Playing Up (2 page)

‘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 felt 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.

‘Are you going to 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. His thrusts hit
her above where he entered her, and the extra contact was all she
needed.

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 partly on top of her, gasping
deeply. ‘Wow.’

They took several minutes to catch their
breath, their bodies still rubbing together. He felt great on 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, though the cubicle is rather
small.’

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. Would he stay.
or have changed his mind and gone?

Her shoulders sagged with relief when she saw
him waiting outside the bathroom door, still 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. ‘I just needed time to recover.’ He laughed, ‘Although not
as much as I thought.’

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.

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 before 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.