“Wait here,” he said. “Don’t move. Don’t even think about moving. Don’t phone or text anybody. I’ll be five minutes tops.”
He jerked her over to the bed and left, letting the door click behind him.
Laura was usually pretty cool in a crisis, but even she was thrown by this. She was even a tiny bit scared. She thought of calling Daddy and asking him to come and pick her up, but then her curiosity about Rocky won over the remnants of her common sense and she decided to do as he had said and just wait.
There were nicer places to do it, she was sure. The bedspread was made of clingy nylon, so she stood up before it started a static fight with her sarong. Cheap crappy furniture built of plywood and melamine, filthy skirting boards, dust balls on top of the wardrobe. The view from the ill-fitting window was of a yard full of wheelie bins and beer crates. As for the bathroom…ugh. Mould city. People actually pay to stay in a place like this?
Rocky, thankfully, was true to his word and did not keep her waiting long in this anteroom of hell. He opened the door with a crash and strode in, whipping up a maelstrom of delicious fear and anxious lust within seconds. He threw his jacket on the bed and folded his arms, showing off biceps Laura’s modelling agency might find interesting.
“What are you doing here, Laura?” he asked bluntly. “Not really your scene, is it?”
“I was on the beach. I saw you come in here and I thought…I might as well…since I’ve still got your sunglasses…”
“You can keep them,” he said, unsmiling. “With my compliments.”
She leaned her bottom back on the windowsill and thrust out her chest in its green wet-look bikini top. “I’ve been looking out for you,” she said softly. She stretched one leg out in front of her, flexing her ankle in his direction.
“And now you’ve found me. You can stop looking.”
“Are you going to disappear on me again?”
“Laura…” He unfolded his arms in exasperation and came to sit near her, on the bed. “I’m not sure what you want from me, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t anything I can offer.”
“I don’t want anything from you.” She edged her foot near his so that her bare toes brushed his big black boots. “Except what you want to give.”
“Well, that’s just as well. Because I’m not somebody you can take home to Dad. Especially your dad.”
“I don’t want that. I don’t want walks along the beach. I just want your body.”
The direct approach had never failed Laura, and she could see from his involuntary reactions that she was on to something here.
He laughed disbelievingly. “Laura, you’ve got balls as well as beauty, but all the same—”
“I like that.” She beamed at him, running her toes up his boot to where it turned into tight leather wrapped around his calf. “Balls as well as beauty. Can I quote that in my portfolio letter of introduction?”
“Quote away,” he said, grabbing her ankle in one hand. “I can see that you are used to getting everything you want, Miss Trewin. Am I right?”
“You’ve hit the nail on the head,” she said, letting him lift her ankle and place it on his lap, where he proceeded to massage her sandy foot and coral-pink-painted toes. “When I want something, I see that I get it. I like shiny things, Rocky. Cars and diamonds and Jimmy Choos are lovely, of course, but my favourite thing of all is a cock that’s hard for me. Like this one here.”
She ground her heel into his crotch and the leather strained in a way that made her want to whoop with joy.
And then his hand closed around her ankle and yanked, hard and fast, pulling her into a stumble, and before she knew it she was pinned to the horrible nylon bedspread by her wrists while Rocky crouched over her, straddling her hips, a spray of his black hair tickling her face.
“Be careful what you wish for, Laura.” The words, so commonplace, were like a dirty caress, an irresistible threat. “You might just get what’s coming to you.”
“Oh, I hope so,” she rasped, baring her teeth to show him combat held no fears for her. “I suppose you think you can show me how it’s done, do you?”
“I know I can, sweetheart. The question is, can you take it?”
Laura exerted every iota of her strength to try to extricate herself from his grasp, but he held her in place with offensive ease, grinning and laughing at her efforts, until he simply let go and held his hands in the air, shuffling back down her legs so that she could, should she want to, remove them too. But she didn’t want to.
“Walk away, Laura,” he said. “My livelihood and your relationship with your dad are a lot to risk for an impulse fuck. I’m not worth it, and neither are you. Go back to the beach.”
He had done it now. Now she had to have him, no matter what.
She reared up like a striking cobra and hooked her arm around his neck, wrestling him into a tearing, searing kiss, hanging on for grim death while he tried to dislodge her, but his efforts were halfhearted at best, and within seconds he was pushing his tongue against hers, taking bruising great fistfuls of her hips and bum, pummelling his captive cock against the knot of her sarong, and then it was undone and flung over the side, leaving her in her thong bikini, loving the feel of his hot leathery legs against her bare sun-lotioned thighs.
The punishing kiss continued through the plundering of her bikini cups and the thrust of his hand down the front of her briefs. He carried on gagging her with his tongue while his thumbs worked deftly on her clit or nipples or both. She scrunched her fingers up on his chest and arms and shoulders, rubbing herself against his trouser crotch in blatant invitation. She was going to come soon, so soon, and she wanted to get his tongue out of her mouth to tell him so, but he was remorseless in his invasion of her inner spaces. She began to whimper into his mouth, to push at his face, to pull his hair, then finally, when none of this worked, she bit down on his lower lip, hard.
“Fuck. Ouch.” he bellowed, putting his hand to his lip where she had drawn blood. “You little hellcat.”
“I thought you’d forgotten I was a person. I thought you thought I was lunch,” she reproached.
“You are my fucking lunch,” he growled, flipping her down on her back and ripping off her bikini bottoms.
“Get those trousers off,” she urged, since by now it was making her sweat just looking at them, and the icky nylon against her skin was exacerbating it all by a factor of a hundred. “You must be boiling.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” he muttered, peeling them carefully down over legs that reminded Laura of the Greek god sculpture she saw on the school trip to Athens that time. As she remembered, the god’s cock was surprisingly disappointing—not in this case, though. Apollo, or whoever it was, had nothing on Rocky the Rider.
“I want that.” She pointed at it, as if she were a kid in a sweetshop and his staunch member a jar of bullseyes. Bull’s somethings, at any rate.
He flung off his T-shirt and hunkered down over her, too close—she wanted him a little farther away, so she could get a good eyeful of all that masculine gloriousness.
“How much do you want it?”
Oh, he was a bastard. But her kind of bastard. One who could stand up to her.
She reached down and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around it, giving it a squeeze, testing it for resilience. It passed the test.
“As much as this wants me,” she countered. “Which, by the feel of it, is quite a lot.”
“I bet you click your fingers and the boys come running,” he said, and there was dislike in his tone, but that just turned her on even more. He couldn’t help himself. Resistance was futile when Goldsands’ own Helen of Troy had set her sights on you. Laura demanded his allegiance, craved his worship. She had him by the cock already—the affection and all that could come later.
“That’s right, Rocky.” She smiled. “But I send them away. I don’t want boys. I want a man. You’re a man, aren’t you?”
His words caught and mutated in his throat. He o
pted instead to swan dive onto a breast and suckle at it, harshly but sweetly.
“If you’re a man, Rocky,” she pursued, “prove it. Prove you’ve got what it takes to satisfy me. Because I’ll let you into a secret—I’ve never had an orgasm during sex. Never. Not once. Not in the six years since I popped my cherry. I want one sooo badly, Rocky. I really want to come with a hard cock inside me. I really want to, soooo badly…”
He surrendered with an almighty moan, bucking upright once more, lifting her thighs to angle her pussy, then plunging with one sweet, smooth swordstroke inside.
He was hers now, hers for the taking, and every particle of her body sang with victorious joy. Call that a fight? Call that resistance? Pathetic effort, Rocky—you are as weak as the rest of them. Just better-looking, oh, and doesn’t that make the difference?
“Go on, make me come,” she goaded, echoing the “Make me, make me” with every thrust until he was almost crazy with determination. Sweat dripped from his brow to hers while his fingerprints formed bruise marks wherever they pressed flesh—shoulders, hips, buttocks. His cock slammed and slammed until the room was steamy humid and filled with the wet slapping sound of the vigorous and salutary fucking he was giving her. She sucked it up, lapped it up, loving the violence, loving the aggression, loving the adversarial brutality of it, glorying in the chafing and the rawness.
The broken bedsprings creaked and groaned, the headboard whacked against the wall, his fingertips pushed her button and her bell began to ring, clanging, discordant, shrill, but oh God, yes, he was making her, he was making her…
“Go on, come,” snarled Rocky. “Come good and hard.”
Laura yelled and thrashed beneath him, almost entirely melted away, crushed down into an essence of orgasm. Her surrender spurred him towards his crisis and he emptied into her with a roar, rammed right up to the hilt until he had ridden it through.
They lay gasping beneath the flyblown window, unable to move or speak until their breathing quieted and they could hear the mechanical jingling music of the beach carousel outside again.
“You asked for that,” he said, flopping onto his back and staring up at the ceiling.
“I got what I asked for,” she had to admit. “You are clean, aren’t you? We should have used something…”
“I’m fine. Get yourself checked out if you’re worried. Are you on the pill?”
“Of course. What do you take me for? I’m not about to ruin my figure for the sake of some puking brat.”
“Not an earth-mother type, are you?”
“No. Imagine, though, if you did get me pregnant. Daddy’s face…” Laura had to snicker briefly at the idea.
Rocky sat up, the bedcover peeling away from his damp back as he did so.
“You say nothing about this to him. Nothing. Do you understand? You don’t even know me.”
“What’s it worth, lover man?” she asked slyly.
“Seriously, Laura, don’t fuck with me.”
“But I like fucking with you,” she objected, pouting and putting a finger on one rock-hard Rocky thigh.
“Well, you’ll have to get over it, sweetheart, because this isn’t happening again. Not that I didn’t enjoy it…”
“Why can’t it happen again? We both enjoyed it. Nobody needs to know.”
“I’ve enough risk in my life, thanks.”
“So you don’t want to risk Daddy finding out, then?”
“Like I said.”
“We really shouldn’t have done this. I’ve got the most terrible tendency to just blurt things out without thinking. It’s mad—I just open my mouth and the words spill. At the most random times. Usually in front of the completely wrong people.” She squeezed his thigh. “I think you know how to keep my mouth shut though, Rocky.”
“Are you…blackmailing me?” He sounded amused, one sweat-slicked eyebrow cocked at her.
“I wouldn’t call it blackmail.” She pinched; he winced and slapped his hand down on hers.
“I would. You fucked-up little bitch. Do you need it that badly?”
“Oh yes, I do. I really do. You’re such a big, handsome beast. I want more of you.” She put her free hand down to her leaking pussy and coated her fingers with some of his spunk, then put them to her mouth, licking them extravagantly. “Mmm, delicious. Lovely, lovely fuck juice.”
“You’re…insane,” he said, eyes popping. His tired cock was twitching, though.
“Mad for lust. Lust for you. I need you inside me as often as I can get you.”
“You horny little tramp.” He swung her up and over him so she was straddling his hips, facing away from him. “Suck it till it’s hard and perhaps you can have some more.”
Laura obliged, even dry-throated as she was, charming his snake with her sealed lips and flickering tongue while he worked his fingers at her sodden, sore quim. Once he was hard, they fucked again, long and leisurely, taking care not to aggravate their sex-war wounds. And they’d been fucking at regular intervals ever since.
She thought that was what she wanted. Hard body, hard cock, secret fucking on demand. But lately it was just…not enough. The lust that carried them through their healthy mutual loathing seemed weaker. He had lost his fire. He went through the motions; that was all. He wants out, but I can’t bring myself to let him go.
And he was late—though only by five minutes. Laura could see him walking along the pier, a lean length of black underneath all the coloured neon, in no hurry by the look of things. By degrees his features sharpened and became distinct. He was frowning.
“Laura,” he called down the steps.
“About time,” she said, climbing up to meet him. “So where to, then? Up to the woods again?” His stony face was frightening her and she tried to turn on the vamp, but it didn’t come out right. Her voice was too brittle and she was trying too hard. “I want to tie you to a tree again. Like that time before…you remember that, don’t you?”
“Laura, I’m sorry,” he said. She wanted to put her hands over her ears and sing Lalala. Don’t be sorry. Be horny. Be hot for me. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“What do you mean? Why the hell not?”
He took a deep breath, looked out to sea for a minute, then looked back at Laura. She had never seen him with a grave expression before. She didn’t like it.
“Because I think we should be free to meet people who are better for us.”
“Oh. You’ve met someone. You’re fucking someone else.”
“Laura, I’ve been fucking other people all along. And so have you, I’m sure. But yes. I’ve met someone I’d like to…really try and…Fuck it, everything sounds like a cliché in these situations, doesn’t it? What if I say it isn’t you, it’s me. That’s not true, though. It is you. And me.” Rocky twisted his hands helplessly, obviously desperate to get away.
“Who is she?” she demanded, tossing her head. “What has she got that I haven’t?”
His eyes hardened and his lip curled. “I like her,” he said, seeming to enjoy the cruelty of it.
“Oh, a nice girl,” she parried, spoiling for the fight now. “Not really your type, is it? You’ll be bored rigid, and she’ll see through you. Does she know what you do for a living?”
“You don’t know what I do for a living,” he pointed out.
“I know you’re Cordwainer’s hired goon—and everyone knows Cordwainer’s as dodgy as hell.”
He failed to take the bait, tossing out a bitter laugh. “There’s so much I’d love to tell you, Laura. But I won’t. I’ll leave it for now—let you have your illusions a little while longer.”
“I’ll tell Dad about us.”
“Go ahead.” He shrugged, palms up, like a character in a gangster movie.
He had drawn the poison from her fangs; she had no other bargaining chips for the table. Unless…
“A kiss, then? Or a final…y’know…for the road?”
His eyes narrowed; he suspected a ruse of some kind. He knew her too well.
/> “Didn’t you understand me, Laura? I’ve met somebody. I don’t want to fuck anyone else anymore.”
“Oh, what a good boy you are,” she sniped. “Okay, you pass the fidelity test. You can polish up your Boy Scout monogamy badge.”
He grinned. “Thanks. Listen, I didn’t mean to be hard on you. There are things I like about you. You can make me laugh. You’re gorgeous. You’re one of the best fucks I’ve ever had. You’ll make someone very happy, especially if that someone also fits into Councillor Trewin’s business plans. It’s been…an experience. Memorable.”
“An affair to remember.”
“Yeah.”
“So a kiss goodbye is too much to ask, is it?” She stepped closer to him, running a finger down the V-neck of her blouse, slipping the top button undone. “After ten months…Some marriages don’t last that long. Come on, Rocky. I’m going to miss you.”
He baulked for a moment, then shook his head, as if shaking his conscience clear, and moved towards her.
“Goodbye, Laura,” he said softly, leaning down to facilitate the meeting of their lips. She slipped an arm around his neck, hooking him close, snatching a handful of his hair while their teeth bumped at the unexpected speed of their coupling. Into her mouth, a cough of surprise, an impulse to recoil, which she thwarted by crushing him harder against her. She used her other hand to grab and squeeze his leathered groin, seeking out the buttons, wanting them undone and him hard for her again, so that he knew she had won.
But he slapped her hand away, hard, but not hard enough to stop her wrenching his wrist down under her skirt and into the waistband of her knickers. He wanted to voice protest, but she began biting down on his lip again, just like that first kiss of theirs. He gave in to her and let her hold his hand inside, wiggling his fingers obediently against her clit. She lifted her feet off the floor and wrapped them around his legs so that she hung off him and he was forced to cradle her buttocks while he delved inside her sex. She circled her hips and slip-slid against his hand, pulling his hair, tasting his tongue and teeth, having no care at all who might stumble into this dark recess of the pier and find them at it like primitive monkeys.
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