Teach me

I never held a cue right before that afternoon. Frank watched me fumble, chalked the tip, then moved behind me to place my hand where it belonged. His chest warmed my back as he guided the stroke. The white ball kissed the red, but my attention drifted to the weight of him pressed close. One slow lesson became another. He turned me, lips at my ear, and let his hand slip beneath my skirt. I stayed bent over the green felt while his fingers worked deeper, making me wet and restless. When he pulled his cock free I dropped to my knees without being told. I took him in my mouth, tasting salt and heat, and worked my tongue until my lips met his base. Frank groaned, grabbed my hair, and pumped harder. The table edge dug into my thighs when he lifted me onto it, spread me open, and slid inside. Every thrust rocked the balls into motion. Blonde hair clung to my damp cheeks as I stared up at him. He pulled out at the last second, aimed high, and painted my mouth and cheeks with thick, warm ropes. I licked what I could reach, swallowing him while the cue ball rolled to a quiet stop.