“I want you inside me, fast and hard.” She all but pleaded before she grabbed his head with her hands. She looked into his eyes, demanding he take her just as she said.
His eyes never left hers and she watched him withdraw his finger from inside her and dip his fingertip into his mouth, treating himself to a taste. He closed his eyes as if to tell her was savoring her flavor. When his eyes opened, she moaned slightly, watching him was doing crazy things to her insides. He winked at her as he shuffled her thong down her legs.
Cara thought she should be worried if someone came in and found them like this, especially Rudy. He had only left a little while ago, what if he forgot something? She would bet her weeks’ pay that he’d take back all the nice things he had said before he left, if he saw the town’s favorite bad ass and his number one bartender making use of his pool table. For some reason, though, the thought of anyone walking in on them didn’t bother her as much as not having Jake at that exact moment. To hell with thinking, she spread her legs and he stepped between them. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him her ‘fuck me’ eyes, knowing very well when she looked at him like that, he’d lose control.
Biting back a curse, Jake drove his hard dick into her quivering pussy. Her ass was spread against the felt of the pool table as she willingly widened her legs further to accommodate him. She tilted her body back and his hands took her hips hostage, working them to the rhythm of his thrusts. Cara’s head flew back, her hair cascading across the pool table, she felt sexy and completely in the moment. She gripped Jake’s shoulders for leverage, her nails biting at his skin, urging him to pick up his pace, to charge into her harder.
Her release hit her just as hard as he took her, and her body began to move rapidly against him, and together they drove her orgasm home. Her legs tightened around him as if to hold him still, as she came. In her state of euphoria she could feel him unleash his restraint and let himself join her. He slammed his cock deep inside her and she heard him let out a strangled moan as he buried his face between her breasts.
Cara took the sight of them in, rubbing her hands down his back as she chuckled. “I swear I will never look at this pool table the same.”
Panting he pulled back and drew out a deep breath. He smiled as he dislodged himself from her and bent to pick up his pants. He pulled them up his legs and tucked his semi swollen cock into his boxers. He drew the zipper up on his jeans but left the button undone. He reached over her and grabbed her shirt.
“You’ve ruined any shot of me winning a game of pool in this place.” He smiled as he helped her with her shirt.
She hopped off the table and straightened her skirt before frowning. No way in hell was he going to let her on his bike with her bare legs. Then she remembered she had a pair of jeans in the locker in Rudy’s office. “I have a change of clothes in the back. Still want to go for that ride?” She said as she worked on closing the buttons of her shirt.
Jake stepped towards her and took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together before he dipped his head and kissed her gently. “Go change, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” It was more of a promise than a simple statement. She smiled widely at him.
“I’ll go anywhere with you.” She gave his lips another quick peck. “I’ll be right back.” He nodded and she scurried off to change her clothes. She laughed at herself, for being worried things would change between them.
Chapter Thirteen
It was one thing to see the nerves set in before you brought the needle to their skin, after all, they don’t usually know how good you are until you’re finished tattooing them. You can draw anything on a piece of paper but it’s different when it’s brought to life on your skin. Jake knew Pete was a great tattoo artist, knew he was capable of pretty much anything, but he couldn’t shake his nerves as he watched him assess the latest piece of art, Jake wanted to adorn, he knew now how his clients felt when they first laid eyes on him. He’d do it himself if he could, there was no room for error. He wanted every line and every curve to be perfect, the details are what made it art. Pete glanced up at him from the paper he was holding and smiled.
“When do you want to do it?” He asked.
“You sure you can do it?” Jake asked, and hated that he did. He didn’t want Pete to think he didn’t appreciate his talent. He rolled his eyes at himself. “I know you can do it, it’s just. It’s important to me, I need to hear it.”