Playing Up by Toria Lyons Page B

eyes met again, and their lips met, and met again. The first
touch of his hot tongue electrified her body, the second nearly
made her swoon. He tasted of beer, and essence of full-blooded
male. She murmured with pleasure, taking the kiss deeper and moving
closer to him. Her hands rose to grasp his shoulders, run down his
back and pull him closer towards her.
    He deliberately seduced her with his tongue,
working firmly into her again and again, demanding a response. Her
body hummed with bliss at the fast-rising sensations. Her hands
held his waist, she felt the muscles under the skin and couldn’t
stop her hands from wandering further, to hold on to his buttocks.
The powerful muscles rippled under her fingers and she squeezed
back. In response he moved even closer to her as the kiss continued
to deepen. She could feel his increasing interest against her body
and murmured her delight, pressing her aching body against him.
They twisted together in the shadows of the club, oblivious to
anything around them.
    Sian’s arousal was quickly escalating, he
tasted so good, felt so good and it was all turning her on, blood
rushing to throb and swell between her legs. She needed something,
shifting restlessly to straddle one of his thighs. He steadily
pulsed it back against her and the extra pressure took it up
several notches, the sensations boiled up inside her, inner muscles
squeezing tight. Her hips moved and her leg lifted so his bulge was
pressed right against her. It was enough, or too much, she tipped
over the cliff and her whole body shook. Gasping, she tore her
mouth away from his, hiding her face on his shoulder, turned away
from the rest of the club.
    ‘What’s the matter? You OK?’ he spoke in her
ear.
    She could only moan in response as the
tremors died down. She tried to glance up at him to reassure him
but her eyes lost focus as the last of the quakes threw her.
    His concerned eyes cleared with sudden
understanding, ‘Did you just…?’
    She managed a feeble nod. ‘Look, no hands,’
she joked weakly.
    ‘Bloody hell,’ he swore, ‘I didn’t know that
was possible from a kiss.’
    ‘Neither did I,’ she admitted. His bulge was
still pressing into her, but she was becoming too sensitive to
remain that close. She brought her legs back together, drawing away
from him. His arms fell away, brushing lightly against the heavy
undersides of her breasts. She could feel dampness between her legs
threatening to soak through her trousers and tell the world how
aroused he’d made her. ‘I need to…ummm, clean up.’ His eyes heated
and she nearly came again, she still felt so ready and aching for
him and had to stop from rubbing her thighs together, shifting her
hips. ‘I need…’ she restrained the next words. Him, she needed
him . Inside her, filling and stretching her. Her head bowed as
visions of what he could do to her flashed through her head and he
had to hold on to her as her legs gave way.
    ‘Are you feeling OK? Shall we get out of
here?’ suggested Rob.
    Sian nodded, her embarrassment total as she
noticed people watching them curiously. With a guiding arm around
her waist, he helped her collect her coat and they left the
club.
    He took her to a side street and with a beep,
opened a car door. Sian dazedly got inside, the butterflies in her
stomach taking over again.
    He started the car, ‘I’ve only had one beer
so I’m OK to drive. Where do you live? I’ll take you home.’
    ‘Ranwell,’ Sian named the nearby suburb and
watched as his strong hands operated the vehicle, competently
handling the machine. The thought of those same hands on her body
sent shivers through her. She had heard jokes about the female
equivalent of a hard-on, a “wide-on”, and thought that was what she
must have between her legs, throbbing, engorged heat and gushing
wetness. Her thighs shifted restlessly together and apart as she
attempted to find respite from the insistent arousal. She failed to
restrain a whimper as her