Rough and Dirty

by Mina Carter

  Time to drive her wild all over again…

  Chapter 4

  Wet heat engulfed her nipple, sending a cascade of warm pleasure rolling through her body. Daisy shivered and held him to her, arching her back to offer more of her breasts up to his lips and mouth. Even though he had her bent over, she had no fear he would drop her. The steely strength in his frame was obvious, and if she was honest, a total turn-on. The fact that he was strong enough to break her in two if he felt like it made her shiver, all sorts of wanton thoughts running through her head.

  Her panties were long gone. The fabric of her dress was bunched about her waist, and with her bra cups tucked out of the way, everything was on show for him. Revealed. Naked. She moaned, the sound nearer a whimper, and shifted to run a foot up the outside of his leg. He growled, the vibration against her nipple making her eyes roll in her head then cupped her ass again. His other hand covered her nape, holding her still as he crowded her, dominated her.

  “Oh god, yeah. More,” she begged, rocking her hips against his. She wanted everything he had to give and then some. She wanted everything.

  “Don’t worry, love. You’ll get more.”

  He hooked his fingers behind her knee, pulling her leg up over his hip. The thick evidence of his arousal pressed against her right where she needed him, and her clit throbbed in time with the pulsing of his cock. At her gasp, he chuckled.

  “Yeah? You like that? There’s more where that came from, I promise you.”

  He hooked the other leg and hauled her into his arms. She squeaked and grabbed his shoulders, then moaned as he ground her down over his groin. The fabric of his pants rasped against her sensitive clit, her slick pussy lips dampening the front. Her cheeks flamed.

  “Hot,” he muttered, eyes glittering in the darkness. “And wet. God, that’s sexy.”

  He was sexy. Her breathing hitched as he walked onto the bed, on his knees, dropping her into the center. Within a heartbeat, he was over her, her breasts mashed to his chest as he hauled her hands over her head to pin them. Wordlessly she arched against him, loving the way he did that. Controlled her body, allowing her reactions to soar free. With a muttered curse, he pulled back to look at her.

  “That gets you going, doesn’t it?” His expression tightened with triumph and a deep, dark heat that had her quivering in excitement. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

  His movements sure, he reached over to the bedside table for something. The drawer opened and closed, but she couldn’t see what he was doing. Then something soft whispered over her arms. She looked up. A tie. As soft as silk, it made her shiver when he drew it across her skin. Teasing her with soft strokes against the underside of her arms.

  With slow movements, he drew it up her arms, watching her all the time as he wrapped it around her wrists, waiting for her to object. When she didn’t, he swore again, the words crude enough to bring a flush to her cheeks, and tightened the makeshift bonds. His hands shook as he tied a knot.

  The tension in his body made her quake as he sat on his heels to look at her. Spread over his bed, her hands tied above her head, she felt vulnerable and exposed, at the mercy of anything he wanted to do to her. A wave of heat hit her broadside. It was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.

  “Let’s get rid of this,” he murmured, and slid her bunched dress over her hips. Lifting one foot then the other, still with her shoes on, she helped him remove the garment, her breasts jiggling with the movement.

  His gaze burned as he looked at her, the dress dropped, forgotten, onto the floor beside the bed. Tension rose between them as he reached out a large hand and wrapped it around one of her ankles. With rough movements that betrayed his need, he yanked her legs open to gaze on her exposed pussy. She bit her lip, waiting for a reaction.

  “Perfect,” he growled, divesting himself of his shirt so quickly she heard fabric tear and at least one button ping free.

  Then he was there, shouldering her legs further apart. She barely had a moment to think before his hot breath washed over her. She froze, her entire body humming in anticipation. The moment stretched out, the comforting blackness of the room surrounding them in their own little cocoon, like nothing existed beyond the bed with it’s cool, cotton sheets, the two of them, and the tension which bound them together.

  He licked, and her breath punched from her lungs in a rush. One quick flicker of his tongue. A warm, wet swipe that drew her hips off the bed in an unconscious jerk.

  Oh my, that felt good. So good.

  She bit her lip to smother a moan, pulling on her makeshift bonds to anchor herself as he licked again. He took his time, a long, slow stroke of pleasure. Short and fast followed long and slow, then back again. The two alternated as he learned the shape and taste of her. Deep moans rumbled from his chest as he parted her with gentle fingers.

  Homing in on her clit, he nibbled and licked. Built the tension in her needy body almost to a fever pitch. The fact that she’d already come harder than she could ever recall didn’t seem to make a difference to the heat and need holding her body in thrall. She couldn’t help the breathy moans that escaped her lips, nor stop the little rocks of her hips as her body sought more of the pleasure he offered her. Pleasure that came with the sharp bite of need as her body tightened. But there was more.

  Moving down, he teased her by running his clever tongue around the entrance to her cunt. Before she could murmur in frustration, not too proud to beg, he stabbed deep, thrusting in and out.

  “Ohh…”

  The sound that issued from her lips was as liquid as the heat that bathed his tongue, her body signaling its readiness for him. For whatever he wanted. He murmured in approval, lapping it up and moved up to latch onto her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he pulled the small bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucked, then shot open when he reached up and pinched her nipple. The pleasure-pain shot right through her, drawing a line between her breast and her pussy.

  A writhing mass of need and tension, she shoved her hips harder against his face. She needed this...needed to come again. As quickly as possible. Now. Sooner.

  He pulled away. The wash of cold air over her exposed lower body was like being hit by an icy wave. She shivered and looked up. Rapidly blinking, she tried to clear the erotic spell he’d woven around her.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Sudden panic set in as he gazed at her. His expression was unreadable. She swallowed, the sound a dry click in her throat. Crap. She was tied to the bed of a man she’d known for less than twenty-four hours. What a damn stupid thing to do. He could be into anything...any kind of kinky shit, and tied up as she was, there was nothing she could do about it.

  As though he could read the fears rolling through her mind, feeding her more horrific images, he reached out and ran a soothing hand up her leg.

  “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

  His voice was so low and heartfelt that, in an instant, all her fears melted away. And it wasn’t as if he’d been trying to hide either of their identities in the pub. It wouldn’t have taken a genius to figure they were headed back to bang each other’s brains out. The roughness of his palm abraded the soft skin of her thigh, and she shivered again, the arousal that had been dampened by her fear flooding in to consume her.

  She couldn’t stop looking at him. His broad shoulders and wide chest were wreathed in heavy muscle that she ached to explore with her lips and tongue, while his narrow waist led down into lean hips and the powerful thighs of a runner. After years of watching the Sharks in action, she knew all about his explosive action on the pitch. Now she had all that power and speed to herself.

  A shiver hit her broadside, the quiver in her stomach doing nothing to erase the heat in her blood, and her gaze dropped lower. That didn’t help, her attention caught on the bulge in his pants. She’d felt it pressing into her belly, hard and heavy, but now it looked huge. Her eyes widened as the fabric pulled, outlining the rigid shaft. Oh my, would it even fit?


  He let go of her leg to ease off the bed. Every movement was a study in masculine grace. Heat flushed her cheeks, and then washed over her body as he dropped his hands to his belt. Shit. He’d made her come twice, but she hadn’t done anything for him. Damn selfish cow. She pulled on her wrists, and his hands stopped moving.

  “Something wrong?”

  “Let me go,” she begged. “I need...want to touch you.”

  His chuckle was immediate and so wicked that she felt another rush of liquid heat slide from her.

  “Love, if I let you touch me now, then it’ll be all she wrote. And I plan to make this last as long as possible...savor it as I make you come again and again, until you’re hoarse from screaming my name.”

  He yanked open his belt, ripped the zipper open at the same time to release his cock. Long and thick, it arched against his stomach, the flushed purple head a proud statement of his masculinity and virility.

  She whimpered, trying to suppress the sound of need and failing miserably. She needed this. Oh God, did she need this. Her work didn’t leave much time for personal relationships so the last time had been... Waaay too long ago to think about. With him shoving his pants down, divesting himself of his shoes and socks in the same economical movement, to stand naked in front of her, she wasn’t capable of that kind of mental arithmetic. No way, no how.

  In fact, all she could do was watch him reach into the little drawer on the bedside cabinet again and extract a small foil packet. Strong fingers made short work of the wrapper, and his eyes didn’t leave hers as he rolled the thin sheath over the luscious length of his cock.

  He stepped forward, the bed dipping again as he planted a knee between her spread thighs. She couldn’t look away, her gaze locked to storm-grey eyes as he crawled over her. The banked power and tension in his body hit her deep in the stomach. Primal female instincts urged her to surrender to him. Offer everything that she had, everything that she was.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, a hand skimming the outside of her thigh even as he used a hard knee to part her legs wider. Threading his arm through hers, he slid his forearm beneath her neck and lowered himself over her. Surrounding her, protecting her, and creating a world inhabited by just the two of them.

  He lowered his head to claim her lips again, his kiss as innocent as if they weren’t pressed together naked. The tip of his cock brushed against her folds as his lips caressed hers, light and sweet. She parted her lips, desperate for more, but he switched his attention to her jaw, nibbling and kissing along it to nuzzle under her ear. Her body went boneless. The moan which left her lips shattering the silence in the room too soft and sexy to ever be her. Surely?

  Then he was back. His mouth covered hers, tongue parting her lips to drive inside with a power and dominance that stole her breath. At the same moment, he dipped his hips, fingers spreading her lower lips as he fit the broad head of his cock against her. She moaned, anticipation coiling within her, but it was short-lived. With a hard thrust of his hips, he pressed into her.

  Pleasure became a burn, a hard ache as her body gave under the penetration. Even as slick as she was after he’d brought her to orgasm twice, it was still a tight fit. Breaking the kiss, she turned against the strong curve of his arm and shoulder, and held her breath as he pushed deeper.

  “Breathe, love. It’ll feel good soon,” he promised, his lips against her temple.

  It already felt good, the little burn promising bloody fantastic things to come, but she nodded anyway. Her breathing hitched when he paused and pulled away a little, before pushing forward again. Back and forth, he worked his way inside her in small jerks that sent ripples through her body. She felt him bottom out at the same moment a deep groan rolled through his broad chest.

  “God, that feels fantastic. You feel fantastic.” He looked at her with concern in his eyes. His voice was a little hesitant when he asked, “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  The small shake of her head dissolved the tension in his shoulders, and the worried look in his eyes was replaced with pure heat. “Good.”

  There was no more talking. He pulled back until he was almost out of her, and then slid in again, holding her gaze all the way. She saw everything. Every reaction in his eyes, flare of his nostrils, change in his expression as he pulled back and powered into her again and again.

  She ached to hold him in her arms, but settled for arching against him. Rocked her hips to match each thrust and giving him everything she had while he watched her, and she watched him.

  She’d never done that before. Never had sex that was so open and honest. And it was mind-blowing. Absolutely mind-blowing.

  Tension built, wound tighter with each heavy thrust of his hips against hers, each time her pussy throbbed around his cock and each time he rolled his hips against hers, pressing against the walls of her channel in ways that made her eyes want to cross. The sounds of sex filled the room; soft moans wrapped around deeper, masculine groans and the slap of skin against skin.

  Then it was all too much. The orgasm came from nowhere and hit her broadside. No familiar tightening, no warning... she went over the edge without realizing it was even there. Ecstasy exploded deep within her, forcing a scream, a name, from her lips as it rippled outwards to envelope her entire body.

  He swore as her pussy clenched hard around him, gripping and milking his cock as she rode the waves. Yanking the ties from her wrists, he pulled her into his arms and rolled, settling her into his lap to impale her on his cock. She cried again, the deeper penetration forcing more pleasure through her body until she lost where she ended and he began.

  His fingers bit into her hips, thrusting stronger, more powerful as he drove up into her. His face stretched into a grimace, eyes finally closing and releasing her gaze. With a roar, he slammed into her a last time, body rigid as he came deep within her.

  Fuck.

  That. Was. Amazing.

  Will blinked away the gray from the edges of his vision and looked at the angel straddling his lap. Sure, with his cock still buried balls deep in her sweet pussy, she was more of a dirty angel, but he didn’t care. She was perfect. Everything about her, from her sweet, instinctive responses to the sexy little moans that drove him wild, was perfect.

  She had her head dropped back, hair flowing over her shoulders. Her hands on his chest pushed her breasts forward, the pink-tipped tipped mounds making his mouth water. If he could take an image from his head and put it on canvas, it would have been that one so he could look at it for a lifetime.

  His cock pulsed, his mouth watering as he sat up with her in his lap to flick his tongue over one of those delectable treats. She squeaked, clutching at his shoulders, instinctively trusting him to support her in a way that fed his male pride.

  “Hey! We just finished,” she argued, her words trailing off into a moan when he pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked.

  Releasing it with a pop, he grinned up at her.

  “Buckle up then love, because I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”

  Outflanked

  Chapter 1

  “Sharks…Sharks…Sharks…Sharks!”

  The deafening roar of the crowd washed over the Strathstow Sharks as they ran down the tunnel from the dressing rooms. The sound of studs clattering against the floor filled the air as over twenty men headed for the pitch. Sandwiched between two leaner players, Prop Harry James squinted as he emerged from the tunnel and followed the guy in front of him out onto the turf. The noise from the crowd increased as he appeared. His name interspersed with the cry of the team name—a fact which filled him with pride.

  Since his arrival on the team last year, he’d become a fan favorite within weeks, something unprecedented for the fickle Sharks’ fans. They were known to take a while, sometimes years, to warm up to a new player, and gave preference to those from the local area who’d come up through the team’s academy program.

  “GO, JAMES!” A female voice screamed from behind the subs' bench
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  He allowed himself a small smile and lifted a hand in acknowledgement, which got another screamed reference to God. Had to keep the ladies happy. He knew a large part of his popularity was his appearance, especially with the female fans.

  Playing prop meant that physically he was powerful, with the heavy build required of the demanding front row position, but he worked at it. Fitness had always been his calling. The gym was his second home, and weights had always been his best friends. From the neck up, he was nothing to write home about, but despite the brutality of the game, he’d avoided getting busted up too much. Sure, one ear needed syringing after most games to stop blood collecting and cauliflower ear developing. Because of that he’d been forced to start wearing a scrum-cap, but since the other two on the front row did as well, he wasn’t the odd one out anymore. Besides, he liked to tease the coaching staff that he was going to wear a pink cap. The expression on their faces was worth it alone.

  Reaching his designated position ready for kick-off, he allowed his gaze to wander to the side of the pitch. Searching for one figure amongst the team support staff had become part of his pre-game ritual. It didn’t take long to find the lone female figure amongst the team physical therapists. Petite and with the kind of curves to tempt a saint, he’d had his eye on Ashley Parks since his arrival on the Sharks last year. So much so, he’d developed a “cramp” problem whenever she was around to ensure he got her pretty hands on his legs whenever he could. The other players had cottoned onto him, nicknaming him “Crampy James,” but he didn’t care. All that mattered was that she was here, at every game. One day, he might even drum up the courage to say something to her.

  As though feeling his gaze on her, she glanced around. Not yet bundled up against the cold of the oncoming winter, her dark hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, the ends bouncing across her shoulders. Swamped by the fluorescent tabard with ‘physio’ stamped across it, he couldn’t see much of her figure, but her brilliant smile and wave made up for that. Satisfaction surged through him as he rolled his shoulder and neck to make them crack. All was right with the world now. It was his birthday, he had game-time today, and his girl was watching him do what he did best.