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