“Oh fuck off,” she snapped, “and make sure Frankie doesn’t find out. Believe me, if there were any other decent swimming lessons close by he’d be there in a flash.”
“Whatever you say, Maisie, whatever you say.”
Without another word, I pushed past her to go to my car and wondered whether I should ask the leisure centre to find someone else.
“Ah, fuck her,” I snarled to myself as I started the engine and drove away, not thinking about why I was feeling just a little bit excited.
Maisie
the past
As Sam changed the vinyl record on what he told me had been his parents’ stereo, I watched him carefully, loving the sight of his hard, tight, naked bum and strong, wide shoulders and muscled arms, one of which had an amazing tattoo of an old fashioned fob watch and it was surrounded by thorns from a rose that was dropping its petals. Everything about Sam was gorgeous and for some reason he seemed to like me – a lot. At least I thought he did, I hoped he did. I wasn’t normally the sort of girl who slept with someone straight away, but when Sam had walked me home a week ago after seeing him in Ziggy’s, the local nightclub, he’d been sweet and romantic. He’d given me his jacket to wear and when I complained that my feet were aching, he dropped to his haunches and insisted I’d got onto his back. He carried me the rest of the way home and then kissed me at the garden gate, like some clichéd, cheesy chick film but I didn’t care, it had been perfect.
When I’d seen him at Alex Drake’s party tonight, I knew he was watching me, his dark eyes were on me every time I glanced at him, but he didn’t seem to be bothered to speak, spending a lot of his time in the kitchen with his sister-in-law, Amy. Finally though, he came over to me and we’d chatted for a couple of hours. We’d kissed too and when he’d asked if he could walk me home I’d been more daring than I’d ever been and said no, but he could walk me to his home. As his mum and dad were on holiday, he’d brought me up to his old room rather than go back to the apartment he shared with his brother and his sister-in-law and within minutes of walking through the door, we’d fallen into bed and given each other an orgasm pretty quickly.
“What’s this?” I asked, instantly liking the song that was playing.
“This,” he said, slipping back under the duvet and snuggling closer to me, “is called ‘Do I Love You’ by Frank Wilson and is one of my favourite Northern Soul songs.”
I shook my shoulders in time to the bouncing beat and smiled. “I like it.”
“Yeah, well I like how your tits bounce when you do that,” Sam groaned, reaching down to take my nipple in his mouth.
“Sam,” I gasped, loving the sting as he sucked hard.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasped, kissing his way up my chest with his hand in my hair.
“No I’m not.”
“Yeah you are.”
His teeth nipped at the soft flesh below my ear and I groaned, feeling him getting hard against my leg. I dropped my head back onto the pillow, giving him better access to my neck, and was rewarded with his lips and tongue on them, making me moan with the pleasure of it.
“Sam,” I whispered. “I think I need you to fuck me.”
Sam laughed softly and looked up at me, resting a hand on my stomach.
“You are so not what I thought,” he said, drawing lazy circles around my belly button.
“In what way?” I breathed out, desperately thrusting my hips up, hoping that he’d move his fingers lower.
“You need me to fuck you? Just never expected such a little potty mouth who was so demanding.”
I gave a lazy smile, my eyes half-lidded as his lips found my nipple again. “The quiet ones are always the worst, apparently.”
“Or maybe the best,” he groaned, lowering his hand to where I wanted it and inserting two fingers inside me.
I gasped as he crooked them and started to rub against my sweet spot. Then when he moved down the bed and his mouth started to suck on my clit, I wanted to scream with the feelings that were passing through me like an electric current.
After a few seconds I growled out an irritated sigh. “Sam,” I pleaded.
His mouth left me as he lifted his head and grinned up at me through my parted legs.
“So fucking impatient.”
With a chuckle he removed his fingers and manoeuvred himself between my thighs, he reached for a condom and rolled it on, before hitching one of my legs up onto his hip. His mouth slammed onto mine and without any further hesitation, he pushed into me.
I gasped and quickly matched his rhythm with my hips, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back. My cry of ecstasy seemed to urge Sam on as his thrusting went faster and deeper and his fingers pinched into my thighs as I clung onto him. The song he’d been playing on his stereo started again and its quick beat became Sam’s metronome as my heavy breaths duelled with his groans of pleasure in the silence of the room.
