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Dave easily sunk the nine into the corner pocket. Aaron huffed, but hid most of his dissatisfaction. Despite his annoyance at losing, Dave could tell the game was helping him loosen up. No case was easy, but he knew ones involving children hit Aaron a little too close to home. That’s why he had invited Aaron and Emily to his place, with promises of nightcaps, and eventually talked Aaron into a good natured game of pool.
The man of the hour leaned against the table, twirling his cue in front of him. The tie and jacket had been lost as soon as they made it through the door, though Dave wasn’t entirely sure if that was Aaron’s plan or Emily's. After the second drink, Aaron had undone the top two buttons of his shirt.
To Dave’s chagrin, Emily sat nearby, observing the game. She had eyes like a hawk, but more importantly she was wearing the gray pinstripe slacks that had to have been custom made to hug her frame – she had apparently planned on Dave’s invitation before he decided to make it. “You know,” she said as Aaron lined up his next shot and sank the thirteen. “I’ve been thinking.”
“That’s never good,” Dave said with a smirk as he leaned over the table, resting the cue on his knuckles.
“I think men only invented pool so they could watch each other bend over a table.”
Dave heard Aaron choke on his drink as he scratched, barely avoiding tearing the green felt. “What?” he asked, incredulous.
“You heard me,” Emily said coyly. “Don’t act like you two haven’t been checking each other out.”
“Oh, because your focus hasn’t drifted from the game?” Aaron challenged.
Emily held up her hands defensively. “I’m not saying I blame you, I just think it’s funny that you had to go invent a game so you could do it.”
Rossi looked her up and down as Aaron lined up. “Don’t you think if the point of the game was to oogle your opponent bent over a table, more women would be invited to play?”
“Why didn’t you invite me?” Emily asked, hopping up from her seat and rounding the table. Just as Dave drew back, he felt her hand grab his ass. He startled, sending the cue ball ricocheting across the table.
“Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing,” he grumbled as Aaron chuckled, deftly sinking a ball and setting up his next shot.
“I’m just saying,” Emily purred as she leaned into his side and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I get the appeal.”
“Do you know how to play?” Aaron asked as his three bounced off of the left pocket’s knuckle.
“No,” she admitted.
“Here,” Dave said as he handed her the cue.
“I think I’ll pass.” She laughed as she tried to hand it back to him.
Dave merely shook his head. “I’m already down – you can’t make it worse.”
Emily rolled her eyes. “Thanks for the confidence.”
“Aim for the eleven,” Dave said, pointing the ball out to her. “Try to put it in the left corner pocket.”
He took the stick off of her and rested it in the junction of thumb and forefinger, sliding it easily in and out towards the cue ball. “Like this.”
Dave watched closely as Emily tried to replicate the action and sent the cue ball off course and into the pocket. She grimaced as she handed him the cue. “I take it that doesn’t get you any extra points?”
Aaron laughed. “No, not really how it works.”
“And you thought I couldn’t make it worse,” she huffed.
Aaron shrugged. “He’s come back from bigger losses.”
“He wins a lot?” Emily asked.
Dave grinned at her. “Did you expect any less?”
“I suppose not,” she said as he pulled her into a kiss and cupped her ass with his hand. She gasped into his mouth and he smirked down at her as he took his next shot.
“You guys don’t play with wagers?” she asked as they returned to the game.
“Who’s to say we aren’t right now?” Aaron asked.
“Are you?”
“Winner tops,” Aaron said plainly as he sunk the three. Dave huffed at Aaron’s wide smirk as he immediately sunk the five.
She smirked at Dave. “And you let me set you behind?”
“I don’t remember letting you,” Dave countered, “I remember you just taking it upon yourself to accost me.”
Emily gaped at him for a moment before she managed to regain her composure. “Accost? Please – you’re half-hard in your jeans,” she protested.
Dave decided that he didn’t have a retort, so he quietly took his turn, easily sinking two balls before missing one by a hair.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Emily said after a moment, “the loser can have me…while the winner has them.”
Dave’s eyebrows shot up as Aaron scratched at her announcement. “It’s not necessary – our wager is a fairly win-win situation,” Dave offered.
“Oh come on, it’s probably the only way you’ll get me bent over this table.”
Dave glanced up at Aaron who gave a near imperceptible nod. Dave watched as, with a smirk, Aaron changed his angle and cleanly sunk the eightball. Dave laughed as he racked his cue and reached out for Dave’s.
Emily stared between them and the table. “Did you just throw the game?”
Aaron shrugged as he pulled her into a heated kiss. “I was getting bored,” he said as they parted. “I was thinking of throwing it before you made your offer, honestly.”
Emily laughed as she unfastened his belt and pants before sliding her hand into his boxers. Dave kept his eyes on them, and one hand on the bulge in his pants, as he tidied the glasses and reset the table.
As he headed for the doorway, Emily asked breathily, “Where are you going?”
“To the bedroom, unless you have lube down here?”
“In - ah - in my bag, with the, in the toiletries,” Aaron gasped as his fingers tangled in Emily’s hair
Dave could hardly contain his surprise as he rifled through Aaron’s bag. He found a packet of tissues and grabbed them as well. Dave heard Emily ask, “You keep lube in your go bag?”
“It’s just… yes, but we don’t –”
“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Dave said as he took up his position behind Aaron and squeezed a dollop of lube onto his fingers. As he tentatively slid his index finger in to the first knuckle, he watched Emily bob her head and up down Aaron’s length. She let a hand slide down her body and into her slacks. Dave was a little annoyed that she hadn’t just removed them, but from her breathy sighs and the position, he knew well what she was doing.
Aaron thrust backwards onto Dave’s finger, stirring him to resume his ministrations. As he began pumping it in and out, Aaron moaned and braced himself against the table with an outstretched hand. Once Dave was satisfied with the easy glide, he pressed in with a second finger and almost immediately crooked them inside of Aaron.
His hips bucked, gagging Emily, and his breathing became labored. Dave smirked as he began pressing kisses and gentle nips up the column of Aaron’s throat, careful not to leave any marks. When there were entire weekends set aside for the three of them, Dave loved laying his claim to them, but tomorrow Aaron would pick Jack up from Jess’s and he was certain that he wouldn’t want to explain any of what they were doing to his ex sister-in-law.
Emily pulled off of Aaron and finally drew her pants down her legs before bending over and bracing her arms on the pool table.
He waited as Aaron slid in to Emily and thrust a few times before he spread his legs a little farther apart, framing Emily’s feet with his own. Dave stepped up behind him and lubed his cock before sliding in. Aaron groaned and leaned over Emily.
Dave had never been one to lie to himself and, while this was much hotter than it had ever looked in a porno, it wasn’t nearly as easy as they made it seem; it took them a few minutes to adjust weights and angles.
Finally, Aaron moved, thrusting into Emily before pressing himself back onto Dave’s cock. Emily gasped and babbled, “Yes, yes, more.”
Pretty soon, they found their rhythm, and the sounds were wicked and hedonistic.
Dave gripped Aarons hips hard enough to bruise as he thrust into him, in turn pressing Emily into the table. He pressed into Aaron and nipped the crest of his ear, eliciting a moan from the taller man. “I want you to reach around and give Em a hand getting off.”
Aaron obliged, reaching a hand in between her thighs, pulling a whine and a string of curses out of Emily. Dave picked up his pace even as he lost his rhythm, pressing gasps and moans out of Aaron. Dave groaned as he came and pulled Aaron against him. Emily thrust back, clearly close herself.
Dave watched as Aaron pounded Emily, pulling her up off the table with a hand tangled in her hair and kissing along her neck and shoulders. It didn’t take Aaron or Emily very long to climax.
Dave drank them both in like the finest wine in the world. Tomorrow, they’d go back to their lives, to never ending to-do lists, but tonight they belonged only to each other. As Emily stood up, he noticed the scratch marks in the felt and made a mental note to call a refelter.