A Bit of Rough Page 2

  Soon, Drew mumbled to me that he was about to come. I was impressed that he'd lasted this long, but then, what else should one expect from a love god?

  A few thrusts later, he dug his fingers harder into my flesh, which sent a jolt through my pussy. Then he suddenly stopped moving. I soon discovered why when his cock twitched inside me as he spurted his release into the condom. My still-sensitized pussy felt everything and twitched involuntarily at the movement, causing us both to groan at the sensation. Seconds later, Drew's climax abated.

  Spent, he partially collapsed against my back. Too exhausted to hold even my own weight, I rolled him off to one side, and we both flopped onto the bed.

  Closing my eyes, I relaxed, waiting for my heart rate and breathing to start returning to normal. I was half-aware of Drew rolling off the bed and padding into the bathroom. I wasn't even a quarter aware when he came back and joined me on the bed, spooning me and flinging an arm over my waist.

  A while later, though, I was fully aware when I came to and felt an unmistakable erection pressed into my buttocks. I had no idea what time it was or how long we'd been asleep. All I knew was that Mr. Animal-Between-the-Sheets was ready to go again. More astonishingly, the moist heat between my legs told me that I was, too.

  This man was obviously a bad influence on me, turning me into some kind of sex-mad harlot. Though quite frankly, my dear, I didn't give a fuck. So in harlot-like fashion, I started to wake him up by wriggling my ass against his hard-on. Soon, he responded by idly thrusting toward me. I still didn't know if he was properly awake or not, and I didn't want to waste that erection, so I rolled over to face him. With my hand wrapped firmly around his cock, I stroked it, whilst pressing my lips to his. I kept my eyes open to see his reaction. It was priceless.

  His eyes went wide as he woke up. As he became more aware of his body, he looked down at my pale hand moving up and down his shaft.

  "Mmm, nice way to wake up."

  "I think you'll find that you started it. You woke me up by pressing something stiff against my bottom."

  "I'm sorry; I can't help what I do when I'm asleep."

  "Don't be sorry," I replied, working my hand faster on his cock now. "Just make it up to me."

  "My pleasure."

  This time, Drew pulled me so I was on top of him, and I continued to work on his cock, my tits swaying with the movement. He reached up to capture them in his hands, and squeezed and stroked the soft mounds of flesh, distracting me from what I was doing, making me lose my rhythm. He pinched both my nipples, causing me to tighten my hand around him. We both yelped, and he laughed softly, sitting up.

  Capturing the side of my face in one hand, he kissed me deeply. I returned the gesture and soon the atmosphere was so smolderingly hot that I'm surprised we didn't cause a fire. My swollen pussy leaked juices onto his thigh, much to my embarrassment. He either didn't notice or didn't care, because he pulled away from my mouth, only to cup my tits once more.

  Pushing them together, he lashed them with his tongue. Long, luxurious strokes across each of my nipples in turn left them aching for more. Naturally, Drew intended to supply more, much more. Popping one of my teats into his mouth, he sucked the bud so hard I knew he'd leave a mark. Once he was satisfied that he'd tormented that nipple enough, he moved across to my other one, giving it the same treatment. Meanwhile, his cooling saliva on the first nub left it so stiff and aching for contact that I couldn't resist touching it.

  I reached up, rubbing my palm across the hardened peak, then tightening my fingers around my breast, squeezing and gripping as Drew pleasured its twin. He glanced across without disentangling from my nipple and saw what I was doing.

  Seeing me touch myself obviously did it for him, as he growled, a noise deep in his throat that vibrated through my flesh and made me want him even more.

  Suddenly, he pulled his face away from me, removing my breast from his mouth with an audible pop and lay back on the bed. I glanced down at his cock, still standing proud and saying hello to his belly button.

  But before I could do anything, Drew said, "No, not yet. Come sit on my face."

  I've never been a fan of this particular position, as I've always felt like I'm going to suffocate the poor bloke beneath me. But the way he said it made me feel like there was nothing in the world he wanted more at that moment. And after the pleasure he'd given me, who was I to refuse?

  Shuffling up his body, I spread my legs over his head and lowered myself onto his face. I reached out my arms to brace myself against the wall. And not a moment too soon, either, because as soon as he could reach, his mouth was on me.

  His hands came up between my legs and spread my pussy lips, giving him better access to the wet and sensitive flesh within.

  He ran his tongue the length of my seam, licking up the copious juices that seeped out. Flicking repeatedly over my clit, he had to move one hand to my bum to hold me still as I bucked against his mouth. He played within my folds, taking his time, exploring every millimeter, until I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. Then he sucked my clitoris into his mouth, and I was definitely somewhere that was not Planet Earth. White spots danced before my eyes as he tugged at the little bundle of nerve endings, and I felt another orgasm begin to coil inside me.

  Moving one hand, he slipped a finger inside me. I was so wet, that his finger met with no resistance whatsoever. Drew wriggled and pumped the digit inside me, then removed it. Covered now in my juices, he spread his finger over the tight pucker nestled between my ass cheeks. I was so horny I didn't resist as he gently speared my anus with his lubricated digit. Once it was in as far as it would go, he pumped slowly in and out of me, though never pulling out completely.

  The excruciating pleasure of his mouth on my clit, coupled with his finger invading my back passage soon wound my orgasm up tight. Another finger, this time inside my cunt, let it go. My climax sprang free, making me rear up from my brace position and tangle my fingers in Drew's hair, riding his face as my juices ran down my thighs.

  It was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had, and it left me feeling completely boneless. Luckily, Drew grabbed me before I did smother him between my legs and pushed me onto his lap. His cock, ever eager, bobbed between our bodies, wanting in on the action.

  "You have to just give me a minute. I don't feel like I can move."

  "Not a problem. Your pussy is worth waiting for."

  Some part of my mind wondered how many girls he'd said that to in the past, but the rest of my mind didn't give a shit. I wanted him in me, again. I just couldn't get enough of his cock.

  When I'd recovered enough to regain the use of my limbs, I said, "How do you want me?"

  "As you are, sweet thing. I want you to ride me."

  "OK, cowboy."

  Grinning, he grabbed another condom from his stash and wasted no time in opening the packet and putting it on. Watching his hand stroke down his shaft forced another trickle of arousal to ooze from my swollen pussy. We moved up the bed so Drew's back was against the headboard, and I sat on him.

  Again, I marveled at the feeling of his cock parting my labia and spearing my cunt, stretching my walls to accommodate him. Soon, he was balls-deep inside me, and I clung to him like a limpet. In this position, my breasts were level with his head, and he pushed them together and buried his face between them, causing that bad-boy stubble to scrape across my skin, leaving gooseflesh and erect nipples in its wake.

  I moved on him, steadying myself with hands on his shoulders. Reaching around my grip my ass, he pushed down with his hands on my downstroke and lifted on the up. I knew he was getting closer when he began to push and pull more quickly than I was moving, encouraging me to go faster.

  I rode him as hard as I possibly could, and yet he hissed at me, "Faster, ride me harder."

  "I can't."

  "Hang on."

  We changed position slightly. Drew knelt on the bed, and I sat astride him, my ankles crossed behind his buttocks. This way, we could both thrus
t. And thrust we did. It was like "sex in the movies" kind of sex. We bounced against one another like it was our last day on earth, sweat pouring off us, and noises coming from our mouths that sounded like a bad porn film.

  His arms were wrapped around me, pulling me tight to him as his shaft invaded my depths. Every now and again, he went so deep he brushed against my cervix. But I was so high on arousal I barely noticed. I was crazy with lust and greedy for another orgasm. It seemed the more I had, the more I wanted.

  I grasped his hair between my fingertips, pulled his head back, and said, every inch the porn actress, "Fuck me baby, I want you to spunk inside me."

  Speaking eloquently was not on Drew's mind either, as he simply grunted,

  "Uhh-yeah!"

  The force of his orgasm had me teetering on the edge of my own. A few deft strokes of my clit, and I was there, my cunt grasping wildly at the shaft buried inside it. Neither of us moved, riding out our blissful simultaneous orgasms.

  A short while later, we disentangled our limbs—and other parts—and dove under the covers to recuperate. As I drifted off to sleep, once more I had a silly smile on my face—the type one often wears when they've had completely mind-blowing, life-altering sex.

  Although I was knackered by now, I didn't get much sleep that night. Or the night after. In fact, I didn't make it home all weekend. Didn't even make it out of Drew's flat. Instead, we stayed in, raiding his cupboards and ordering takeaways in between fucking. We screwed in positions the Kama Sutra's never even heard of, and he wrung orgasm after orgasm out of my tormented body.

  Naturally, we weren't doing it twenty-four-seven, but the in-between times were a reminder of exactly why Drew was only ever going to be a shag. We had very little in common. In fact, everything we did that didn't involve being naked was a chore. We couldn't agree on food or movies. When we talked, he talked about himself as though he was the most interesting person on the planet. Unfortunately, that wasn't true. But it didn't bother me too much. It was just filler for the recovery times between being horizontal. That horizontal time more than made up for the downtime. My body certainly thanked me for it.

  When I eventually dragged myself home, I was as weak as a newborn kitten, but I'd never felt so smug and sexually satisfied in my life.

  Let's just say that my bit of rough did not end up being a one-off. But I didn't introduce him to my parents, either. We were too busy indulging in no-strings shagging to leave the house, let alone meet anyone. He scratched my itch in a way I never thought was possible in a casual relationship. Poor Drew was never going to be Mr. Right material. But he definitely qualified as Mr. Right-Now.

  ~The End~

  About the Author

  During Lucy's first year studying Creative Writing at the University of Derby, she was dared to write an erotic story. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance and Xcite Books.

  Learn more about Lucy online at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.

  And coming June 6, 2011, from Lucy Felthouse and Noble Romance Publishing, Bite with Height, a sizzling paranormal, lesbian erotic romance: When Meg spots a young woman alone in the Pigalle district of Paris at night, she's intrigued. She has to know her story and find out why she looks so sad and alone.

  After introducing herself, Meg realizes that she and Grace have a lot in common. But when they decide to go and grab a drink together, they discover a mutual love that could bond them forever.