Chapter Ten
Channing
I came to the bar often, especially when I wanted to just relax and get away from my everyday life. Most of the regulars knew me as the person that I wanted them to know. They didn’t know the secrets I was hiding, or the person I truly was. And I was glad to see that Kemara could fit into my world. After we were finished eating, we went and finally played that game of pool.
“Now…” she started. “I’m supposed to chalk the stick like this?” she asked. She did it in a sexy way, wiggling her ass as she did.
I laughed. “Baby, if you chalk it like that, we might never get the game started,” I teased.
I thought it was funny that she was so interested in pool and yet it appeared she didn’t know much about it, questioning things such as why we had to determine stripes or solids. I was glad to show her the ropes, but it quickly became painfully obvious she was only hustling me.
After losing the first game in a total blowout, she started to pout. “I don’t think I’ll ever get it,” she said.
I shrugged. “You are doing much better than I did when I first started. You at least got a ball in,” I said.
She laughed. “Well, maybe you should give me some more pointers.”
I smiled. “I’ll do whatever I can to help you out,” I said. “You can break first again and I’ll show you the proper technique.”
“Thank you!”
I racked the balls together and walked around to the end of the table. I placed the cue ball and stood behind her and held her in position. My cock took notice of how close we were together. My body tingled with lust and desire for her. I had to force myself to think. I placed her hands in the correct position and slowly pulled back the stick, in the motion she should use.
“Then let go,” I said.
She hit the cue ball with my assistance. It hit the balls, spreading them wildly across the table and two balls went in, a stripe and a solid. She turned around and I couldn’t hide my surprise.
“Like that?” she asked.
I chuckled, nodding. “Exactly! Now try that again.” I stepped back and watched, as she went for a stripe and easily made it into the corner pocket. She squealed with delight and turned to me. My jaw hung slightly as I watched her go to another one. This time, she banked the ball, so it hit one side, then the next, then hit the ball and went into another corner. I laughed, as the realization came to me. “Um…you didn’t mention that you could go pro.”
She chuckled. “Don’t know about pro, but my dad did teach me when I was six.” She hit another ball in the side pocket, then stood up and looked at me. “I didn’t mention that?”
I shook my head. “You failed to mention that you were hustling me.”
She walked around the table and grabbed onto my chin, then pulled me to her and kissed me square on the lips. “We weren’t playing for money, so technically I just let you beat me the first game. No harm, no foul.” She patted my shoulder, then pushed past me, continuing to wipe the table clean of stripe balls and effortlessly clearing out the eight ball. She leaned against the table and smiled. “Now, is there some other sport you want to show me how to play?” she asked, winking at me.
I chuckled and moved closer to her. “I don’t know if my ego can risk it,” I said.
“Well, if you’re chicken,” she said.
I put my pool stick down and wrapped my hand around the back of her neck. “I’m not chicken of anything. How about a game of darts?” I asked, before latching my lips harder to hers and hearing the soft moan escape her breath.
She nodded. “Darts it is,” she whispered.
This night couldn’t go any better and I was ready to show her my skill in darts, before taking her home and giving her that foot massage.
***
Darts apparently was her game too, because she won three out of the three games. When the third game was over, I shook my head and moved to her. “Seriously? Did your dad teach you darts at six too?” I asked. “I mean, if I didn’t know any better I would say you hung out at dives, since the day you could walk.”
She laughed. “I picked up darts through college. My boyfriend had a drinking problem and I was bored and hung at the darts while he hung at the bar.” I opened my mouth, prepared to tell her how sorry I was, when she laughed. “I’m kidding. I did play darts through college, but it wasn’t because my boyfriend had a drinking problem.” She chuckled and shook her head. “That was way too easy.”
I thought back to how I teased her on our first date that I was in jail and she apparently was getting me back. “You definitely had me going,” I said.
“I know. You should have seen the look on your face.”
I chuckled. “Well, since you beat my ass in pool and darts, you wanna go home and get rewarded the foot massage?” I asked.
She contemplated that. “Well, I was supposed to get the foot massage no matter. So, maybe you should reward me some other way.” She winked at me and I snickered.
“Maybe I should!” I said.
We left the bar and headed back to my truck. The whole way back to her place, I thought of ways that I could reward her. There was the whole thought that maybe the reward could be that we had sex for the first time. I didn’t want to push it and I wasn’t quite sure she was ready to go down that road yet. So, I figured we could just play it by ear and see how things went.
We got her back to her apartment, and I walked her to the door. She unlocked it and we went inside. “Would you like something to drink?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Would you?”
She turned to me and laughed. “Not particularly.”
I grabbed her hand and walked her to the living room couch. When we sat down, she started to lay down to place her legs on mine, but I stopped her. “First things first,” I said. She tilted her head, giving me a quizzical look. “Turn around,” I said. “I have to reward you for whooping my ass in the games,” I said, laughing slightly. “For that…you’ll get a back massage.”
She smiled. “Oh, I love the sound of that.” She turned around.
I grabbed her hair and put it over one shoulder, then started to massage her shoulders. She groaned the minute my hands made contact with her shoulders. I slowly kneaded my hands on them and she let out a moan.
As the back massage went on, her muscles continued to relax. I moved my hands down her back and no words were spoken. I was transfixed in watching her react to the ways I touched her. My hands reached the bottom of her shirt, and I couldn’t control the urge. I slipped my hands up the back of her shirt, gaining a bigger reaction. With my hands buried up her shirt and directly in contact with her flesh, she leaned back.
I smoothly rode my hands up and watched her. The side of her neck was visible to me and literally called out my name, begging me to kiss it. I stared at her. The way that she moved with every press of my hands had me tingling with fiery sensations. I moved in, unable to get rid of the desire that crept up inside of me and started kissing her neck. She released a deep groan, turned and wrapped her arm around my neck, holding me down as my hands rested underneath her shirt. I couldn’t feel a bra strap. She was bare breasted underneath her shirt and that got me even hornier.
She groaned, arching her back and I instinctively wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back to me. “Oh God,” she whimpered, egging me on and causing me to want to go further. Yet, still hesitant to take that next step, I kissed her hard one last time, then kissed her shoulder and reluctantly parted from the embrace.
“I should go,” I whisper.
She turned around and gawked at me. “Do you have to?” she asked.
“Yeah, I really think I should,” I said. I slightly adjusted my hardened cock and hoped it wasn’t visible.
“Um…I didn’t even get a foot massage,” she whined.
I smiled politely. I was kicking myself for ending things so suddenly, however, knowing that it was for the best. “It’s late. I’ll do it next time, I promise,” I said in a low, throaty voice. My desire to be buried inside of Kemara was immense.
She nodded and got off the couch, then followed me to the door. We had only been back to her place for less than ten minutes and the tension between us was clear. She didn’t know why we stopped, but neither did I, other than my head seemed to be louder than my heart.
“Goodnight,” I said, brushing a quick kiss on her lips, then turning around and leaving her apartment before she could stop me. We were almost to that point, I had no doubt, but I had to be extra cautious, even if that was the last thing I wanted to be.