It’s really not about you…honest!

‘All the characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all the incidents are pure invention.’ Standard disclaimer in many novels.

 

Since Playing For Keeps was published, I’ve had a few comments from people regarding who I’ve based my characters on. Some people are rather worried, or flattered, or perhaps frantically Googling ‘how to obtain a restraining order’. Conversely, some are upset that there doesn’t appear to be anyone based on them.

Don’t worry, it’s not about any of you. Really isn’t.

It can’t be, you see. As in the quote at the top, writers have to invent characters, places and scenarios. Otherwise we’d be biographers. I’d be lying if I said every smallest thing was fictional, but no character is truly a written representation of one real-life person.

It turns out some of them are unfortunately similar to real-life people. Some of them aren’t. That’s what happens. There are coincidences, which make me cringe and/or giggle when realised.

So, where did I find inspiration?

Ideas come from the internet, general life including attending local club rugby matches and going out for drinks with friends, plus some people-watching. Anywhere, in fact.

For the names of the characters in Playing for Keeps, at a London Scottish match I had a glance at the hospitality table plan. There were plenty of Celtic names there, so I wrote them down and later mixed and matched a few together. For any further names, I took a team sheet from another team and added a list of the most common first names. (I still have those lists somewhere, but I think the only one not used is ‘Fiona’. )

In PFK, and in PA, I also had to make sure some names were relatively commonplace, to fit into aspects of the plots.

It does help me keep focus to be able to ‘see’ my characters when I’m writing, so I’ve also started some boards on Pinterest, like this one for PFK. Are Tom and Sarah how you imagined?

So, that’s about it. Sorry to disappoint anyone.

Sex and cycling

‘Astonishingly, for a study commissioned to promote a bike show, cycling came out on top. In all, 36% of the women asked found men who cycle attractive, against 17% for football and 14% for rugby. If we believe the findings, the words women tended to associate with cyclists were the likes of “kind” and “intelligent”, as against “aggressive” and “selfish” for football lovers.’ Sexy cyclists: Hands up who fancies men with shaved legs?

 

So, for the previous two weekends, I have managed to combine my loves of rugby and cycling. I rarely go anywhere without my bike, so going for a ride and catching a game afterwards is great, if I have enough layers to keep warm.

As a rugby supporter, I can watch a game and appreciate the skill and effort, but as a woman I can also appreciate how hot some of the players are. There’s nothing like a lovely, fit, muscular body covered in tight-fitting kit, sweat and mud. (Unless they’re over ten years younger than me, in which case that would be a bit…squick.)

Not just the obvious too, there’s more to it than thighs, arse and chest. There’s the forearms, for example. I was talking to someone the other day and his forearms were just…lovely. Strong, nice wrists, light dusting of hair, a couple of scars, very hot…

*sighs wistfully*

Where was I? Oh yes, that brings me on to cycling.

Tight kit? Check.

Fit bodies? Check.

So, why don’t I find male cyclists as sexy as I find rugby players?

Simply, cycling isn’t that sexy. As mentioned in A Wheelie Good Time, ‘cycling fifty-odd miles in the blazing summer sun meant nobody was particularly fragrant or fresh-looking by cake and coffee time’. Or pub time, if you’re with a good crowd.

So, rugby players get sweaty too but that’s hot? What is it then? What’s the difference?

I think, for me personally, it’s the lack of upper body bulk. Simple as that. I’ve always felt well-built, my hormones want a man who is physically bigger than me. I have never fancied the slimmer or slight man. Cyclists in the main have absolutely no upper body bulk, and if they’re serious about putting the miles in, turn sideways and you’ll miss ’em. ‘Skeletal’ would be an understatement.

It’s not the kit thing. Really not. (Even though bib shorts are one of the most ridiculous-looking garments ever and paired with a cycling tan – brown arms with sharp tan line halfway down skinny bicep, rest of torso blindingly white.)

Bib shorts – here’s an example.

And the torso – “I’d like to thank all my teammates on Team Nipples-Pasty White Chest”

Oh, and there’s the shaved legs too. Call me picky but I find it rather disconcerting when a man has smoother legs than I do, despite how muscular those legs may be. I do wonder how far they’ve taken the shaving though. Mid thigh? Top of thigh? All the way? Is that really the type of thing you want to discover in bed?

(Btw, we know how ridiculous the full-kit outfit may look to others. Deal with it. We do.)

Some of the language is ridiculously sex-orientated: bonking, lube, greasing your axles, pumping your tyres up. Strangely, we get inured to all this, it mostly takes strangers to cycling to point it out. We laugh politely, and move on.

I know of people who would go into almost-orgasmic rapture over a nice line of carbon, or even, steel. I can appreciated how beautiful a lot of steel bikes are, and the workmanship can be fantastic. But is it really sexy?

Women can look ridiculously attractive in cycling gear. But I’m not a lesbian. I also dislike it when sex is used to sell women’s cycling gear (Assos are arseholes about this and although some of their kit is really nice, I won’t buy it for this reason).

Strangely, the men pictured doing manly things in cycling gear seldom have cycling physiques, and never have proper cycling tans.  Several times, I’ve heard male cycling friends criticising the choice of model as they can’t tell whether the kit would fit a cycling physique.

(Side story: Last year, I went to pick up a new jersey on a club open kit night. The upstairs of this house was taken up with men queuing for kit and trying it on. It was possibly one of the most surreal moments of my life to see and hear these men fussing over which size to buy, and asking their friends how it looked, complete with bending over and posing. I nipped in, grabbed a jersey, tried it on and left in the same amount of time one guy was trying to decide on which size to buy.)

Sitting in the pub yesterday, surrounded by fit and healthy (ish, we were in the pub) friends, we were trying to put our collective fingers on what it was, and couldn’t.

So my conclusion is, sadly, that cycling and cyclists just aren’t sexy. Sorry.

Unless they’re cyclists who used to be rugby players. That’s a whole different ball game…

Playing Up – free story!

Playing Up

Please note: this novella has not been professionally edited. It is an earlier version to the one currently edited and available on Amazon. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The thumping nightclub music segued into a popular floor-filler and the excited crowd surged around her, almost knocking her off her too-high heels. Sian caught her balance just as two warm, strong hands around her waist steadied from behind. She sucked in her breath, conscious of the extra few pounds spilling over the waistband of the close-fitting trousers, and wondering who the gentleman was who was quick enough to notice she was in distress. The sea of revellers calmed, and the hands were removed as quickly as they appeared.

She carefully swivelled on her heels to see Rob standing close to her, wide shoulders protecting from further upset. A hot spark zinged through her belly. ‘Thanks for that,’ she acknowledged with a smile, shouting over the music.

He smiled back, his straight white teeth shining in the club lights, contrasting with his short dark mussed hair. ‘No problem, just glad you didn’t slap me for touching you without permission.’

So many responses flashed through her brain: that he could put his hands on her any time and she wouldn’t object; that she‘d love to touch him; that she’d want them to touch each other. She opened her mouth to say something but his attention was already distracted by a drink being handed to him. She decided to leave it with a smile, ‘See you later.’

As she walked away, she mentally kicked herself for not saying something more imaginative, something flirtatious to get his attention.

Clare was by the corner of the bar ordering a couple of drinks and Sian joined her. ‘You’ll never guess what I’ve gone and done now,’ she yelled over the music.

‘It’s something embarrassing, I can tell. Spit it out,’ commanded Clare.

‘Not really, but I completely missed out on an ideal flirting opportunity with Mr Powell,’ she groaned.

‘Never mind, you’ve got all night to make up for it. And there’s other fish in the sea.’

Sian thumped her forehead against the nearby wall, ‘But I can’t stop thinking about him; I have trouble even looking at other men. He‘s just so, so hot. He really does it for me.’ She pulled a strand of her long, curly, light brown hair forward, covering her deep cleavage, ‘But he’ll never be interested in me.’

Clare patted her arm sympathetically, ‘Don’t think like that. It’s his loss. Rugby players don’t often meet normal women for all the glamorous types swarming around. Although he‘s not my type, Rob’s bloody attractive. For a prop.’

Sian snorted, ‘Damned with faint praise, thanks. We’ve never established what your type is though.’

Clare pulled a face, ‘Not tossers like that Luke. Although I can’t control my hormones, they seem to decide for me. Damn things.’

‘Talking of hormones, and keeping them under control, where’s Sarah gone?’

They both looked around for their normally reserved friend, to see her laughing and joking a few yards away with a couple of dark-haired and well-built admirers.

‘Who’s that she’s with?’ shouted Sian.

Clare yelled back, ‘That’s Nick and Sam, they used to play for Harford. Both of them ask her out quite regularly but she always says no.’

‘She really doesn’t want a relationship, does she?’

‘No, she doesn’t believe she’s suited for them, especially not with a player. I had to agree with her after the Luke debacle. Now, let’s dance.’

They left their drinks in a quiet corner with a couple of familiar faces keeping an eye on them, and moved a few feet to the dance floor to enjoy the rhythm of the music. Every now and again, each discreetly signalled and laughed when they saw an attractive man looking their way. Sian caught a few glimpses of Rob but purposefully kept her eyes away. When Sarah joined them, a thirsty Sian went to reclaim her drink, discovering that Rob’s group was only a few yards away from them.

As she drank, she tried not to look, but found her gaze was drawn irresistibly towards him. His body just flat-out did it for her, from the dark T-shirt which clung lovingly to his thickly muscled upper body, to the well-worn jeans which hugged his tight arse and strong, broad thighs. He turned around and caught her looking his way. His eyes smiled at hers, ‘How are you?’ he mouthed.

‘Great,’ she smiled back, ‘Good game today?’

He looked puzzled as if he couldn’t hear her and gestured that he’d come over. As he stepped nearer, her tummy began to roil with nerves and anticipation.

When he was closer, she tried again, ‘Good game today?’

‘Not bad. It was nice to get the whole eighty minutes.’

‘For a prop that’s like running a marathon.’

He laughed, ‘That’s quite accurate, except for more bruises.’

‘First time this season too?’

‘You’re correct, it was.’ He stared more curiously at her.

Silently she cursed herself; that was too observant. ‘Someone else worked it out, not me,’ she filled, ‘but it looked like you still had plenty of energy, that was a great try-saving tackle in injury time.’

‘Thanks again. How long have you been supporting Harford Park?’

‘Since I moved here from Cornwall six months ago.’

‘Isn’t Sian a Welsh name?’

‘My mother liked it, and my father was half Welsh. He insisted on the spelling, S I A N not how it’s pronounced, Sharn.’

‘Oh, OK then.’

They stood awkwardly, Sian trying to control the butterflies in her stomach. ‘So, do you come here often?’ she quipped lightly.

‘Now and again. I’m only having a couple of beers tonight as I’m driving some of the boys home later.’

‘That’s nice of you.’

‘I’m a nice man.’

‘I can see that, I mean…’ she was glad that the dim lighting covered her blush, ‘I mean you seem like a nice man. I don‘t know you well enough to agree. You could be an axe-wielding maniac for all I know.’

‘Do you know many axe-wielding maniacs then?’

Sian giggled, ‘Just one or two, for some reason they seem to be attracted to me.’

‘I can see why,’ Rob appraised her appreciatively, from the deep cleavage bared in the semi-revealing top down to the glitzy but flimsy heels precariously strapped to her feet.

The butterflies intensified their fluttering and moved lower down, Sian shifted in place and took a gulp of her drink. ‘I suppose I better be getting back to the dance floor, Clare will be wondering where I am.’

‘She’s dancing with Sarah now.’

‘Still…excuse me,’ she went to pass Rob but in her agitated state she managed to step awkwardly and her ankle turned slightly.

Rob caught her again around her waist and helped her get her balance back. Again, she sucked in her tummy but this time his hands didn’t move away. ‘Are you OK?’

‘I’m fine, I’m just a klutz. Thank you for being a hero again.’ She dabbed a kiss on his cheek, almost swooning as the combination of his spicy aftershave and him drifted up into her lungs. Yum, he smelled so good. Her legs nearly gave way and she was grateful for the hands holding her up.

‘You sure?’ he turned his face towards her.

‘Yes, thank you,’ she breathed.

They froze in place for a few seconds as their eyes met again, and their lips met, and met again. The first touch of his hot tongue electrified her body, the second nearly made her swoon again. He tasted of beer and male essence. She murmured with pleasure, taking the kiss deeper and moving closer to him. Her hands rose to grasp his shoulders, run down his back and pull him closer towards her.

He deliberately seduced her with his tongue, working firmly into her again and again. Her body hummed with bliss at the fast-rising sensations. Her hands held his waist, she felt the muscles under the skin and couldn’t stop her hands from wandering further, to hold on to his buttocks. The powerful muscles rippled under her fingers and she squeezed back. In response he moved even closer to her as the kiss continued to deepen. She could feel his increasing interest against her body and murmured her delight, pressing her aching body against him. They twisted together in the shadows of the club, oblivious to anything around them.

Sian’s arousal was quickly escalating, he tasted so good, felt so good and it was all turning her on, blood rushing to throb and swell between her legs. She needed something, shifting restlessly to straddle one of his thighs. He steadily pulsed it back against her and the extra pressure took it up several notches, the sensations boiled up inside her, inner muscles squeezing tight. Her hips moved and her leg lifted so his bulge was pressed right against her. It was enough, or too much, she tipped over the cliff and her whole body shook. Gasping, she tore her mouth away from his, hiding her face on his shoulder, turned away from the rest of the club.

‘What’s the matter? You OK?’ he spoke in her ear.

She could only moan in response as the tremors died down. She tried to glance up at him to reassure him but her eyes lost focus as the last of the quakes threw her.

His concerned eyes cleared with sudden understanding, ‘Did you just…?’

She managed a feeble nod. ‘Look, no hands,’ she joked weakly.

‘Bloody hell,’ he swore, ‘I didn’t know that was possible from a kiss.’

‘Neither did I,’ she admitted. She brought her legs back together, drawing away from him. His arms fell away, brushing lightly against the heavy undersides of her breasts. She could feel dampness between her legs threatening to soak through her trousers and tell the world how aroused he’d made her. ‘I need to…clean up.’ His eyes heated and she nearly came again, she still felt so ready and aching for him and had to stop from rubbing her thighs together, shifting her hips. ‘I need…’ she restrained the next words. Him, she needed him. Inside her, filling and stretching her. Her head bowed as visions of what he could do to her flashed through her head and he had to hold on to her as her legs gave way.

‘Are you feeling OK? Shall we get out of here?’ suggested Rob.

Sian nodded, her embarrassment total as she noticed people watching them curiously. With a guiding arm around her waist, he helped her collect her coat and they left the club.

He took her to a side street and with a beep, opened a car door. Sian dazedly got inside, the butterflies in her stomach taking over again.

He started the car, ‘I’ve only had one beer so I’m OK to drive. Where do you live? I’ll take you home.’

‘Ranwell,’ Sian named the nearby suburb and watched as his strong hands operated the vehicle, competently handling the machine. The thought of those same hands on her body sent shivers through her. She had heard jokes about the female equivalent of a hard-on, a “wide-on”, and thought that was what she must have between her legs, throbbing, engorged heat and gushing wetness. Her thighs shifted restlessly together and apart as she attempted to find respite from the insistent arousal. She failed to restrain a whimper as her hands fidgeted in her lap.

‘Are you cold?’ asked Rob with concern. His left hand went to take the temperature of one of hers, missing and his strong fingers glanced her thigh instead. She couldn’t stop the involuntary jolt of her hips and a faint moan. He chuckled. ‘Or is it something else?’ he added, his deep voice dropping sensuously.

His voice sent shivers of lust down her spine. ‘Something else. I’m…not usually like this.’

‘Like what?’ His idle fingers returned, tracing down and up her thigh.

Her breath shortened until she was almost panting, she wanted those thick fingers somewhere else, ‘So…ready.’ She was glad of the darkness covering her blush.

 

For the rest of the short journey, Sian struggled to stay still in her seat, anticipation riding her unmercifully. She sat on her hands to keep from reaching across to him, to find out whether the bulge she’d felt earlier was still there. Her knickers felt unbelievably wet against her, and she had to concentrate on not pulling the seam of her trousers against her mound for extra friction or relief.

The atmosphere in the car remained tense. Every now and again Rob would run a hand up or down her thigh, Sian would try to restrain a moan. His fingers would lightly touch near her mound, teasing her, and he would pull away as her hips followed demanding more pressure. Her breasts were swollen and begging for contact, for friction, for him to suck on the knotted nipples to give her some kind of relief.

She could barely draw a breath to guide him towards her place, and was a heaving mess as he pulled into her road. He slowed the car and glanced at her, she hurriedly got her bearings. ’It’s the one with the lamppost outside,’ she directed. ‘You can pull over right outside.’

He drew up outside her flat and the engine cut out. ‘Nice street,’ Rob looked up at the building, and at her. His glittering eyes were just visible in the light cast from the street, ‘Been here long?’

‘Since I moved to London, six months ago.’ Sian released her hands to take the seatbelt off. The device wouldn’t unclip, she started tugging at it.

He stilled her fingers, ‘The catch is a little…recalcitrant.’

They faced each other. With a click, the strap smoothly slid away from her body but their hands stayed together, the fingers entwining.

‘Would you like come in? Please?’ asked Sian throatily, not caring how it sounded.

He took one of her hands and moved it to the bulge in his jeans, ‘How does this feel?’

He was thick and ready, twitching under her palm, she squeezed him lightly and he groaned. The smouldering flames between her legs flared even higher. She squeezed him again, her free hand running through the soft, short hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him towards her. ‘Fuck. I want you so bad.’

‘I’m so hard for you.’

‘I’m so wet for you.’

‘Hold me.’ His hand directed hers on his crotch.

‘Hold me!’ she grabbed his other hand and placed it on her breasts. The hard squeeze followed by a nipple pinch made her lose control; she arched her back into his hands and tried to get closer.

She banged her knee against the steering wheel, which brought her slightly to her senses; they were still in the car, she couldn’t take him there. ‘Inside,’ she hissed, groaning as she halted his roving hands.

‘If you want me to.’

‘Fuck yes! Definitely.’

As soon as he agreed, she leapt out and impatiently waited for him to lock the car. She swiftly mounted the steps and he followed her into the flat. As soon as he crossed the threshold she descended on him, slamming the door and yanking off his T-shirt in one move. With a laugh of victory she ran her hands over his pectorals, ‘God, you’re gorgeous. I’m dying for you.’

‘I’ll try not to leave you disappointed,’ assured Rob huskily, bemusement in his voice.

Between deep, drugging, lascivious kisses, she stripped off the rest of his clothes, happy to see his generous manhood was ready for her. She clasped her hand around him and his hips flexed as he groaned at her touch. She didn’t want to take her hand off him, but the ache of need between her thighs was intensifying into pain.

‘Sofa,’ she muttered, ‘Here.’ She led him by his cock towards the cushions, he came willingly and she pushed him so he was sitting, his body hardly visible in the light from the streets shining in through the window. She pulled off her clothes, forgetting to hold her stomach in, rooting around in her bag for a condom and rolling it on to him, struggling to stop caressing him. ‘Sorry, no more foreplay. I have to have you.’

His hands came up as she knelt across him and one went between her legs, ‘Fuck, you’re absolutely soaking.’

Sian gasped at the intimate touch, rubbing herself on him. One of his fingers delved inside her and she squeezed it tightly with her inner muscles. She kissed him, sucking at his tongue in an imitation of the act to come as her hips rolled towards him.

Before she could peak, he withdrew his hand. Instead, hers went down to touch him and she moved until she was above him. Anticipation. It was too much, she thrust her hips down and he speared smoothly up into her body. It was enough to send her crazy, yelping in pleasure at the tight fit and jolting as close to him as she could manage. She began sighing, her body an unstoppable, runaway train, out of her control, squeezing him as tight as she could.

‘God, you feel so good, so big and hard inside me,’ she babbled. ‘I just want you to fuck me.’

He moaned back, his hips beginning to lift towards hers and his breathing heavy. His hands moved to cup and squeeze her breasts, orbs that until then she hadn’t realised needed the contact. Her hands covered his as he plucked and twisted her hard nipples, she showed him she liked it a little rougher and he obliged, the painful pleasure shooting through her body. He countered it by running his fingers along the sensitive undersides and she gasped blissfully before he tugged on her nipples again.

Her hips began moving faster and faster on him as the tension built unbearably. She felt the beginning of tremors taking her up and away so she thrust towards him. He began jolting harder and harder, he growled in frustration and somehow flipped her over. They tumbled to the floor.

She was under him now, his hips taking her unceasingly, the friction from the plunging, building and building. Her nails scored his back, went to hold his buttocks and she dug them in again, forcing him as deep as he would go.

The first wave hit her like an avalanche and she screamed as she clamped down on him, he grunted and moved his hips quicker against her resistance. ‘Shit!’ she panted as a second wave joined the first, the pleasure becoming excruciating. Their bodies were so slippery where they met, there was no friction apart from her muscles tightly clenching down on him. The third wave was slightly softer but left her stranded on a high as he continued plunging inside her. His moans joined hers as he stiffened and with the last, smaller wave washing her into a daze he hardened and spurted inside her.

He collapsed beside her, gasping deeply. ‘Wow.’

They took several minutes to catch their breath, their bodies still rubbing together. He felt great on top of her, despite his extra size. To be enveloped, pinned down by him. Just yummy.

Eventually, he rolled onto his back and dealt with the condom, tying it off and putting it to one side. ‘Feel better now?’

She still hungered for him despite coming so strongly. Her insides twitched, missing his presence already. ‘A bit. When can we go again?’ she asked cheekily.

He laughed hoarsely, ‘Hell, give me time to recover.’

‘Hmmm, that’ll have to do.’ She stretched sinuously on the floor, arching her back and wincing as she felt the start of some carpet burns. ‘The next time will have to be in my bed though.’

She rolled over and stood up, smoothing her hands over her curves. She could see his eyes glittering in the dim light as he watched her. For the first time she didn’t feel self-conscious about the few extra pounds she carried, instead feeling gloriously sexy. He was so much bigger than her anyway, his body was entirely bulky muscle but not in a bodybuilder’s ripped and defined way. He had more of a strong farmer’s build, muscle that was there to be used and not shown off. Her insides rippled again and she restrained a moan.

She gestured at a door, ‘The bedroom and bathroom are through there. I’m going to have a quick shower, you’re welcome to wait or join me.’

She didn’t hang around for a response, instead turning and sauntering to the small bathroom. It didn’t take long to clean up in the shower, her fingers lingering on her breasts and the swamp between her legs. She tried to dry herself off, but anticipation of the next couple of hours was riding her and she only just managed to stop rubbing herself.

He was waiting outside the bathroom door, absolutely naked. Her insides clenched again as she walked past, trailing a hand down his buttocks. Sitting on the bed with only a dim light from the hall, she heard him shower and go quiet. Her heart leapt as she heard rustling of clothes. She had to restrain herself from seeking him out, to stop him from leaving.

His clothes were in his hands as he entered the room, he placed them on a chair.

‘Are you…joining me?’ she asked hesitantly.

He didn’t respond straight away, instead standing over her, still naked. His cock had risen again and she gasped as he nudged it insistently against her. ‘Does it feel like I’ll be going anywhere any time soon?’ he asked, rolling on a condom.

Not giving her a chance to respond, he gently pushed her torso flat and pulled her hips towards him, lifting and thrusting inside for a couple of strokes. ‘You’re soaked again, you know,’ he commented hoarsely, withdrawing and watching her writhing on the sheets. ‘We’re going to have a fun time tonight.’

Sian could only moan in response.

He lowered himself over her, her legs trying to pull him back inside her. He slipped past instead of inside her and rubbed against her engorged clitoris. Even that was too much for her, the sensations sending her off into a world of pure feeling. The way he loomed over her, dominated her. She wasn’t in control of her own body, the time spun away as they feasted on each other. This time he held back and didn’t come until she was begging to have him.

They slept briefly. Sian woke first, unused to having a man in bed with her. Her head ducked down under the sheets and she roused him with her tongue, slipping on the condom and straddling his hips as he realised what was happening.

He let her ride him for a while until he decided to take control. He turned her onto hands and knees, her arse sticking up in the air. He plunged in and out of her, his hips hammering into her and she loved it, clawing at the sheets, throwing herself back at him. He even slapped her bottom several times, the brief sting adding to the rush of sensation running through her body and tipping her over the edge.

After that, they slept again. The next time, Rob woke her up, slipping into her from behind. They moved together slowly, somehow it became more tortuous than the earlier, rougher sex. His fingers pinched her clitoris as her back arched and she came with a half-scream. That was the last she remembered.

 

‘Oh, shit.’

The beeping of a phone had woken Sian up. She knew it wasn’t hers, and it took some time for Rob to realise it was his. He dragged himself off the wrecked bed, the sheets almost tripping him as he staggered over to his pile of belongings.

‘Fuck.’

Sian stayed still on the bed, wondering what was so bad. A little grey light was beginning to penetrate the room as the day began, which meant it was around seven.

‘Bollocks,’ muttered Rob again under his breath, ‘Fucking weights session. Shit.’

She heard more rustling of clothes.

‘Shit, I can’t go smelling like an orgy. Shower.’

She heard him go to the bathroom and the water run briefly, and the rustling of clothes again. Whether to pretend to be asleep or awake was her dilemma. Awake, it had to be.

She stretched silkily on the bed, ensuring the sheets covered her from breasts to knees, ‘Morning.’

Rob stopped in the middle of pulling his T-shirt on, ‘Morning.’ His eyes ran over her body, lingering where the sheet barely shielded her breasts. He groaned and his hand went to his jeans-covered groin, ‘I can’t believe I’m still getting hard after last night.’

Sian sat up slowly, pleasant aches from the night’s exertions running through her body, coupled with fresh excitement as he ran his hand over his swelling erection. The sheet slid from her breasts, exposing them completely to him.

His hot eyes dropped to her hardening nipples, ‘I should be off. If I leave now I won’t be late.’ He didn’t sound too certain.

‘Hmmm,’ murmured Sian, sensing some leeway, ‘You can spare ten minutes. Come here,’ she commanded.

‘Ten minutes?’ He couldn’t resist, closing the gap between them.

His groin approached her face and she licked her lips. Her hands ran up his thighs and across to the strained fly. She squeezed him through the fabric as his head went back and he moaned. Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned him, pulling his jeans down and scooping his erection out of his dark-coloured boxer shorts. For a moment she gazed at him in awe, he was so sexy, the plum-shaped head, the strong column which curved slightly to deliciously hit that spot inside her. The veins running along the underside. The head had begun to ooze its excitement and she licked her lips. She had tasted him last night and he was delicious. She leant forward and her tongue ran up the length to swipe across the top. Tasty.

His hips flexed towards her as he panted at the touch, ‘More.’

‘I better hurry up though if I’ve only got ten minutes,’ she giggled. Her hands clutched his buttocks, pulling him closer to her. As her mouth enclosed his head, she assisted it with one hand on the shaft, the other brushed the crease between his legs.

To her delight, the previous night she had discovered that he kept himself well-trimmed below and the skin was even more sensitive because of it. He also loved her playing with his buttocks, his taint and balls. She worked that now, enjoying the taste of him almost as much as he was revelling in the sensations.

His knees started to give way and she guided him to lie down on the bed, straddling him and pushing his erection between her breasts. She dipped a hand between her legs and used the moisture there as lubricant on his shaft. She watched as his cock moved back and forth between her mounds of flesh, continuing to swipe at him with her tongue as he came towards her.

He tasted so good that she couldn’t get enough of him. As his hips arched and cock hardened, she moved her mouth down and swallowed him up. He spurted into her mouth and she drank him down, taking every drop. He brushed her hair gently as he moaned and panted, his muscles rippling before his head fell back with a sigh.

Sian slowly got up and went to the bathroom, grabbing a small cloth and coming back to wipe him down gently. ‘Come on, you have training to get to,’ she cajoled.

He groaned and she helped him off the bed, pulling his shorts and jeans up from his ankles. The T-shirt he managed to straighten himself, his sensibilities returning. As he picked up his keys and other detritus, she became aware that she was still naked and sticky. She snatched a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around her body, blushing as he stared at her curiously.

‘Hadn’t you better be going?’ The words came out colder than she had meant.

He still gazed at her. It became more than awkward. She turned around and stalked out to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and glugging it down.

He followed her, ‘You know I’d return the pleasure if I didn’t need to go? And it would be a pleasure with someone as responsive as you.’

Her blush became a full-body flush as she imagined him between her legs, licking into her. Now she stared at him as her legs weakened.

Rob laughed at her predicament, ‘We’ll take this up again. I really have to leave; I’m going to get a bollocking for being so late.’ Two strides brought him next to her, he kissed her on both cheeks and inhaled.

She self-consciously squirmed, ‘I really need a shower.’

‘Maybe.’ Head ducking down, he swiped his tongue in the cleavage exposed by the towel. He closed his eyes, tasting her, ‘I’ve washed my body but I’ll have the delicious taste of you on my tongue for the rest of the day.’

As a parting line, it couldn’t have been more successful at wrecking her remaining composure. She heard the front door close behind him as her legs gave way and she slumped to the floor.

Chapter 2

Sian had forgotten how addictive great sex could be. The craving to be skin-to-skin, to suck, lick and nibble another person, the glorious full feeling as a man thrust inside her. The heat, musky smells and salty tastes.

She couldn’t forget Rob’s promise, her body wouldn’t let her. However she didn’t have his phone number or any way to contact him. He knew where she lived, but would he come to see her? Her body clenched at the thought of him returning. She had started to change the dirty sheets but instead lay down, her hand between her legs as she recalled the torrid night.

 

Rob had been teased when he’d arrived late for training. The coach punished him with extra circuits which nearly killed his sleep-deprived body. Finally, he was allowed to go for a shower, just in time for the last of the team to come out. As he stripped off in the changing room, a wolf whistle came from behind him.

‘Now we know why he was late, boys. Look at those scratches.’

In his weary fug, Rob had completely forgotten how Sian had dug her nails in as he had ploughed inside her. Even the memory sent a jolt to his loins.

‘So, who’s the vixen, ‘Bertie Boy? The youngest, most annoying player on the team slid down the bench, his freckled face alight with mischief. ‘Or pussycat? Did you make her purrrrr? he rolled, ‘Or hisssss?’

Rob smirked as he remembered a particularly salacious moment from the early morning. ‘Damo, a gentleman never tells.’

Another player piped up from the other side of the changing rooms, ‘Well, you owe us for the taxi we took home. Imagine leaving your mates stranded,’ he tutted loudly. ‘Only the brief text, “Had to go, have an emergency.” Emergency?’

‘First time I’ve heard pulling a bird described like that, butt.’ A gruff Welsh voice joined in. ‘Emergency hard-on perhaps.’ The bluff redhead grabbed his groin lewdly. ‘So who was the tart?’

‘She’s not a tart,’ defended Rob.

‘Rob, mun: you’re single, you’ve scratches all over your back and the look of a man who’s spent the night fucking his arse off.’

Rob felt a wave of heat wash over him as another flashback hit him: taking her from behind, him slapping her peach of a rear and leaning forward to pull the gloriously tempting nipples of her generous breasts.

‘And yet you’re nearly ready to go again.’ Cackles of laughter filled more of the room than the steam billowing from the showers into which Rob escaped.

Christ, she was a hot one. He’d never really looked her way before, not like that anyway. Since he had returned to playing rugby the previous year, when he went out there were always girls surrounding him and wanting his attention. Mostly skinny girls who weren’t keen on mussing their hair or spoiling their make-up, and with his extra bulk he was afraid he’d hurt them when the sex got boisterous. Sian had really let loose, not holding back for a second, and it was great to have some curves to hold on to. She really got into sucking him, her hands massaging his balls and even further back. She tasted so good and he hadn’t had a chance to return the favour and eat her up. He licked his lips at the thought.

And he really must stop thinking about her, do that compartmentalisation thing men were supposedly good at. He smirked to himself as he looked down at his erect, eager cock. ‘Down, boy.’

He did really want to see her again soon, see if the sexual chemistry was as hot with a repeat performance. But he didn’t have her phone number. Who was she friends with? He frowned as he continued washing, trying to ignore his inconvenient hard-on so it would subside without assistance.

 

He came out of the shower rubbing his calmed body dry and headed back towards his belongings. The room had emptied apart from a couple of stragglers, including the head coach, Chris, who was waiting by his bag.

Rob nodded at him and started pulling his shorts on, aware of the shrewd blue eyes watching as the room emptied.

Chris cleared his throat, ‘You know the group of regular supporters that usually stand on the terrace? The one with several women who are keen on the game and not just the players?’

‘Kind of.’

‘Well, you know one of the former players messed around one of the women a while back. Behaved like a complete fuckwit.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, it made things awkward, Clare kept it quiet but one of the sponsors heard Luke boasting about it in particularly coarse terms. She’s a loyal supporter so he wasn’t happy.’

‘That’s understandable.’

‘Luke moved on shortly after. This wasn’t the right place for him.’

The way the coach’s mouth twitched at that, Rob knew he’d had a hand in ensuring the player was disposed of. Under the rumpled, slightly bedraggled exterior that the coach portrayed was a mind adept at finding a player’s strengths and weaknesses and exposing them ruthlessly, for the good or bad. Rob knew talent-limited Luke had rapidly dropped down the leagues without the guidance of Chris.

‘Don’t treat Sian badly. Don’t talk about her, don’t denigrate her to the squad. She doesn’t sleep around, so don’t assume she’s easy. Or else… You’ve only been here a short time, haven’t you?’

‘Message received and understood. Now could I have her number please?’

Chris laughed, ‘You’ve got some nerve.’

‘I forgot to ask her for it.’

‘You were busy?’

Rob gave Chris a measured look, ‘You testing me? I don’t shag and tell.’ He mimed zipping his lips shut.

Chris grinned ruefully, ‘Just joking. I’ll check with Clare that Sian would want you to have it and text later.’ He patted Rob on the shoulder and left.

Rob sighed, how on earth had Chris found out about it? Instead of no-strings-attached sex it turned out that he’d have to run the gauntlet for a repeat performance. Though if it was anything like the previous night, it would be worth it.

 

‘He did what?’

‘Made sure Rob wouldn’t run his mouth off. He did ask for your number though, I told Chris to give it to him.’

Sian laughed harshly, ‘Thanks but he’s never going to call, not if Chris has scared him off. Shit!’ she cursed. ‘It was a great night but he probably thinks I’m easy.’

‘That’s been covered too.’ Clare gave her a sympathetic smile, ‘Chris did it off his own bat; he still feels guilty about the Luke thing. He’s just clueless sometimes, like many men.’

They were sitting in a pub in Harford having a late Sunday lunch. Sian had called Clare to apologise for disappearing the previous night but Clare had seen her and Rob disappearing together and correctly added two plus two.

Sian’s phone started beeping, she glanced at the display screen but the number was unfamiliar.

‘Is it him?’ asked Clare, hands clasped hopefully beneath her chin.

‘Maybe,’ admitted Sian, hitting the answer button and trying to ignore the butterflies swarming in her stomach. ‘Hello?’

‘Hi,’ a familiar, deep voice rumbled. ‘Taken any spills today?’

For a moment Sian’s brow creased in puzzlement, ‘Oh, I haven’t even teetered if that’s what you mean.’

‘Not without me there to catch you,’ rumbled the voice. ‘Fancy a drink?’

‘Err…OK.’

‘Tonight, eight at…’ There was an expectant pause.

‘What about the White Lion, it’s off Harford High Street?’

‘Cool.’

‘Cool.’

‘See you later, then.’

‘See you later.’

‘’Bye.’

‘Ta-ra.’ Sian carefully terminated the call before looking up at Clare with a stupid grin. ‘He called.’

Clare grinned back, ‘He did. What are you going to wear?’

‘I’ve no idea what I’m wearing on top but I’ll have my best underwear on underneath.’

‘Great plan, I highly approve. What about long boots and that wrap dress?’

‘The red one?’ Sian contemplated it for a moment, ‘The one which I usually have to pin at the top?’

‘That’s the one. But leave the pin off, or remove it sometime in the evening.’

‘Sneaky.’

‘Yup.’

 

As the train rattled closer to Harford, Sian nervously fiddled with the skirt of her dress and tried to resist tugging at the deep v showing her cleavage. She had always been rather voluptuous and could definitely hold more than her own on the curves front, but didn’t often show them to this extent. The colour was flattering to her, warming her skin and bringing out auburn highlights in her hair. It was her confidence dress, and she’d worn it for a couple of first dates before. Sadly, the dress had lasted a lot longer than any of the relationships.

The train drew up at the station and Sian hopped off. She was a little early so decided to have a glance in some of the estate agents’ windows. She was just bending over to take a closer look at a multi-million-pound when she felt something brush her buttocks and started in shock.

‘Nice view. Unless you have millions stashed away, I’d have thought that would be slightly out of most people’s budgets.’

Sian laughed and turned around, ‘Hey there. It’s definitely out of mine, anyway.’

Rob grinned, ‘That’s a shame; I was planning to fleece you for all I could get. Another nice view.’ His eyes had been drawn to her cleavage; due to leaning forward, her breasts were making a bid to escape the dress.

Sian gasped and pulled her bra and dress straight, ‘Oops, sorry.’

‘I’m not complaining.’

They stood and looked at each other, Sian could feel the heat in his gaze. ‘So, you managed to get here OK?’

‘It’s not far. I share a flat with Gavin and Marcus down the road.’

‘Cool.’

‘I don’t know the area though; I don’t go out around here.’

‘Oh.’

There was another slightly awkward silence. Rob was the first to break it, ‘So, shall we go to this pub?’

‘OK. It‘s just over the road and down that passageway.’

They headed off towards the White Lion, Sian stealing glances at the man beside her. He was dressed all in black, his jacket covering a soft-looking sweater. His hair had been neatly combed, enough so that she had an urge to muss it up. Like it had been when she rode on top of him. The memory kindled heat between her legs, if she hadn’t been walking, she would have had to rub her thighs together to ease it.

Rob and Sian came to a halt by lights, just in time for the crossing signal. As they stepped onto the road, they both glanced at each other and grinned ruefully as their eyes met.

Unfortunately, they missed the lights changing. The sudden call came from the right, ‘Watch out!’

A cyclist zoomed past their noses. They both started in shock, and Rob’s arm shot up around Sian to pull her back to the pavement.

‘Bloody hell!’ cursed Rob. ‘’Scuse my language. Sorry.’

Sian laughed, ‘We should’ve kept a better eye out. Come on, it’s clear now.’

As they crossed, Rob’s arm didn’t drop from her waist, Sian could feel his warm fingers through her coat and dress. The shot of adrenalin and his hand on her was making her body buzz, feel light-headed. Heat began building again between her legs and her breath shortened. Trying to regulate her breathing only made her more aware of his woodsy aftershave and the scent of him underneath, how he smelled and tasted. She knew he was talking but struggled to focus.

She glanced at him again and his hand squeezed on her waist. Barely restraining a moan, she turned towards him and their eyes locked. The flickering heat between them exploded into wildfire.

‘Shall we go…?’ He didn’t need to say anything more, both his hands coming around her waist.

‘Yes please.’

‘Your place or mine?’

‘Whichever’s closest?’

‘Mine then.’

Back across the road, to the taxi rank. Luckily, nothing got in their way this time. Sian didn’t hear what he said to the driver, just allowing herself to be bundled in the back of the black cab. The door slammed and his hands hauled her towards him. Or did she grasp him?

Hands fought against clothing as they ate each other up, only separating to draw breath. Hands dropped to her legs, ran upwards to the bare skin at the tops of her thighs.

His head dropped to her neck and he moaned, ‘Stockings?’

His hot breath and licking kiss made her gasp, ‘Hold-ups.’

‘Sexy.’ His fingers tightened urgently and he pulled her partially across his lap. Her arms went around his shoulders.

She could feel his erection through the soft wool of his trousers, the hard flesh pulsing towards her. One hand danced around and down, she rubbed him and he moaned again.

‘Oi, you two, we’re here.’ The taxi driver’s voice interrupted their heated clinch and they both groaned.

Somehow they manoeuvred out of the cab without letting go of each other, Rob chucking a note to the driver and fumbling with his keys. ‘Two seconds,’ he gasped, ‘We just need to get indoors.

Sian was vaguely aware of voices as they mounted some stairs and entered a flat. He propelled her to a door, opening it and kicking it closed behind them.

He ruthlessly stripped off her coat. She helped him with his, the sweater and shirt disappearing too within seconds. She laughed in triumph at his revealed chest, and attacked his belt and fly.

Before his trousers dropped down, he shoved a condom in her hands and left her to it as he yanked her dress open, scooped her breasts out and pulled up her dress as she tried to keep hands on him.

Feeling his ready erection was too much. ‘Now,’ she gasped, ‘I need you now.’

He fumbled briefly for the protection and he tugged her knickers to one side, lifted her up and down over him.

Sian cooed her pleasure as she stretched around him and he thrust them together. Standing was too much; he staggered backwards and sat on a soft mattress. Sian straddled him. Her breasts bounced above his face, he grasped and squeezed them firmly as she took over.

Down and up, down and up, she rode him for her as her body demanded, thrusting her hips as they rubbed slickly together. The pressure built and exploded through her, she gasped, panted and squealed as heat consumed her. He groaned and she felt him pulsing inside her.

‘Oh. My. God.’ Sian collapsed on him, her breasts mashing up to his lightly furred chest. They panted together for minutes. She felt him soften, and regretfully started moving. He let her, his sensually half-opened eyes eating her up.

‘You look so great,’ he grinned weakly as she stood up.

Sian’s dress was twisted up around her waist with her breasts bulging out. Her knickers were soaking and she began awkwardly pulling them straight.

Without warning, the bedroom door flew open and a stack of clothes entered, walking itself across the room towards the bed. It bumped into Sian and toppled away, revealing a vaguely familiar face.

Sian squeaked and hurriedly covered her bare chest with one hand, pulling the skirt of her dress down with the other.

The lanky, redheaded former-clothes-carrier yelped and jumped back, shock plain on his reddening face. ‘Oh fuck, I didn’t know anyone was here. I was listening to….’ He let the rest of the clothes drop and pulled white earphones out, tinny music filling the awkward silence. He tore his gaze away from a blushing Sian to Rob on the bed who had quickly made his trousers decent. ‘I’m sorry, mate. I had to…your clothes were dry and…’

Stammering his apology he began picking up the scattered clothes, shoving them into a pile.

‘Gav?’ asked Rob quietly, ‘I’m really grateful but can you do the domestic servant bit another time please? Give me a couple of minutes.’

Gavin’s head bobbed up and down. He scuttled out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

‘I’m really sorry, Sian,’ Rob apologised, sitting up and awkward adjusting his trousers. ‘Are you OK?’

Sian’s head was bowed and her hands covered her face. ‘I’m fine,’ her muffled voice assured.

Rob frowned and got up, gently pulling her hands down. Sian lifted her head, her eyes were shining with mirth and a snort of laughter escaped.

‘That was hilarious, the poor lad,’ she gurgled.

Rob began smiling, ‘You’re right, that was amusing. I’m sorry.’

Sian looked around for her handbag, spying it by the door. She dug out a tissue and wiped her streaming eyes. ‘I should be embarrassed but he was mortified.’

Rob chuckled again, his eyes running over her, ‘I’ll go and have a quick word with him. Do you want to freshen up?’ He nodded at another door, ‘The bathroom’s en suite and there’s a clean towel…here that you can use.’ He rummaged in the pile Gavin had brought in and pulled out a strip of green fabric.

Sian nodded, taking the towel and escaping to the loo. She didn’t know whether to right her outfit properly or strip off, in the end just pulling off her soaked knickers and removing traces of their exertions. The underwear she wrapped in some tissues and stuck in her handbag, going to sit down on the bed to wait. There was nowhere else to sit apart from at his desk, and she didn’t want to go near the pile of expensive-looking machines she saw there. Clare had texted her to ask how things were going and she stared at the screen, contemplating a reply.

Sian could barely make out muffled voices of Rob and Gavin talking, she didn‘t really want to but the walls were paper thin and the headboard was right up against the wall. There were some bursts of laughter, but Rob was doing most of the talking.

‘…Goes no further, don’t tell anyone it’s her…not my usual…no, no, it won’t last long…’

‘Nice one…tell the boys…the scratches…keep it quiet.’

Another gust of laughter, a door slamming and Rob re-entered the bedroom. Sian continued fiddling with her phone for a few moments, chucked it into her bag and stood. ‘I’m sorry, I should be going.’

‘Not yet. I thought…Gav’s gone out and let us have the place to ourselves.’

Sian didn’t respond, her feelings torn between wanting to escape and wanting to spend more time with him. What could he possibly think of her? Should she be worried about what she’d overheard?

He gently took her bag from her and grasped her hand, ‘Come on, I have a bottle of wine in the kitchen and we can at least have a chat before…’ He trailed off, ‘Well, before you need to leave or we can…’

She decided to give him another chance and nodded, following him out of the room and into a sparse, modern living area. While she looked out of the window which opened out on to the quad in the middle of the new-build complex, he started opening a bottle of red wine.

‘We don’t have much storage space, that’s why Gav had to bring in the clothes. He’s a good flatmate, tidy but not anally so. He’s on loan for a few months, he plays…’

‘Second row, he’s another one of the new guys. It’s nice you get on,’ she commented neutrally.

‘Marcus isn’t so bad either, he keeps himself to himself, we hardly know he’s here.’

‘Not like on the pitch, he’s always shouting there. Or when he coaches the women. I heard they quite taken aback when he gave them their first bollocking,’ Sian added with a grin. The familiar topic helped her relax.

‘That’s true, when he gets worked up, he’s quite fearsome. Must be the combination of Irish and South African in him. I think he likes Clare but he’s not sure about approaching her, due to the Luke thing and her and Sarah swearing off rugby players…’ Rob trailed off awkwardly.

Sian gasped, ‘How on earth do you know about that?’

‘Some of the boys are bigger gossips than most old women.’

‘Good grief.’ Sian suspected that Clare and Sarah’s vow wouldn’t last but she wasn’t sure about saying as much. ‘Marcus seems a good guy; he’ll meet someone soon,’ she assured him.

The ice was broken and they chatted for several minutes, finding out more about each other. He brought the glasses across and they sat on the sofa, bodies angled together.

‘What do you do, apart from rugby?’

‘Some computer geekery. I was in the Army for a while before returning to play rugby, I got a degree while I was in there.’

‘Yeah, I noticed some pretty impressive hardware in your room.’

Rob shrugged, ‘Nothing that powerful, they won’t allow me the toys I used to play with. What about you?’

‘Me? I’m a civil servant.’

‘You work with Clare then?’

‘Oh no, different department; we met on a training course. Got talking about rugby and she persuaded me to come along to watch Harford. I’m not as committed as her and Sarah though, they hardly miss a game.’ Sian sipped the wine, it was surprisingly good, ‘Nice, I thought you’d have more beer in.’

He laughed, ‘I enjoy different things.’

‘What else do you enjoy?’ she purred playfully before taking another mouthful of wine.

Rob shot her a sizzling look, ‘I’d enjoy eating you out.’

For several moments she didn’t react. Until she gasped for breath and wine shot out of her mouth. While Sian spluttered, Rob fetched a roll of paper towels and dried them both off.

She started giggling as he mopped her breasts and traced the neckline, ‘Well, that was unexpected.’

‘That I want to eat you out?’ His hands moved to hefting her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. Sian’s back arched into his hands as hot wires zapped around her body. ‘I’ve been thinking about it since that morning. When I tasted you here.’ He ducked down to lick her cleavage.

Sian felt a shot of sensation as if his warm, wet tongue had actually licked between her legs. Her bones turned to jelly and she sagged back into the soft cushions. The thought of him servicing her like that exploded the simmering pressure and heat between her legs. She could feel the slipperiness beginning to ooze out of her again. He slid down to kneel on the floor, his hands running up and down thighs, taking her dress with them so it crumpled at her hips.

‘No knickers?’ he asked bemusedly.

‘They were wet,’ panted Sian. A thumb started lightly stroking short, wet curls, teasing her and lifting away whenever her hips followed it. She mewled as she felt herself become slicker.

‘Wet from what?’ Amusement streaked Rob’s voice as his breath tickled her inner thighs.

‘From…me.’

‘Like this?’ Rob swirled his fingers, ‘You’re even wetter now. I’m looking forward to tasting you properly, licking up your juices.’ One finger began inching further back, smoothing the wetness around. ‘And there’s still more we haven’t tried yet.’

Sweet fire blasted up her spine and she yelped at the new sensation. In the back of her mind she realised she was in the middle of the flat and anyone could walk in any time. ‘Shouldn’t we…move?’ She struggled to voice her dwindling concern.

In response, Rob picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and returned them to his bedroom. She landed on the bed and even before she stopped bouncing, he was stripping off her boots and remaining clothes. Flinching at how the strong light must reflect her every bump and dimple, she tried covering her body with her hands.

Rob paused in taking his shirt off, his hot eyes taking in her efforts at shielding her body, ‘Is this the same woman who rode me ruthlessly earlier? You can’t be shy now.’

He prised her arms away from her body, holding her arms down as he shouldered himself between her legs, mastering her body. Somehow, with the assistance of some pillows, he manoeuvred her hips into the air. She had to use her released arms and free legs to balance.

‘I can look at all of you now,’ Rob grinned, ‘but I’m not just looking.’

His domination made Sian even wetter; she could feel her juices trickling down to dampen the sheets. He moved down her body to hold both her thighs wide open, locking her in place. His breath gusted across her and she half-screamed in anticipation as her breath grew shorter and shorter.

The shock of his hot tongue right on her button made her arch, the heat spearing up her body, then he licked and suckled her and she forgot who she was. The sounds coming from her lips were unrecognisable as human speech. He alternated hot, broad licks with sucking her up and she could feel him humming into her.

The licks slowed and he loosened his grip around her hips. She felt a finger gently stroking her sopping entrance, it pushed slowly inside and she clenched it tightly. He didn’t keep it still, rubbing somewhere inside her which short-circuited her remaining faculties. With an ear piercing scream, blinding white light blew her up.

She came around minutes later to find Rob still licking her insistently. She felt so tender down there, but it still felt good. Her hands touched the back of his head, pulling his short hair in a half-thought to stop him. A tightening of his grip on her discouraged her.

She felt the touch of more fingers, dipping into her and swirling around her wetness. Not just wet, she could hear the squelching.

‘You don’t have to…’

‘Shush, I’m learning you.’ Another twist of his fingers silenced her,

He continued to press inside her and find her most sensitive areas, and the ones she shied away from. His tongue continued to irregularly dab at her, and suck inside her. One muscular arm controlled her writhing.

Her free arms flailed for moments, she had to resist holding his head to her. Her hands touched her hips and ran up to her breasts. Until that moment she hadn’t realised how much they had swollen, the nipples tight and protruding. Cupping them, she squeezed and rubbed, the sensations multiplying the heat lower down her body.

Rob lifted his head slightly, seeing her hands and her flushed face, spaced-out and unfocussed eyes. ‘That’s what I want to see,’ he chuckled hoarsely, licking his lips.

She had a moment of respite as he pulled off his clothes. He didn’t have to hold her now, she had settled on the pillows, her legs sawing uselessly against the mattress, prevented from closing by his body towering over her.

He ran his fingers around her soaked, swollen centre, and moved the dampness around her body, coolness following his touch. Briefly he touched the centre of her nipples with one hand, next returning for more fluid and swiping his fingers over her mouth. Sian couldn’t stop herself lifting her head, sucking at his slick digits. The salty taste made her murmur with want.

Heat had begun to build between her legs again, he returned there, his hands moving over her like before. Fingers entered her again, joined by a quick tongue, which remained as his fingers moved out and down and back, spreading her wetness further. They breached her clenching buttocks to touch her darker hole, and one finger pushed in.

Sian yelped and cried, the new feeling adding to the tumult of sensations in her body.

He pushed in further, the sliding juices aiding him, ‘I think you like that,’ he murmured, ‘You like being filled?’

Not waiting for the response she was incapable of giving, he removed his hand and pulled her towards him, his cock rubbing over and entering her. He groaned in pleasure as she closed around him. ‘You’re so hot, wet and tight, but I think a change of position would work.’

He sat back on his heels, pulling her upright so she fell across him. One hand scooped up more of her slick juices and with alarming ease, re-penetrated between her buttocks.

The double, dark pleasure of his cock and finger filling both her holes lifted Sian on to another plane. Under the control of his finger, he directed her hips to circle him. Her damp breasts rubbed against his chest, the slight scratching of the hairs adding to the pleasure. Her arms alternately held him to her, and squeezed her breasts. He sucked at her neck, hot breath tickled her ear.

He flexed inside her and she tightened her grip on him, thrusting her hips and riding him.

She began chanting, ‘More, more, more, give it to me.’ She clenched tighter, loving the friction in both entrances.

He moaned, ‘You’re so tight, I need to…’

The finger in her backside pressed further, she felt another trying to gain entry. She froze as it pushed in, pinching her nerves and stretching her. Her chest bellowed as she tried to gain breath. It was pain, but incredible pleasure at the same time. The two fingers stretching her pushed further in, seated inside her, felt like they were joining his cock, rubbing together, redirecting her hips but it was all too much.

Her body exploded, she howled into his neck as heat and cold flashed through her. The world swirled and his hips hammered, pushing all of himself inside.

She vaguely heard his roar of release and him subsiding around her.

As she slid into a pleasure coma, he whispered in her ear, ‘Another time, I’m going to take you there.’ She could only whimper back.

 

The slamming of a door brought Sian round from the after-effects. She was lying on her side, Rob holding her to him, the sheets sticky around them both. All she could smell was sex, and felt their drying secretions over her body.

As she started to move, Rob licked her ear, ‘Not quite yet.’

She could feel him against her buttocks and her heart stopped, he wouldn’t…? She had never done any backdoor play with a man before, she didn’t know…

He pulled her onto hands and knees, her reluctance making her clumsy.

‘Rob, I’m not ready…’

He spanked her arse and a shock of heat went through her. ‘I told you, not yet.’ He pushed inside her wet hole and murmured with satisfaction as she tightened around him, ‘I think we need to know each other better before that.’ Rob finished his sentence with a hard thrust.

His movements were renewing the heat inside her, the want which only seemed to be temporarily satisfied after she had come. She didn’t have to do anything as he hammered at her, although she pushed back at him.

There was something she needed. She tried to move a hand down to caress herself and he caught her wrist, ‘Naughty. What shall we do now?’

Still inside her, he grabbed both her wrists and loosely tied them to the bed frame with a couple of long socks and recommenced his hip movements.

Sian could only gasp and shake her head, she needed a touch there, or on her breasts to come, it was going on forever as he slowed his strokes in and out, pulling her hips as he wanted her. It just went on and on, she was so high but after coming so much, couldn‘t make the last step. ‘Please, touch me,’ she begged.

‘All in due course,’ he soothed her, ‘Just a few minutes more.’ He somehow found another long rugby sock and fastened it around her mouth, blunting her pleas.

He was taking so much pleasure, but she was receiving it too. She wanted to sit back on him, take him deeper but he controlled her totally.

Eventually he quickened again behind her, and leant forward, a hand grasped a breast, another scissored around her clit. The combination shot her over the edge and she screamed into a convenient pillow and he grunted into her, several times, collapsing on her and rolling to the side.

 

‘Wow,’ said Sian around her loose gag.

‘Wow indeed,’ agreed Rob. ‘Here, let me untie you.’

He efficiently removed the gag and the ties holding her wrists. ‘Sorry about that, they are clean though.’

She laughed, ‘From the washing pile?’

‘Yep.’ They both snickered and looked at the clothes still strewn on the floor.

A growl from her stomach interrupted, ‘Oh, excuse me,’ she blushed.

Rob groaned, ‘I can’t believe I haven’t fed you.’

Sian laughed, ‘I think I need to clean up first.’ She felt sticky all over. Great, but sticky all over. She wriggled and stretched, hands running down her body.

‘Oh god, please don’t start me off again.’ He pushed against her and she felt renewed interest. ‘I’m like a bloody teenager again. Move whenever you’re able to.’

Surprisingly, Sian felt like jumping up and did so. She bustled into the bathroom, grabbing the green towel from earlier and within seconds was soaping up under the hot spray. The shower gel she smoothed over her breasts smelled like Rob, and reminded her of earlier moments. It took several lathers and taking the shower off the hook to clean off her tender parts. Once clean, she leant back against the wall and let the spray relax her.

‘Room for two?’ Rob was bemusedly watching her from the door, a navy towel slung over his shoulder. At her nod, he stepped into the bathtub to join her, sliding past and grabbing the gel. He squeezed a dollop out and began lathering up his chest.

The tub wasn’t very wide, with every sweep he brushed against her. She liked it, watching him, following the tracks of water down his body. He took particular care soaping his cock and balls.

‘Do my back? Please?’

She silently acquiesced, taking the gel from him and rubbing his back. Her hands ran over his muscles, loving the solidness of him. He turned back to face her and her hands continued to soap his chest.

‘Glad I tied you; you scraped the hell out of my back last time.’

Sian stared at her soapy errant fingers and blushed, ‘Oops.’

‘I’ll certainly have to tie you up and gag again, you looked so hot. Bondage, anal, spanking, you enjoy it all.’ There was a hint of cruelty to his smile.

Sian‘s heart dropped, ‘You make me sound like a…’ All of a sudden she felt terribly exposed, utterly naked in body and mind. And stupid, so terribly stupid.

As he stuck his face under the shared spray, she turned away, stepping out of the bath and grabbing a towel to swiftly dry off.

‘I didn’t mean…’ Rob must have realised he’d said the wrong thing, but was stuck rinsing soap from his face.

Sian plastered a rueful grin on her face, ‘Don’t worry, I know what you mean.’

She escaped the steamy bathroom and pulled her bra and dress back on. Fiddling with her phone didn’t alleviate her nerves. She was straightening the sheets on the bed when it occurred to her, what was keeping her there? He was still in the shower. How was the evening going to end? Nerves hit and before she knew it, she had grabbed her belongings, yanked on the boots and was tiptoeing out of the door just as the shower cut off.

By sheer luck, there was a bus stop right by the entrance to the block of flats, and a bus was drawing up outside. She jumped on, scanned her pass and scuttled down the aisle to grasp a rail. She didn’t even know where the bus was going, but would figure it out. Harford. What a relief.

Her phone beeped, and her heart leapt, but the text wasn’t from him. Her hands shook as she replaced the phone into her bag.

‘You all right, darling?’ The East End voice came from in front of her.

Sian looked up to see an attractively rough builder-type gazing down at her. ‘I’m fine, thanks,’ she responded, and smiled warily.

He scanned her face, glancing briefly at her cleavage, ‘I’d say you’re more than fine, gorgeous.’ His eyes confirmed his thoughts, a very flirtatious grin on his face.

She couldn’t help but grin back. What was she doing? She’d just had the most fabulous, NSA sex, discovered she enjoyed a lot more than plain vanilla and felt rather good. She swayed slightly as the bus went round a bend. Yep, pleasurably sore and satisfied.

The bus drew up at Harford station which broke the moment between her and the stranger, she laughed her thanks and winked at him, lightly stepping from the bus and jogging towards the station. That was it, the last train home. Excellent.

 

Rob didn’t expect to find the bedroom empty. He pulled on jeans as he rubbed his hair dry. He could hear someone moving in the kitchen, and his stomach rumbled.

‘What do you fancy to eat then?’ he called.

A male voice answered, ‘I’ve eaten already.’

‘Not you…’ Rob’s head came up. Had she…? ‘Is anyone with you?’

‘Nah, bra. I only got in a few seconds ago. Hey, I thought I saw one of the women from the club walking away from here.’

The only other person in the flat was Marcus. Where had Sian gone? He pulled on a jumper and shoes, grabbing his jacket and went out the door. He was just in time to see the bus pulling away, with Sian walking down the aisle.

Oh, shit, what had he said to her? Was she upset?

Another bus pulled up and without thinking, he jumped on. His bus shadowed hers until the station, where he saw her jump off. He followed her as far as the ticket barrier, staying several yards behind. She lightly skipped down to the platform, and he glimpsed her face as she turned and sashayed on to the waiting train. She was beaming, a huge satisfied smile on her face.

‘Got a ticket, mate?’

He shook his head, not bothering to look at the person asking.

‘Shove over an’ let us pass then. She’s a fucking hot bird, mate. You know her?’

He shook his head as the train pulled away.

‘Aww, fucking shame. I should’ve got her number on the bus. Those curves’d kill a man happy. Gave me a huge smile, a cheeky wink and a hard-on. Never mind; more fish an’ all that.’

Rob turned away, confused. What the hell was she up to? He wandered back to his flat, the walk doing nothing to clear his head.

So, he’d been a bit rude in the shower, she’d decided to leave but she wasn’t upset. They were getting on really well until then. What the fuck was going on?

Chapter 3

‘Let me get this right, you shagged him, three times in one evening, and then walked out?’

Sian playfully pursed her lips and nodded, ‘Yep, that’s about right.’

‘Three times. Hot sex, a bit of a kink? Less vanilla, more…’ Clare fanned her face.

Sian grinned, ‘Depends where you draw the line at kinky. Light bondage?’

‘Tied to a bed, or does he have any specialist equipment like a frame or one of those horse things that you-’

‘Whoa, stop right there. Definitely TMI. Well, when I’m sober…’

‘So, bondage-lite for a start, a little domination. Sado-masochism?’

‘Spanking. That was go-ooood.’ Sian wriggled in her seat. ‘Which reminds me, his fingers went where they-’

‘No!’ Clare started giggling, ‘On a first date?’

‘He really seemed to enjoy giving. He was so masterful.’

Sian and Clare were enjoying a lunchtime coffee in one of the cafes lining Harford Green. Sian had texted Clare on her way home on the train, while she was still on a sexually gratified high. Clare insisted on meeting the next day.

‘So, what do I tell Chris, if he asks? Is Rob messing you around or not?’
Sian sat back and contemplated the situation, ‘Tell him nothing. Nothing happened.’

‘Mindfucking? Keeping him hanging?’

‘Perhaps. I just haven’t decided how I feel yet.’

‘So, what will you do next time you see Rob?’

‘I’ve no idea. There’s a chance he thinks I’m a bit of a nutter, which would be embarrassing. I didn’t know how to react when he went all…I don’t know, cruel?’

‘Cruel?’

‘Maybe more crude? A bit blunt. I wasn’t expecting to be romanced, things went a bit fast for that, but the way he spoke about what we’d done. I felt a bit hurt. And used.’ Sian stared into her coffee. ‘There’s also something I overheard, I don’t know whether getting involved is a good idea.’

‘Home game this weekend. You can’t miss that match, it’s a big cup game.’

Sian grimaced, ‘I’ll…I’ll just behave like it never happened. Neither time. Polite but friendly. Not think about jumping him again. Really not.’

‘You really think you can do that?’ asked Clare, raising an eyebrow.

‘I can try.’

 

This time Rob wasn’t teased for scratch marks down his back, instead they noticed a bite mark on his neck. The banter in the changing room after the showers wasn’t any better than before.

‘She must be a fox, mun. First scratches, now bites. OK boys, do we know who this vixen is?’

Marcus could only shake his head honestly; he hadn’t yet connected the woman he’d seen with Sian’s hasty exit. Gavin had his head buried in his kit bag so no one picked up his slight blush. A passing Chris only glared at Rob, daring him to say something.

A younger voice piped up from the other end of the changing room, ‘From my place, I did see a woman in a red dress strutting out of his flat. Didn’t see her face but she looked vaguely familiar from behind. Hot too.’

Another voice groaned quietly, ‘What is it about scrum halves that made them so bloody irritating? If it wasn’t Sam on a wind-up last year, it’s now Damo the fucking kid. Why won’t he shut the fuck up?’

Damian giggled on regardless, ‘I’d so do her, on her hands and knees, so it didn’t matter what her face looked like.’

Rob wasn’t expecting the flash of anger he experienced. He wanted to keep Sian to himself, how dare Damian! To cover his feelings, he turned his back to the rest of the players and towelled himself off.

He’d awoken that morning still confused by Sian’s exit, unsure what to do next and embarrassed by his behaviour. Should he call her again after last night, or was that too much like stalking? Sent a text to say sorry for being rude? He should have sent one last night, maybe the time had passed?

He wanted to have a word with Chris, but he’d just shrugged his shoulders at him and mimed that he knew nothing. Fuck.

Even more worrying was that he was hardening every time he remembered his exploits with Sian. When he remembered when she must have bitten him, that first time that night as she straddled him, squeezing him tightly as she came. Screaming into his neck.

Last night he’d started changing the sheets but the smell of them together had got him so hard, he had to stop for a wank, which felt confusingly unsatisfying without her there. She definitely would have lent a hand or two, or even a mouth. Her mouth, with that flicking tongue, sucking and licking him like a lollipop. He wanted to see her on her hands and knees, completely absorbed in enjoying his body. That first time where she used her boobs and swallowed everything? He thought that was so hot and natural. She really loved to lick him all over too, her obvious enjoyment feeding his own arousal.

It was a good thing Rob had continued dressing while thinking of her, otherwise he couldn’t have closed his jeans for the erection now straining against the heavy denim. He grabbed his bag, slinging the long shoulder strap so it covered his groin area and departed, waving a hand towards the catcalls and flying comments.

 

Heavily muscled legs surged and worked together with purpose as opposing legs and hands grappled for purchase. Slowly, the heaving mass of bodies rolled forward and down. Shouts and cries rang around the field as the home crowd cheered the action in front of them.

Sian gasped along with the rest and cheered, ‘Yes! We scored! Woohoo!’ She grinned happily, nudging Clare next to her, ‘Nice pushover try.’

Instead of the exposed, drizzle-swept terrace, for a change Sian was keeping Clare company up in the covered stand. Sarah was somewhere overseas for work; it was very unlike her to miss a home match but she’d said it couldn’t be helped.

They watched as the players untangled themselves and patted each other on the back. One mud-covered hulk got more pats than the rest, a filthy Rob. Only his clean, white smile stood out from the rest of his face until he grabbed a water bottle and doused himself so his features began to emerge.

In the gap between one of the opposition players needing attention and restarting the match, Sian watched him put fresh tape around his ears, globs of Vaseline on and around his head. She wasn’t the only one watching him.

A girlish giggle intruded into her thoughts, ‘That Rob’s a bit of all right, isn’t he?’

There were several younger girls a couple of rows below, shivering in their fashionable jackets and gossiping about most of the players. Sian had initially found them quite amusing, but after a while their tinny laughs and hair swishing had started to irritate.

Another hair toss, ‘I dunno, my dad says he’s a bit of a journeyman, going from club to club and filling in. Nothing special.’

‘Durr, you idiot, I was talking about him being a bit cute, in a rough and muscley way.’

‘You’re the idiot; it’s muscular, not muscley. You’re supposed to studying for an English A-level!’

‘I’d rather study Rob. In my A-level Art Life Drawing class.’

The girls dissolved into giggles and Sian allowed herself a wry smile, tamping down the snakes of doubt. She didn’t care, did she? ‘Drink, anyone?’

 

‘Oh, bollocks,’ swore Sian as her tipsy fingers knocked the change off the bar. She steadied herself against a stool and bent over, picking up the coins.

 

Despite being knackered after another eighty-minute match and full of post-match grub, Rob’s body was still on sexual high-alert. The sight of Sian’s curvy jean-clad arse wiggling as he walked into the bar made him groan aloud and curse as his cock plumped up.

Luckily the only person in the vicinity was Gavin who handed him a beer and grinned at his predicament, ‘You have got it bad, haven’t you?’

‘Fuck, yes.’ Rob dragged his gaze away from the fascinating view, and stared into his pint.

‘So, what happened? You looked like you were getting on so well when I…interrupted.’

‘I blew it. Said the wrong thing the wrong way.’

Gavin nodded, ‘Been there, done that. Birds can be sensitive after you’ve shagged them. Need to give ‘em a bit of a cwtch not smack ‘em in the chops, no matter what those shady books say.  You fucked up, mun.’

Rob raised his eyebrows at his young flatmate sounding so knowledgeable, ‘Ok, I know I’m going to regret this but what would you do now?’

‘Ignore her for a bit, mun. Play it cool. Get her coming after you once she’s no longer pissed off. You’ve already asked her out, why’s it up to you to do all the running?’

Rob frowned; not while he was still so horny. He glanced back towards Sian. She really looked good that day. For a change, her curly hair was twisted up in a knot, the slender, pale nape of her neck exposed above her dark red top. He wanted to kiss her there gently as he screwed her from behind.

Gavin carried on, ‘But before you’re able to do that tonight, you’ll have to go and knock one out. Calm down your hormones.’

‘Hah!’

Before he could continue further, the two of them were surrounded by several young girls, all swishing hair, high heels and giggles. ‘Hiya, I’m Tania, my dad’s on the committee. So…is either of you single?’

 

A couple of hours and several beers later, Rob was seriously considering Gavin’s advice. They’d moved on from the club to a local upmarket bar and Sian’s crowd were there also, on the other side of the room.

He was trying not to look her way at all, afraid that he wouldn’t stop in time. Now he knew what obsession was like. Incessant need to touch, to hold and to taste, he kept remembering events from the nights with her. When she had sucked him inside, ridden him like a horse as she searched for her own pleasure, or let him take control. Fuck, he was horny.

He had to stop it, before he embarrassed himself over her.

The nearest gents were on the other side of the bar, on his way past he saw her laughing and smiling at two besotted chaps from a rival team. He scowled and hastened to the sleekly decorated loo area, managing to nab a larger stall in the corner which even had a small window to the side covered with heavy damask curtains. Locking the door and leaning back against it, he unzipped immediately, his hands going to his already-hardening cock and tightening balls. He only just held back a groan from the temporary relief of touch.

A pool of spit and he easily started working himself. Up, down, squeeze, twist. Oh, that was so good. His mind replayed images of the two of them together. Sian smiling up at him as she held his cock, and her tongue on him that first morning. God, he was hard. Coming between her gorgeous tits. In her mouth. Her swallowing him up. Him restraining her, and her moans as he did what he wanted to her luscious body.

Pre-come oozed from the head, running down, mixing with his hand, making him more slippery. But not as slippery as her… Rob bit his lip and groaned as he came, spurting over the floor and narrowly missing his clothes. He breathed deeply as the last tremors shook him. Done.

In those few minutes, the loos had become busier which luckily had covered any noise he made. Unfortunately, impatience banged on the door, ‘Hurry up on the throne mate, there’s blokes dyin’ for a piss ‘ere.’

Rob panicked, looking around for something to wipe his cock and hands off on. He patted futilely at the empty toilet paper holder. There weren’t any spare rolls either. A light breeze from the small window gave him an idea. He waddled over to the curtains, selected an area hidden from view and carefully wiped himself enough to close his trousers. He rearranged the fabric, hiding the evidence apart from what was hardly visible on the floor.

A quick wash of his hands in the sink and he was presentable again, and a lot less horny. Thank fuck for that!

 

It was a strange evening. Sian pretended she was enjoying herself, certainly flirted with more men than she usually did. Rob was around, she thought she had caught a few hot gazes before he had looked away and turned his broad, club-shirt-covered back to her.

With her hair up, she couldn’t rely on her normal tendency to hide behind it. The crimson silk top with the deep cleavage and cinched waist paired with her jeans and red strappy heels made her feel girly and confident. And perhaps the vodka had helped a little with her confidence? She felt sexy and indestructible.

‘Wanna join us at a club? We’ll treat you,’ offered the taller of the two youngsters chatting her up.

She laughed and shook her head, ‘Nah, thanks. You’re both charming but I’m not in a clubbing mood tonight.’ And the last time she went clubbing, who did she meet? She caught a dark glower from the man in question as he barrelled past.

The boys took her refusal with good grace, leaving her with kisses on both cheeks and promises to go for a drink another time.

A short time later while she was leaning back against a pillar on the periphery of a conversation, Rob came out of the loos, moving a lot slower that time. She watched as he rejoined the Harford players in their red matching shirts. One of them she knew, Gavin, shot a glance her way, said something and bumped knuckles with Rob.

Hmmm, what was going on? While she was pondering, Rob turned to face her way. He laughed at something one of the others said, clinked his bottle and looked around.

His gaze passed over her without stopping, without acknowledgement. Ouch. Sian felt as if someone had physically slapped her. Ice trickled down her spine. Was he embarrassed to be seen with her? Even looking at her?

Fury grew within her at the thought, her inhibitions swept away by the alcohol she’d consumed. Fuck him and his attitude. A few steps was all it took. ‘Hi, Rob.’

Rob’s face was nonplussed, ‘What do you want?’

Sian leant in to murmur in his ear, ‘I want you. I want to lick and swallow you down like an ice-cream, to suck you like a lolly. I want you inside me, for you to fuck me and come until you feel like you’re turning inside out. I want you hard and fast, and slow and deep. And after we finish once, I want you to fuck me again, and again, and again.’ She nearly moaned but held it back. ‘But I know you don’t want me, and what I want…well, as my mother used to say, “Want, want, doesn’t get”. So I‘ll go to bed alone and think of how good you smell and how you felt inside me.’

She slowly straightened, avoiding his eyes. If she hadn’t aroused him, she’d aroused herself. She headed for the Ladies’, intent on tidying her make-up and using the loo before catching the train for the trip back to her flat.

Leaning over the mirror, she noted the flush in her cheeks, excitement glittering in her eyes. Just seeing Rob and remembering what they had shared was enough to do that. She rinsed her hands under the cool water, quelling the impulse to hide in there all night.

Time to go. Sian girded her loins and opened the door, seeing the exit clear for her escape. A few steps and she would be-

A strong arm circled her waist and she was pulled into a corner. She clutched at Rob’s biceps and squeaked in shock.

‘What the fuck made you think I didn’t want you? What do you think this is?’ Rob pulled her hips into his, forcing her against his bulging jeans. ‘I’ve only just come, then you whisper that litany of sex in my ear and I’m ready like a schoolboy again.’

Sian couldn’t stop herself rubbing against him, the ache increasing. She sucked in her breath with a gasp, trying to focus on why this was such a bad idea but Rob’s continuing torment was reminding her body of how good he felt.

‘Well?’ Rob was breathing heavily too. ‘Look, I’m sorry I was so rude to you, I really didn’t mean for you to take offence. I like you.’

‘I thought you were embarrassed to be seen with me?’

‘I thought you wanted things to be kept quiet?’

Another push of his hips and she gasped, ‘I don’t fucking care, just don’t stop!’

The bellowing voice of the landlord rang out, ‘Oi! You two, keep it family friendly or take it home!’

Half the bar, including the Harford boys, turned around to look for whoever was misbehaving.

‘Aye up boys, we’ve found the mystery woman.’

‘What’s up with that? They look good together. Can I watch this time?’ Damian grinned expectantly.

Sian hid her face in his neck with embarrassment.

Rob whispered mischievously in her ear, ‘Remember biting me there? As you sat across my cock, my hands-­’

‘Shut the fuck up before I come on the spot,’ growled Sian back.

‘I was serious, you know I’ve been ready for you all day, I’d only just calmed myself down shortly before you whispered in my ear and I was off again like a teenager. You don’t play fair.’ He punctuated that with another press of his hips into her, and a surreptitious squeeze of a breast.

‘Neither do you!’ she gasped.

‘Well, you’ll just have to wait.’ His hands moved to gently cup her face and he stared into her eyes, smiling lightly but seriously. ‘We need to have a proper chat, get to know each other before we jump into bed again.

Sian nodded in agreement as her arousal calmed to a simmer.

He lightly kissed her, ‘Let’s say a few words before we head off. Ready?’

She nodded and he took her hand and led her over to his friends as her confidence spiked. He wanted her to be by his side! He wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with her! She felt like a freeing weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

 

‘So much for your advice, Gav.’

‘It worked, didn’t it?’ Gavin grinned at them both. ‘Kill or cure, I was hoping she’d have a bit of a tiger in her.’

Rob scowled, ‘You twat.’

Bravery had obviously been an additive to Gavin’s beer, ‘Before I forget to say, nice tits honey.’

‘Glad you liked them, you’re not seeing them again. I’ll rip your balls off if you dare.’ Sian glanced at his crotch as Gavin winced.

Damian overheard that, ‘Ooh, feisty. I like ‘em hot. Fancy a threesome, Rob?’

‘Damian, I have one thing to say to you.’ Sian crooked a finger.

Damian grinned as he leant in towards her, his eyes dropping down to her cleavage, ‘Yes, sexy babe.’

Sian rolled her eyes, ‘A small matter you can help me with.’

‘Anything for you, gorgeous. I have plenty to spare, and not so small at that.’

‘Oh, do…fuck…off.’ She smiled angelically at him.

He blushed as all the rest of the boys guffawed at his embarrassment.

Rob chuckled and kissed her lightly, ‘I think that’s said it. Let’s be off.’

She waved happily to her friends as they exited the bar, hand-in-hand.

‘Want to go for that meal I never treated you to?’

Sian couldn’t hide her surprise, ‘I thought we’d be heading back to either of our places?’

‘I meant it about slowing things down. Let’s have a go at it. A few proper dates, maybe some that don’t end or even start in bed. See if we get on as well as I think we will.’

‘Great plan, agreed.’ She beamed.

‘As long as we shag often enough that you wear me out, I’ve been climbing the walls since I saw you last. Been rock hard most of the time with the need to be inside you.’

Sian gasped, and pinkened with arousal. ‘Rob!’

He held open a restaurant door for her, ‘Tapas, talking and teasing for the next hour. See if I can get you as hot for me as I’ve been for you.’

‘Hmmm, I’m already there so that shouldn’t be difficult,’ Sian promised, whispering. She glanced down as they were led to a secluded table, ‘There’s one more thing I need you to tell me though.’

‘What might that be?’

‘Is that stuff on your shoes what I think it is?’

*The End*…for now…

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