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The dinner had gone really well. It was the first time they'd had dinner with her uncle and godfather since she and Kieran had announced their relationship to her family just a couple of months ago. It was always nice to spend time with them, but lately they had been too busy with the move to their new house and especially with work, of course, on Lauren's side, now that she had been promoted to Chief Inspector.
Dakan and Tristan were delighted with Kieran, whom they considered a polite and charming man. All a world away from suspecting that he was once the Purple Hyacinth.
Tristan had already warned Lauren that he would be staying that night with Dakan at his house, so after dessert and a short glass of whisky, during which Tristan gifted the bottle to Kieran, uncle and godfather grabbed their coats, bid them both farewell with a hug and a few suspicious glances, and left in a taxi that was waiting at the door.
When the door closed Lauren slumped against one of the wooden pillars in mental exhaustion.
"Does the lady need me to bring anything to the dining room?"
Lucy interrupted Lauren's long sigh as she broke away from the pillar and headed for the door to the living room.
"No Lucy, it's fine. Finish your duties and go home, it's late. Thank you very much for everything."
As Lauren entered the dining room she bumped into Kieran, who seemed to be heading out into the hall to look for her. She gave him a questioning look.
“Well, I thought we were leaving already," he said doubtfully.
Lauren shook her head softly and put a hand on his chest, drawing him back in.
“Let's stay a little longer. We can sleep here in my bedroom... Remember we only have cardboard boxes and a mattress on the floor at home.” She said with a small laugh, breaking away and approaching the dinner table.
She picked up their two low glasses of whisky and the bottle, gestured with the head towards a small door on the other side of the room and headed that way. Kieran followed her out of curiosity, grabbing the ice bucket from the table as she went. Lauren pushed the door with her back as she had her hands full and he hurried to help her, holding the door and stepping behind her. It was a living room, with wooden walls and dim lighting like the rest of the house. Two small leather sofas sat in front of the fireplace and to her right, right next to two huge windows and in the widest area of the room, was a pool table with everything it needed. Lauren walked over, setting the glasses down on a nearby small table, clearly made for the purpose the detective had given her. Kieran walked over, leaving the ice bucket beside him; he took a single piece of ice and put it in Lauren's glass, who began to fill the glasses again.
“Neat, with one ice.” He said, taking the glass and handing it to her.
“Neat, dry.” She replied, finishing pouring the three or four centimeters of whisky and handing the glass to him.
They smiled at each other, remembering that they actually knew how the other drank whisky long before they established a relationship.
After a first small drink, Kieran walked over to the pool table, patting the green mat.
"Do you know how to play?" Lauren asked, leaning her glass on the edge of the pool table.
"Honey, I grew up in the worst neighborhood, and the dirtiest bars... of course I know how to play pool." He replied, putting on his lips a smile that was equal parts menacing and mischievous.
"No, but do you really know how to play?” She crossed her arms, leaning her hips against the table sideways. She lifted her chin slightly and smiled, challenging.
"Are you going to tell me that Lauren Sinclair is a billiards champion?”
"Well, I wouldn't say champion, but amazingly good." Lauren spoke as she turned and walked to the end of the table.
She bent down, pulled out the triangle, and began to place the balls inside. Kieran watched carefully. The redhead's slender, nimble fingers moved, passing the balls between them, placing two or three, picking one up to rearrange it so they were in the correct order. Striped, solid, striped, solid. Kieran was, for some reason, mesmerized. He was only snapped out of his trance by a tap on the green table, as Lauren picked up the cue ball, set it down on the table and pushed it in his direction.
"Do you think you can beat me?" She extended her hand, reaching for her glass and slowly bringing it to her lips.
"Shall we bet?" He replied, leaning across the table and placing the cue ball on the exact mark.
Lauren responded with a short laugh. Despite how long they had known each other and how long they had been romantically involved, there were things that still surprised her. There would still be many first times.
"All right. If I win... You'll give me one of your drawings. A portrait of me.”
Kieran held back a sarcastic laugh. "If she only knew how many of those I have...".
"I'm fine with that, though it's easy.”
"I don't want to torture you, I'm benevolent.”
"You? "Benevolent? Don't make me laugh, detective.”
"Well, what if you win...?”
"You'll pose for me.”
Lauren stifled a laugh, a little incredulous.
"What?”
"You'll pose for me. But I'll keep that portrait.”
She looked away, thinking for a few seconds, and unconsciously bit her lower lip. Then she turned quickly, picking up two sticks, one shorter than the other, and walked over to him. She handed Kieran the longer cue stick, then held out her right hand.
"Deal.”
That damned dangerous smile appeared on Kieran's lips again; he took a sip from his glass, still looking her in the eyes, set the glass down on the edge of the table, and shook Lauren's hand.
"Shall we get started, partner?”
Lauren smiled back and returned to the opposite side of the table, as Kieran stood directly in front of her. The two descended a little at a time, Kieran placing the stick right in front of the cue ball, Lauren took the triangle with both hands and lifted it very slowly, careful not to move any ball. The blue gaze didn't leave the golden one for a moment. The redhead slowly stood up, putting the triangle away. She picked up her cup again and raised it in his direction.
"Good luck, subordinate." She said before taking a sip.
CLACK.
Kieran broke the triangle formed by the balls strongly, dryly and quickly, sending one of the striped balls into the corner near Lauren. The cue ball stayed close to her as well, and he approached, his cup in one hand, stick in the other, and Lauren only stepped aside to let him pass when he was dangerously close. As he left the area, the detective cleared her throat and walked over to the turntables present on a small table a couple of metres from the pool table, near the comfortable leather sofas. Lauren pulled down the lever and adjusted the volume, playing the smooth rhythm of a jazz record in the background, wonderfully pleasant.
CLACK.
Lauren heard Kieran click his tongue in annoyance, and she returned to the table.
“Frustrating you so soon?” She said, setting down his drink and picking up her cue stick again.
“I don't want to see you bored.” He replied, retrieving his glass.
“Of course…”
Lauren walked over to where the cue ball had been, on the same lateral as Kieran, but on the opposite side. She looked at the position and after a few moments of thought, she leaned over, positioning the stick and her legs. Suddenly she thought about how awkward the position was and before she could control her body, she glanced sideways at Kieran, who was staring unabashedly at her.
“Eyes forward, archivist.” She said, before releasing the hit.
Kieran laughed, hiding his gaze in his glass. "Busted", he thought.
The game continued evenly matched until Kieran managed to put some unexpected spin on his shot and sink two balls at once. Lauren grunted, already being ahead of her by two.
"Are you starting to think it was a mistake, love?" He asked as Lauren came over with the bottle of whisky to refill their glasses. For the second time.
"Wipe that smile off your face." She frowned and raised her hand, brushing her thumb across his chin, nudging his face a little. Quickly, before she could lower her hand, Kieran grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him.
"Sometimes I forget what a sore loser you are." He said, his voice low.
"This isn't over.”
"I hope so." He replied, bringing his free hand to Lauren's that held the bottle, deliberately brushing his fingers all over it.
He released her wrist, opened the bottle, and refilled both glasses. Lauren watched all the action, swallowed her saliva and slowly backed away, heading back to her position to play her turn.
"Don't fall into his trap, Lauren", she thought, as she took her shot, missing by a few millimeters.
"Damn it." She growled.
"Focus, for Gods sake!".
"Relax, sometimes we have to make mistakes to learn lessons." He said mockingly as he undid the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves to his elbow.
"What do you mean?" Lauren asked defiantly, putting her hands on his waist.
"I'm just saying maybe," he rounded the table to approach her again. Lauren thought it was her imagination, but as the night wore on, each time he moved closer to her he did so by narrowing the space more and more, like a predator who seemed to be enjoying himself " this way you'll learn not to challenge me to something where you can't beat me.”
The last part was almost a whisper. Lauren felt the heat rise in her cheeks and a shiver run up the back of her neck. "The whiskey", she thought. She took a slow breath, looking into his eyes.
“Why doesn't he move away?” She looked at him doubtfully.
“You're in my spot, darling.” He said just before he took another sip from his glass, not moving an inch away.
She backed away with a huff and turned around, her back to him so he wouldn't see her face as she played. Lauren snorted as quietly as she could and shifted her legs a little, beginning to feel a warmth and a suspicious sensation between her thighs. "Fuck no. It can't be that easy for him", she thought, "You can't let him dominate you like this."
She returned to the table only to see how Kieran's victory was a hair's breadth away from being absolute. In her mind a fierce struggle between passion and pride was beginning to cause her cheeks to grow increasingly lukewarm. Lauren picked up her glass and took a longer sip, then brought her hand to the collar of her blouse. Apparently she wasn't even able to convince herself, because against all odds, excitement and pride agreed and her fingers unbuttoned the first few buttons of her blouse with a twofold purpose: to feel fresh and breathe again, and to momentarily distract Kieran, which worked perfectly because the brief moment he looked up at her was just enough to see her undo the last of the first buttons as she sipped from her glass and he could see the whisky run down her throat and a cold drop caused by the condensation of the ice inside the glass fell directly onto her newly presented cleavage. Kieran swallowed and tried to get back to his game, so fast and dismayed that he missed a tremendously easy shot. Lauren smiled.
“Shit.” He muttered.
Without thinking he looked at Lauren with a half smile but a frown on his face as he sat up, a look that clearly said "I know what you're doing". She, with the corners of her lips almost imperceptibly raised, raised an eyebrow and cocked her head slightly to one side as she approached his position, responding to him without words with a “two can play at that game”.
It was Lauren's turn again, aiming to strike from the opposite side of the table from where Kieran stood, though no matter how far away she was, the weight of his gaze was like a burning stone on top of Lauren, who felt her breath catch. If she was like a dangerous flame, warming but not burning until it was too late, Kieran and his gaze burned like an icy metal that you touch with your bare hands and it sticks to your skin.
Lauren set her mind to the maximum concentration she could at the moment, though truth be told, about two or three glasses of whisky on the rocks after dinner, what mental control she had left was slim; still, she took a breath and hit the cue ball, getting a clean, dry, hard shot that drove one of her remaining balls right in front of Kieran. She sat up, smiling slyly, Kieran smiled back, shaking his head.
“Smile all you want, love, even if you have another shot left, I'm still beating you by two.”
There were four balls left on the table, two striped from Lauren, one solid from Kieran and the black 8 ball. He was right, unless she managed to basket her remaining two this turn, which was quite tricky, or he messed up by basketing the black ball, Kieran had already won. Lauren grunted as she realized this, looking at the table and analyzing the situation. With pride rising in her throat, making her forget for a moment the heat between her thighs, she moved back to the cue ball, positioned herself and hit one of the stripes, making it go into one of the holes, but leaving the remaining ball in a terrible position if she wanted to win. The redhead sighed in frustration and put a hand to her face, closing her eyes tightly and pinching the bridge of her nose. She heard Kieran's glass against the wood and his footsteps, but what made her open her eyes and pull her hand away was his smell, the scent of whisky, lavender and expensive cologne. He was beside her, unnecessarily close again, smiling at her with his bloody blue gaze.
"It can be done." He said.
"What?" She looked at him blankly.
"It's a tough shot, but it can be done. If you admit defeat, I'll show you how.”
And the stubborn one was her. Lauren lifted her chin proudly.
"Are you afraid I can do it alone and beat you?”
"I'm terrified.” He smirked, waiting for her response "Come on detective, we don't have all night.”
"Or do we...?”
She held his gaze for what seemed like an eternity, debating screaming in her head.
"I know where you want to end up." she thought.
"Alright." Lauren took an exaggerated breath. "You're the winner, Mr. White. Congratulations.”
Lauren raised her hand, because at the distance they were standing she couldn't stretch her arm out too far. Kieran grinned mischievously and shook the detective's hand.
"I never thought I'd live to see this moment. Lauren Sinclair admitting defeat." He squeezed her hand a little tighter.
"Don't make me regret it." She said, narrowing her eyes. Kieran felt losing himself in them, which challenged and tempted him in equal parts.
He shifted his leg uncomfortably, praying to everything in existence that his erection wouldn't go any further and that she wouldn't notice, but for some reason in the universe his arms acted without thinking. He tugged on the hand he was holding, turning Lauren around and placing himself behind her. He grabbed the cue stick of the detective's opposite hand, and positioned himself, forcing her to mimic his position beneath him.
"You must control the direction, so the right hand must be further forward than usual.”
He took her hand and guided her to where he indicated. Lauren was about to lose her mind. He felt her ass against his thights, his lips close to her ear, speaking softly and making all the hairs on her body stand up. She thanked everything in existence that her uncle had left.
"What we're going to do is focus on the angle of the ball.”
Kieran kept trying to explain his theory, but with the scent of honey and cinnamon in Lauren's hair, mixed with the scent of whiskey, her waist against his forearm, it was all too much.
Suddenly they heard the door to the room they were in close.
"Good night, Miss Lauren!”
Lucy's voice was drowned out by the wood, drifting away towards the front door.
Lauren's heart almost skipped a beat, both of them had turned their heads towards the door in surprise, but their position didn't budge at all.
"Good night, Lucy!" Lauren said after clearing her throat, trying to hide how dry her throat was at that very moment and feigning normality.
While Lauren was still staring at the door, Kieran turned his head again, standing a short distance away from Lauren's face. She watched as his gaze traveled from her lips to her eyes slowly. In that instant they were both breathing the same air, the same sensation. Lauren unconsciously licked her lower lip.
"I..." Kieran murmured, but couldn't continue.
Lauren closed the distance, very slowly, and simply brushed her lips against his, waiting for his response. Kieran released the stick on the table, and resting his left hand on the edge, trapping Lauren even more, he brought his right hand to the detective's face, caressing it gently. Lauren closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself be carried away by the touch. After a few seconds she opened her eyes slowly, their lips still brushing, his hand still on her cheek and in one swift movement, Lauren devoured his lips as she spun around and placed one hand on the back of Kieran's neck and the other on his shoulder; her back to the pool table, the edge digging into her ass. Kieran moved his hand from her waist to her lower back to steady her, and the hand that seconds before was caressing her face moved down her neck to her shoulder. Lauren moaned against his lips, and he took advantage of this to explore her mouth with his tongue, as if he needed another sip of whisky. Kieran lowered his hands to her thighs and eased her up onto the edge of the table. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Kieran abandoned her lips to begin to move down her jawline and down her neck. The sound of Lauren's quickened breathing, the way she was sighing deeply only made him push his hips between her legs as he ran his hands down her body, from the nape of her neck to her ass, running the length of her back. He squeezed the side of her thighs, eliciting a small moan from her.
"Is this my prize for winning?" He asked, lips against the skin of her neck.
"Do you want to trade your prize for this?" She lowered her head slightly, meeting his gaze.
"Not a chance. If I can have both, I can't wait for you to pose for me.”
Kieran returned his lips to hers, as if those moments he'd been apart had been an eternity.
"You're a terrible winner." She looked defiantly into his eyes.
Then she brought a hand up, losing it in his hair and tugging at its roots, eliciting a moan that danced between pain and pleasure.
"And you're a terrible loser, love." He lifted a hand, grabbing her wrist of the hand that tugged at his hair, yanking her away.
A tingle ran through Lauren's body, from her core to her chest, and she couldn't help but lunge to devour his lips again. Kieran began to push her down, laying her completely flat on the table, not letting go of her wrist extending her arm above her head, pinning her there. Kieran lifted one leg and climbed up with ease thanks to his height, staying on his knees between the detective's legs. His free hand moved to her neck, then down past her cleavage, lingering on one of her breasts, causing Lauren to take a deep breath, holding back another moan and lifting her hips slightly. Kieran smiled at the response, his lips moving down her neck again as he pulled the bottom of her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt to slip his hand underneath so he could continue to caress her breast above her bra. Lauren ran her free hand down his neck to caress his torso. She would never understand the madness that provoked her caressing his worked muscles.
"Ah-ah." Kieran denied, pulling his hand out from under her blouse to grab the wrist of the hand that was currently enjoying his abs, brought her arm up next to the other, then grabbed both wrists with his right hand, "Losers don't get what they want.”
Lauren with her arms up, completely exposed and trapped, grunted with a frown. Kieran let out a small laugh and reached down again, this time to her left thigh. He forced her knee up, so the skirt slid down to her hip.
"Good girl." He whispered as he caressed her exposed thigh, bringing his hand down to her ass and squeezing it lovingly.
Lauren tried to reach his neck with her lips in vain, she was eager, she needed to devour him, that he wasn't the only one enjoying the touch.
"I want to touch you." She said between sighs.
"Since when?" He looked up into her eyes.
"What?”
"I never asked you, since when do you want to touch me?" He went back down to kissing her jaw. "Because I spent a long…” He licked behind her ear “...long time..." He went a little lower, kissing her neck "...Imagining..." A little nibble, to which she responded with a low moan "...these moments with you.”
Underneath her skirt, he grabbed her waist, caressing her intensely. Lauren was finding it hard to breathe, her crotch felt like it was going to explode. She snorted loudly, trying to compose herself so she could articulate a meaningful sentence.
"I was... conscious shortly after the factory.”
"You did hide it from me very well." His hand went to the center between her legs, and he searched for her with his eyes. As desperate as he was to hear his name on her lips he would never go further if she didn't want him to. She understood at once, and nodded.
"Please..." She begged.
"Wow, what a day of surprises... Detective Sinclair admitting defeat, then devouring my lips, and now begging…”
"Do you think I haven't noticed how you've been staring at me all night...?”
"You caught me, even at dinner with your uncle and your godfather I was completely mesmerized by you."
He reached under her panties and paused almost for a moment when she saw how wet she was. He slid his fingers through the folds, eliciting a choked moan from Lauren.
"Remember when I held your hand at dinner?”
She nodded biting her lip.
"All I could think about was taking your hand and lowering it to my dick so you grab me right there." He heard her breath hitch at his words and at the way he continued to caress all her cunt with his wet fingers.
"Oh, Gods..." He noticed her chest heaving as she tried to breathe normally.
"Lauren, I'm going to let go of your hands." Slowly, very slowly, he slipped his index finger inside her, drawing a sigh from deep in her chest, “but you're going to do everything I tell you to do." A second digit slipped in easily, her sighing beginning to turn into a moan, "Agreed?”
Lauren nodded vigorously as she bit her lower lip.
"Perfect." His ring finger joined the other two inside her pussy as he smiled at the sight before him.
Her red hair spilled all over the green mat, her cheeks burned and her dilated pupils created a hypnotic contrast with her golden eyes. Lips, half open and with little lipstick left, trembled slightly, trying to catch their breath under the relentless pace Kieran had given his fingers. As if magnetized by the image, Kieran leaned in to kiss her again as he released her wrists. Instantly Lauren brought her hands to his neck, his nape, his shoulders, every part of Kieran's body she could reach. Coincidentally at the same moment Lauren began to undo the buttons of his shirt, he curled his fingers inside her, causing her to pull away from his lips suddenly to stifle a moan.
"Spread your legs wider." He commanded. She obeyed instantly.
"K-Kieran..." She felt her throat dry.
"Again." He pushed his fingers even harder.
"Ah- Wh-what?”
"Say it again. My name.”
Lauren managed a smile, and had the audacity to put a hand on the back of his neck, bringing his ear to her lips just as he quickened his pace.
"Ki- Ah! Fuck...! Kieran, please… Please, Kieran, don't stop.”
"I wouldn't dream of it.”
He devoured her neck as Lauren arched her body, reaching her climax with his fingers inside. She clenched her hands, one on the back of his neck, the other on his shoulder, digging her nails in. Kieran hissed, unable to recognise whether it was pain or pleasure. Her orgasm sounded choked as if she was trying to catch her breath to in vain.
As Lauren's back returned to the table, catching her breath, Kieran sat up, kneels between her legs, the dim, yellowish light of the lamp just above and behind him. He brought both hands to the waistband of her skirt and paused for a moment holding her gaze, the detective nodded and lifted her ass a little, allowing him to pull her skirt down with ease and toss it to the floor. Just before he bent down again, Lauren sat up as well, throwing her hands to the missing buttons of his shirt unbuttoning them and sitting down in front of him. Kieran looked down at her hands, losing himself in the moment. With her breath hitching, her hair in disarray and her cum on his fingers, the image reminded him of how painful his erection was beginning to become just as Lauren pulled back his shirt. He reached down catching her lips again as he grabbed the ends of the blouse and pulled it over her head, he wasn't going to waste time with the buttons.
"You're not going to give me a rematch, are you?" She asked against his lips.
"I'll beat you by another point right now, detective.” He bit her lower lip slightly. “Besides, you've agreed to do whatever I tell you to do…”
His hands were caressing her breasts at the moment, but as he spoke, his right hand slowly moved up her collarbone, then her neck, ending at her jaw. Kieran took her chin firmly, forcing her to look up at him.
"Are you going to behave, Sinclair?" He asked, lifting his own chin slightly to offer her a slightly arrogant look.
Lauren replied with a mischievous grin.
"Perhaps…” She whispered as she brought her hands to Kieran's belt, unbuckling it with astonishing speed.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked, but didn't stop her.
"I'm behaving nicely." She smiled and looked down at him through her eyelashes as she continued to work on his trousers.
In the position Kieran was in, on his knees with straight thighs, it was easy for Lauren to pull down his trousers and his underwear at the same time, freeing his hard, ready dick. She bit her lip and one of her hands grasped it, stimulating it slowly.
"Lauren, don't…”
"Sshhh..." She brought the index finger of her other hand to his lips and returned her gaze to his blue eyes. "A prize for the winner.”
Kieran reached up to quickly lick her finger just before she descended and he felt her hot breath on the tip of his cock. Moments later, without warning, she took his entire length into her mouth and Kieran stifled a moan, clenching his fists.
"Fuck…” From his position, the sight of the red hair rising and falling was absolutely incredible.
One of his hands went behind himself, leaning back on the table to keep his composure and causing his body to lean back slightly, allowing Lauren better access to his hard cock that throbbed as her tongue and throat passed along it. Unable to help himself, his free hand went to Lauren's head, brushing her hair away from her face and holding it at the bottom of her head so he could direct her and also see her more clearly. He could feel on his cock as Lauren's mouth vibrated with some moaning.
"Darling, stop it. I'm not going to be able to…”
Lauren let go for just a moment, he could even see a trickle of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his cock.
"Do it. Please, Kieran." She looked into his eyes, "Cum for me.”
He let out a sigh as she swallowed him whole again.
"Yes. Yes, Laur- Go on, please.” He'd never know where he found the will to utter those words so clearly, and even more so when seconds later Lauren increased her pace, pausing only to lick in circles at the tip, tasting his pre cum.
Try as he might, Kieran couldn't stifle the moans, forced out of him, trying to breathe.
"Ah-! Lauren...!”
He tried to push her away but she, noticing how his member throbbed in her mouth, forced herself in the opposite direction and devoured him even more, feeling all of his cum dripping onto her tongue. When he finally let go and sat up the detective had the audacity to rose as she licked her lips and wiped a drop of cum from the corner of her lip.
Kieran gritted his teeth as he caught his breath at the sight, but his self-control failed completely.
"You don't know what you've done," he said, just before he threw himself at her, causing her to let out a small gasp of surprise. He grabbed her waist, devouring her lips hard, tasting his own scent in her mouth.
"Why are you getting angry?" She asked, laughing against his lips. “It was your reward for beating me.”
"Scoundrel…" He kissed her on the lips. "Disobedient…” He bit the line of her jaw. “Stubborn…" He bit her neck. “You won't get away with it…”
With a gesture he unfastened her bra and threw it on the floor next to her skirt and then grabbed one of her breasts with one hand, while he grabbed the other nipple with his lips, bringing his free hand back to her pussy.
"Look at you, you're dripping. I would have fixed this problem for you a lot sooner if you hadn't jumped on my cock like you hadn't eaten for a week.”
She was so wet that he was able to slip four fingers in with no opposition, while his thumb traced circles on her clit. Lauren let out a ragged moan.
"Kieran, please!”
He released her nipple with one last lick.
"And you have the courage to beg me again?" He thrusted his fingers a little harder. "Well, don't say I'm not benevolent." Then curled his fingers inside her. “What do you need, love?”
"I need you..." The words came out as a whisper camouflaged with a moan.
Kieran pushed his fingers in again.
"I can't hear you, darling.”
"You." She said more clearly. “I need to feel you, please.”
"That's more like it.”
He pulled his fingers out, eliciting a whimper from her lips and with tremendous ease placing his hands on her waist brought her to him and turned her around, leaving her completely on all fours, her chest against the green mat of the pool table. Kieran leaned over her, resting the tip of his cock at her entrance. The sensation made Lauren shudder and beg with a moan.
"Is this what you want?" He asked.
"Yes, please!”
He pushed just the tip in.
"So... am I a better pool player than you, Sinclair?”
"You bastard..." Lauren was beginning to be desperate.
"Come on, mon amour, it's not that hard.”
"Shit, yes, you win! Please fuck m-”
Before she could finish the sentence Kieran thrust into her in one motion, eliciting a loud moan from both of them.
Lauren buried her face in her forearms that were resting on the table.
"Oh, gods…”
Kieran tightened his hands around her waist, moving in and out slowly at first, increasing his speed little by little as he slid his hands down to her ass and squeezed her ass cheeks together with a snort. With how sensitive he was from his previous orgasm and how wet and tight Lauren's pussy was, Kieran seriously doubted his control. His rhythm was increasing, to the point where the music still playing on the turntables faded below their moans, the sound of his hips against her ass and the wet noise of his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy, both of them soaking wet.
"K-Kieran..." Lauren managed to articulate between moans, "Kieran I'm going to...!”
"Ah- I know, darling, I can feel it. Cum please, cum on my cock.”
He liked to think that Lauren took it as a direct order because at that instant she let out a scream and thanked everything in existence that they were alone in the house. She contracted around him, but he didn't stop thrusting into her until he reached his own climax again, pulling out of her just in time to spill all of his cum into her ass with a groan, clenching his fingers tightly around her waist.
Lauren dropped onto the table at the same time as him. Kieran lay down beside her, slipping an arm under her neck so that she rested her head on his shoulder. Both of them, trying to catch their breath, looked at each other.
"I'm not going to be able to go back to playing pool with Dakan as we used to on Friday nights.”
Kieran burst out laughing.
"Or... you can invite me to play with you and when we're done and he's gone…”
She smacked him on the chest.
"You're hopeless…”
"Coming from the second-best pool player in Ardhalis, I’ll take that as a compliment.”