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  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. More fingers, all of them, stretching her tight.

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

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

  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. Hands clenching her buttocks, 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 clutched tighter, loving the friction he was creating with his hands.

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

  One set of his fingertips were reaching further, into the crack between her buttocks. Sweet fire blasted up her spine and she yelped at the new sensation. Her chest bellowed as she tried to gain breath. It was strange, but incredible pleasure at the same time. Some fingers pushed further in, some 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, we’ll see how much you can really take.’ 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, spanking, a little more experimentation, 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 Three

  ‘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. And his tongue? Wow.’ Sian shivered and squeezed her thighs together. Even talking about it was winding her up again.

  She 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 breasts 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.