Restless Spirits by Shyla Colt

table, bent, and closed one eye, lining up the shot. The crack of the balls as the cue ball sent them into motion made her grin. One stripe and two solids.
    “I’m solids.” She put an extra roll in her hips a she moved on to her next shot. The battle got heated. People gathered to watch them as they carefully lined up shot after shot. In the end, it all came down to the eight ball. Heat infused her body as she bent down and struggled to focus.
    “Eight ball in the right corner pocket.” Her hands shook. She inhaled, exhaling slowly. One final thrust of her pool stick, and the white ball rolled, taking her destiny with her. The black ball shot into the pocket as if it wanted to be home. A cheer rang out in the small crowd gathered around them.
    Pierce pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple. “Good game,” he said.
    “Mhmm. We’ll have drinks. Then you’re mine for the night,” she said. He gave her a squeeze and pushed her away as they shook hands with the crowd.
    A number of shots later, they stepped out of the bar into the cool night. She welcomed the breeze on her flushed skin. Buzzed and excited, she imagined all the sweet torture she’d inflict on his body.
    “You got the devil in your eyes, D.”
    “My thoughts are wicked.” She gave him a slow once-over and leaned against the passenger door when they reached the car. “When do the games begin?”
    “That eager?” he said.
    “Oh yes, my control-loving friend. Are you sure you can handle it? Maybe we should switch the terms.”
    “No.” His nostrils flared, and her nipples puckered.
    “You want it as much as I do.”
    He licked his lips. “I suggested it.” He swallowed. She rose up on her tiptoes and licked the bobbing ball of his Adam’s apple. He growled, and she grinned, resting her hands on his chest.
    “I like the role reversal,” she said, pinching his nipples. He jerked against her. His breathing grew staggered. “You like it, don’t you? Not knowing what’s coming next?” She leaned in and sank her teeth into his pecs.
    “Jesus, Demi.” The moan he released went straight to her core. A fresh flood of liquid dampened her panties.
    “So hot, Pierce. I can’t wait to fuck you.” She let him go and stepped back. “I think it’s time we take this back to the room.”
    “Shit.” He glanced up, exhaled, and opened the passenger door. She stepped up into the vehicle, rubbing her hands together as she thought of all the fun to be had on the fifteen-minute drive. Careful to keep her hands in her lap, she bided her time until they were on the road.
    “Pierce. Do I get total control?” she whispered.
    He swallowed. “Yes.”
    “Keep your eyes on the road and your hands steady.” She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over the console to unbutton his jeans and free his swollen cock.
    “Demi.” His voice cracked.
    “Oh, you did like what I did to you.” She gripped his base and took him in her mouth. Talk’s overrated . His muscles locked as she took him deep and retreated, almost pulling free as she twisted her hand around him. He grew larger, stretching to his full ten-inch glory. His hips moved in time to her rhythm, and she squeezed him harder, earning a throaty moan.
    “Shit, we’re close to the inn.”
    She lifted her head, giving him a few final pumps before she released him and tucked him back into his boxers, carefully adjusting him before she zipped him back up. His knuckles were white where they gripped the steering wheel; his jaw looked made of steel, and his body was stiff as a board. A surge of power filled her. I did that . They went through the motions of exiting the car and returning to their room as if nothing had happened. The hotel door closed behind them, and she flicked on the light and smirked.
    “Strip, baby. I want you in nothing but your boxers.”
    He nodded and swallowed. The nervousness bled into his eyes.
    “It’s just you and me. I won’t push you any further than you’re ready to