Playing Up (6 page)

‘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.

Sian gasped along with the rest and cheered,
‘Yes! We scored! Woohoo!’ She grinned happily, nudging Clare next
to her, ‘Nice pushover try.’

Instead of the exposed, drizzle-swept
terrace, for a change Sian was keeping Clare company up in the
covered stand. Sarah was somewhere overseas for work; it was very
unlike her to miss a home match but she’d said it couldn’t be
helped.

They watched as the players untangled
themselves and patted each other on the back. One mud-covered hulk
got more pats than the rest, a filthy Rob. Only his clean, white
smile stood out from the rest of his face until he grabbed a water
bottle and doused himself so his features began to emerge.

In the gap between one of the opposition
players needing attention and restarting the match, Sian watched
him put fresh tape around his ears, globs of Vaseline on and around
his head. She wasn’t the only one watching him.

A girlish giggle intruded into her thoughts,
‘That Rob’s a bit of all right, isn’t he?’

There were several younger girls a couple of
rows below, shivering in their fashionable jackets and gossiping
about most of the players. Sian had initially found them quite
amusing, but after a while their tinny laughs and hair swishing had
started to irritate.

Another hair toss, ‘I dunno, my dad says he’s
a bit of a journeyman, going from club to club and filling in.
Nothing special.’

‘Durr, you idiot, I was talking about him
being a bit cute, in a rough and muscley way.’

‘You’re the idiot; it’s muscular, not
muscley. You’re supposed to studying for an English A-level!’

‘I’d rather study Rob. In my A-level Art Life
Drawing class.’

The girls dissolved into giggles and Sian
allowed herself a wry smile, tamping down the snakes of doubt. She
didn’t care,
did she
? ‘Drink, anyone?’

‘Oh, bollocks,’ swore Sian as her tipsy
fingers knocked the change off the bar. She steadied herself
against a stool and bent over, picking up the coins.

Despite being knackered after another
eighty-minute match and full of post-match grub, Rob’s body was
still on sexual high-alert. The sight of Sian’s curvy jean-clad
arse wiggling as he walked into the bar made him groan aloud and
curse as his cock plumped up.

Luckily the only person in the vicinity was
Gavin who handed him a beer and grinned at his predicament, ‘You
have got it bad, haven’t you?’

‘Fuck, yes.’ Rob dragged his gaze away from
the fascinating view, and stared into his pint.

‘So, what happened? You looked like you were
getting on so well when I...interrupted.’

‘I blew it. Said the wrong thing the wrong
way.’

Gavin nodded, ‘Been there, done that. Birds
can be sensitive after you’ve shagged them. Need to give ‘em a bit
of a cwtch not smack ‘em in the chops, no matter what those shady
books say. You fucked up, mun.’

Rob raised his eyebrows at his young flatmate
sounding so knowledgeable, ‘Ok, I know I’m going to regret this but
what would you do now?’

‘Ignore her for a bit, mun. Play it cool. Get
her coming after you once she’s no longer pissed off. You’ve
already asked her out, why’s it up to you to do all the
running?’

Rob frowned; not while he was still so horny.
He glanced back towards Sian. She really looked good that day. For
a change, her curly hair was twisted up in a knot, the slender,
pale nape of her neck exposed above her dark red top. He wanted to
kiss her there gently as he screwed her from behind.

Gavin carried on, ‘But before you’re able to
do that tonight, you’ll have to go and knock one out. Calm down
your hormones.’

‘Hah!’

Before he could continue, the two of them
were surrounded by several young girls, all swishing hair, high
heels and giggles. ‘Hiya boys, I’m Tania, my dad’s on the
committee. So...are either of you single?’

A couple of hours and several beers later,
Rob was seriously considering Gavin’s advice. They’d moved on from
the club to a local upmarket bar and Sian’s crowd were there also,
on the other side of the room.

He was trying not to look her way at all,
afraid that he wouldn’t stop in time. Now he knew what obsession
was like. Incessant need to touch, to hold and to taste, he kept
remembering events from the nights with her. When she had sucked
him inside, ridden him like a stallion as she searched for her own
pleasure, or let him take control. Fuck, he was horny.

He had to stop it, before he embarrassed
himself over her.

The nearest gents were on the other side of
the bar, on his way past he saw her laughing and smiling at two
besotted chaps from a rival team. He scowled and hastened to the
sleekly decorated loo area, managing to nab a larger stall in the
corner which even had a small window to the side covered with heavy
damask curtains. Locking the door and leaning back against it, he
unzipped immediately, his hands going to his already-hardening cock
and tightening balls. He only just held back a groan from the
temporary relief of touch.

A pool of spit and he easily started working
himself. Up, down, squeeze, twist.
Oh, that was so good
. His
mind replayed images of the two of them together. Sian smiling up
at him as she held his cock, and her tongue on him that first
morning.
God, he was hard
. Coming between her gorgeous tits.
In her mouth. Her swallowing him up. Him restraining her, and her
moans as he did what he wanted to her luscious body.

Pre-come oozed from the head, running down,
mixing with his hand, making him more slippery. But not as slippery
as her... Rob bit his lip and groaned as he came, spurting over the
floor and narrowly missing his clothes. He breathed deeply as the
last tremors shook him.
Done
.

In those few minutes, the loos had become
busier which luckily had covered any noise he made. Unfortunately,
impatience banged on the door, ‘Hurry up on the throne mate,
there’s blokes dyin’ for a piss ‘ere. We’re crowded as fuck around
the trough.’

Rob panicked, looking around for something to
wipe his cock and hands off on. He patted futilely at the empty
toilet paper holder. There weren’t any spare rolls either. A light
breeze from the small window gave him an idea. He waddled over to
the curtains, selected an area hidden from view and carefully wiped
himself enough to close his trousers. He rearranged the fabric,
hiding the evidence apart from what was hardly visible on the
floor.

A quick wash of his hands in the sink and he
was presentable again, and a lot less horny.
Thank fuck for
that
!

It was a strange evening. Sian pretended she
was enjoying herself, certainly flirted with more men than she
usually did. Rob was around, she thought she had caught a few hot
gazes before he had looked away and turned his broad,
club-shirt-covered back to her.

With her hair up, she couldn’t rely on her
normal tendency to hide behind it. The crimson silk top with the
deep cleavage and cinched waist paired with her jeans and red
strappy heels made her feel girly and confident. And perhaps the
vodka had helped a little with her confidence? She felt sexy and
indestructible.

‘Wanna join us at a club? We’ll treat you,’
offered the taller of the two youngsters chatting her up.

She laughed and shook her head, ‘Nah, thanks.
You’re both charming but I’m not in a clubbing mood tonight.’ And
the last time she went clubbing, who did she meet? She caught a
dark glower from the man in question as he barrelled past.

The boys took her refusal with good grace,
leaving her with kisses on both cheeks and promises to go for a
drink another time.

A short time later while she was leaning back
against a pillar on the periphery of a conversation, Rob came out
of the loos, moving a lot slower that time. She watched as he
rejoined the Harford players in their red matching shirts. One of
them she knew, Gavin, shot a glance her way, said something and
bumped knuckles with Rob.

Hmmm, what was going on
? While she was
pondering, Rob turned to face her way. He laughed at something one
of the others said, clinked his bottle and looked around.

His gaze passed over her without stopping,
without acknowledgement.
Ouch
. Sian felt as if someone had
physically slapped her. Ice trickled down her spine. Was he
embarrassed to be seen with her? Even looking at her?

Fury grew within her at the thought, her
inhibitions swept away by the alcohol she’d consumed. Fuck him and
his attitude. A few steps was all it took. ‘Hi, Rob.’

Rob’s face was nonplussed, ‘What do you
want?’

Sian leant in to murmur in his ear, ‘I want
you. I want to lick and swallow you down like an ice-cream, to suck
you like a lolly. I want you inside me, for you to fuck me and come
until you feel like you’re turning inside out. I want you hard and
fast, and slow and deep. And after we finish once, I want you to
fuck me again, and again, and again.’ She nearly moaned but held it
back. ‘But I know you don’t want me, and what I want…well, as my
mother used to say, “Want, want, doesn’t get”. So I‘ll go to bed
alone and think of how good you smell and how fucking fantastic you
felt hot and strong inside and around me.’