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 puurrrrr? he rolled, 'Or hiss?'
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 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, there were far prettier girls around. Skinny girls who usually lay in the sack like dead fish, not wanting to muss their hair or spoil their make-up. 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 eager hard-on.
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, one of whom, Alex, the scrum half, was waiting by his bag.
Rob nodded at him and started pulling his shorts on.
Alex cleared his throat, 'You know my wife, Clare?'
'Kind of.'
'You know Tom's wife, Sarah?'
'The elegant brunette?'
'Yes. Well, you know Tom and I would do anything to keep our wives happy.'
'That's understandable.'
'Don't treat Sian badly. Don't talk about her, don't denigrate her to the squad. She doesn't sleep around, that's the first time I've even seen her with a bloke so don't assume she's easy. Or else. If our wives get upset...' Alex didn't have the sheer bulk of muscles Rob carried but Rob knew he could look after himself. The assistant coach, Tom, did, and more besides, plus they both fought dirty when necessary.
'Message received and understood. Now could I have her number please?'
Alex laughed, 'You've got some nerve.'
'I forgot to ask her for it.'
'You were busy?'
Rob gave Alex a measured look, 'You testing me? I told you all,' he mimed zipping his lips shut.
Alex grinned ruefully, 'Just joking. I'll check with Clare that she wants you to have it and text later.' He patted Rob on the shoulder and left.
Rob sighed, 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 Alex to give it to him.'
Sian laughed harshly, 'Thanks but he's never going to call, not if Alex 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, 'Alex did it off his own bat, he's trying to make me happy so don't get mad at him. He's just clueless sometimes.'
They were sitting in a pub in Harford having a late Sunday lunch. Sian had called Clare to apologise for disappearing the previous night but Clare had seen her and Rob disappearing together and correctly added two plus two.
Sian's phone started beeping, she glanced at the display screen but the number was unfamiliar.
'Is it him?' asked Clare, hands clasped hopefully beneath her chin.
'Maybe,' admitted Sian, hitting the answer button and trying to ignore the butterflies swarming in her stomach. 'Hello?'
'Hi,' a familiar, deep voice rumbled, 'Taken any spills today?'
For a moment Sian's brow creased in puzzlement, 'Oh, I haven't even teetered if that's what you mean.'
'Not without me there to catch you,' rumbled the voice. 'Fancy a drink?'
'Err...okay.'
'Tonight, eight at...' There was an expectant pause.
'What about the White Lion, it's off Harford High Street?'
