346 Vacation to Jamaica 5

"Why is he upset?", Liz asked Max. "All the solid balls are pocketed and only the eight ball is left. When he gets that in, they win."

"True. But… our balls are blocking his path to the black one and if he hits ours first, he will commit a foul. He got carried away and he forgot to strategize for his final move. Now he is forced to hit a wall first with the white one, and this is a tricky angle. Unless he does a trick-shot to jump over striped balls, he will be unable to score the winning shot."

"Do you know how to do a trick-shot?", Liz asked Max in a whisper.

"I know a few.", he responded ambiguously. 

Liz thought about how this is fascinating. The pool is not only about geometry and physics, but includes strategizing as well. "We should get a pool table for our home."

Max inhaled sharply and stared at her.

"What?", Liz asked. She was confused by his exaggerated reaction.

"Does that mean that you are considering… us getting OUR home?"

Liz blinked. She didn't think about that, she only wanted to say that getting a pool table would be handy. Other than playing the game, Max can show her how to hold the cue and he would lean above her and… Hehehe… She was grinning while naughty images filled her mind... mostly about Max and her being naked.

Max saw her smile and he took it as a 'yes'. Images of various houses and apartments danced in Max's mind, each with a pool table in it, as the possibility of Liz staying in Seattle solidified, and his mood improved several folds in an instant.

"Are you two playing?", Justin asked teasingly while wondering if those two drank too much. Both Max and Liz had goofy expressions.

Liz was first to recover and she saw Justin gesturing toward the pool table, indicating that they should play.

"Max? … Max!"

Liz's call pulled Max out of his daze.

"Hmm?", he hummed dreamily in response.

"The game. We are in the middle of a game.", Liz reminded him. "I played, so it's your turn. It does not matter if we lose, but we should not forfeit."

Max glanced at the table and then pulled Liz closer and gave her a long lingering kiss.

"We will not lose.", Max said confidently before letting her go and approaching the table.

Liz was slightly dazed from the kiss and she watched Max as he circled the table while his eyes were focused on the balls in front of him.

She didn't breathe as Max leaned over the table and took his aim and with one sharp jab, the striped ball with number 11 on it went straight to the pocket. Five seconds later, the ball with number 12 found it's pocket, and then the one with number 13...

One by one, in order of numbers on them, the balls were pocketed and two minutes later, there was only the black ball with number eight on it.

Max took his aim and turned to look at Liz. He winked at Liz and at the same time his right hand moved and the black ball found its pocket.

"Oh, man…", Devan whined. "Listen, lady… you didn't tell us that he is a pro."

Liz was happy that Max exceeded her expectations, and she also felt guilty that Justin and Devan lost. "He is not a pro… I think."

Max chuckled and draped his arm over Liz's shoulder before talking to Devan: "I am a businessman who plays occasionally."

"Occasionally, yeah, right…", Justin grumbled. "How about a rematch?"

Max glanced at Liz, silently telling her that it's up to her.

"Can you afford your losses?", Liz asked teasingly. "I told you that my man is perfect."

Max grinned. He likes it when Liz is praising him.

"Two out of three!", Devan persisted.

One hour later…

As the games progressed, Liz's skills sharpened.

The mood was good and the bar was getting filled with other patrons.

"I give up." Liz announced and patted her belly. "I can't drink anymore. So, there is no point in playing."

That was their sixth game, and she was still on her third beer. Liz is not much of a beer-drinker and she didn't want to get drunk so as soon as she felt a buzz, she slowed down.

Justin gave her a side-glance. "You come tomorrow for a rematch. Yes?"

Devan hooked his arm around Justin's shoulder. "It's five-one for them. And I'm confident how that one win was a gift from them to leave us with some face."

Devan extended his hand to Max for a handshake. "Playing against you is foolish. I admit defeat."

Justin bobbed his head. "You are right. At first, it was just Max, but three games later, Liz started playing wickedly also."

Liz grinned proudly.

Liz observed that the sun is dipping lower and that the bar was crowded. She concluded that the new patrons are people who are ready for their evening fun.

"If you excuse us…", Max told Justin and Devan while pulling Liz toward the dance area.

Liz was surprised. "Are we dancing? How does one dance to this music?"

She observed several couples who were moving in seductive ways and she was not sure if she can do something like that.

Max's confident smirk told her that he got this and that she only needs to follow. Well, Max is a great dancer.

Max pressed Liz's hips down, so that her legs are slightly bent at the knees, and then his leg got between hers and they started moving.

Liz inhaled sharply. Their upper bodies were tightly stuck, and their crotch areas were side by side, almost touching… and it was like lovemaking. She wondered, how can people dance so seductively in public?

"Not bad… watch these moves…", Justin's voice sounded from the side and Liz noticed that Justin was two steps away, with his dance partner. They moved in a similar way as Liz and Max, but the woman in Justin's arms had her back against Justin's chest. Justin took the woman's hand and twirled her two times before she returned to her original position, stuck to him with her bottom fitting into his crotch area.

Liz yelped when Max twirled her and a second later, she was trapped with Max's back behind hers and his arms in front.

Justin gave a thumbs up to Max and then he focused on his dance partner.

Liz noticed more and more couples joining in, and the dance area became packed. Everyone was squeezing and grinding, and Liz relaxed in Max's embrace, allowing him to set the rhythm.

"Elizabeth…", Max's low voice sounded close to her ear and she knew that it's a lovemaking call. She was aroused as well, but… this is not the place.

Liz swayed her hips and rubbed her bottom on his crotch. She felt his erection, and that made her press on him harder.

Max's grip on her waist intensified and he turned Liz to face him.

Max's lips crashed on hers with urgency and somehow this small bar became hotter than the hottest nightclub in Seattle.

Liz forgot that this is not the place. Her fingers laced into his hair and she returned his kisses ardently.

Max groaned. If not for these pesky people, he would press her down on the floor. Only if they could find privacy… privacy… An image of a small colorful restroom in the back, flashed into his mind and he broke the kiss.

Liz held Max's hand and followed after him without a question, even though she realized that they are not going toward the exit.

Max was pleased that the restroom was not occupied. As soon as the door was locked behind them, he pinned Liz against the wall and pushed her skirt up and two seconds later they both gasped as he made his way inside her. He didn't bother removing her panties, he only slid them to the side.

It was raw and improper, and they knew that not far away numerous people are drinking and dancing, but all that gave them a rush that could be satisfied only by answering the animalistic call that swelled inside them.

Liz gasped and moaned as Max rammed himself inside her repeatedly, increasing his pace with every thrust and she was happy that the loud reggae music covered her cries as violent pulses of electricity from her core lit up rainbows in front of her closed eyes.

Max groaned while trembling in his release, and his head fell on Liz's shoulder as they breathed together.

This… was intense…

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