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  ‘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 fing
ers 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 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.’