Playing Up (4 page)

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. Thought you had gone out. 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 gossip like 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,
different tastes.’

‘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.