Playing Up (3 page)

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 to sound.

He still gazed at her. It became more than
awkward. She turned around and stalked out to the kitchen, filling
a glass with 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. It was her turn to
stare 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 Two

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 terraces? The one
with several women in, the women who are keen on the game and not
just here to watch 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.’

‘Tomorrow night, seven 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 the
next evening, 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.