his tongue laved her from clit to anus. One of his hands held her tight while the other reached between her spread legs to stroke her clit while his tongue worked her puffy pussy lips. She froze momentarily when he slipped a finger between her pussy lips, and accepted it to her mouth when he offered her to taste her own essence.

Farrin didn’t know how long they continued, only that her body was covered in a light layer of sweat, and it wasn’t from the heat in the room. “Please, Van, I need to feel your cock.” It was a defined statement of need.

“Whatever the lady wishes,” he said, rising behind her. His hands centered on her hips, and he slid his cock deep in her pussy on the first stroke. Farrin let out a gasp as his cock spread her wide, adjusting to his length and girth.

“Oh, God, Van, more please.” He fucked her slow, the ritual of the push-pull making her pussy hotter. “More Van,” she managed, hearing her own voice breathless with want.

“In time, Farrin. Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

“But Van, I need…”

“I think I know what you need. Let me.” His mouth came to the back of her neck, and he sucked a small patch of skin between his lips. “If I’m wrong, next time you take the top.” He stood behind her, his hips against her butt, his cock buried deep within her. With small movements of his hips, he moved inside her.

“Move with me, Farrin,” he whispered, relinquishing his hold on her neck. She took his lead, accepting his instruction, relaxing back and letting him move her at his whim. “That’s it. Just let me fuck you for a while.”

To Farrin, this was the longest sexual encounter she’d ever had. In the past, they’d be long done by now. Van hadn’t even started to pound against her, yet she was wetter than she’d ever known, except for the day she watched him fuck Lyle on the web cam in the office. She chose not to share that with him.

Closing her eyes, she visualized them. Her hips riding the edge of the pool table, Van snuggled up tight to her, his cock buried deep.

“What will make you come, Farrin?”

“Fuck me harder, Van. Don’t be gentle. Fuck me like you mean it, like you want to.” She let one hand leave the table and managed to tug her shirt up, baring her breast, pinching her nipple between her fingers.

“Oh, baby, that’s it. Make me hot. Pinch it harder.”

“Fuck me harder,” she countered. Farrin wasn’t prepared for Van to pull out completely and turn her around. His mouth captured her nipple and sucked. The tug from his lips went directly to her pussy. Her hand dropped to pump his cock, the condom slick from her juices. In an act of emboldened lust, she brought her hand to her lips and licked her fingers as she might his cock.

“Do it again,” Van told her, and she did. This time he captured her hand and covered her breast, licking both at the same time.

“Oh, God, Van, please,” she all but begged.

“All right for now, but next time I get to take my time.” He released her breast and turned her back to lean over the table. His cock slipped in her pussy effortlessly. He held her hips, his fingers biting into her flesh as he pumped in and out of her in a furious pace.

Farrin came crying out a guttural sound she’d never heard before. He held her tight and pumped her only a few times more before she felt him pulse inside her. While he didn’t collapse on top of her, he let some of his weight rest on her back, his fingers releasing her hips.

“Next time on a bed, Farrin. And I get to take my time, licking and sucking you where and how I want.”

“Yes,” was all she could manage.

“Good, then let’s get out of here. Suddenly, I’m hungry.” He slapped her butt lightly, and when she started to rise, he held her in place. “That made my cock hard, Farrin. Turning your ass red will definitely be part of the process.”

“That sounds like a dare,” she struggled to pull her top down over her naked breasts. Her nipples were still hard and protruding through the thin fabric.

“I don’t dare or make idol threats. If we’re in the same mood, we’ll experiment. You’ll let me know when we reach your limits.”

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