Rooster: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (10 page)

I hold his gaze, sip my drink and fold back into the chair. I was going to come here, tell Rory about Oscar and work out some kind of agreement, but I’ve done none of that and I’m not entirely sure why. It could be those perfect eyes, that incredible smile the arms as thick as tree trunks I want wrapped around me, or it could be the possibility of what revealing that secret might mean to us both, now that he’s back here, on a much more permanent basis. I wasn’t looking for a relationship when Rory came up to me a year ago, I was looking for a fuck in a dirty alleyway. A lot changes in a year, though, and right now, with a little baby to look after, family has become a rather important word.

Babies terrify the hell out of people, though, and if there is a chance of round two before Rory flips his lid and wants to be as far away from me as possible, maybe I should make sure I’ve got that in the bag before telling him. There’s no reason for him to know yet, after all. I’ve got just about enough money to last me until Christmas, which gives me and Mr. Perfect a month and a half to get to know each other before dropping my bombshell.

It’s not exactly ethical, but ethics might not help me right now. The only tricky thing will be giving enough but not too much so he wants to come back to me and keeping Oscar a secret, while somehow getting enough free time to see Rory.

It’s clear we both like each other too. I mean, there was definitely an instant attraction before, and if this continues to go the way it is already, Rory proving he can talk as well as he can fuck, things might finally be looking up for me.

“Do you think this is how it starts”, I ask.

“How what starts?” he says.

“You and me.”

Rory gives me his
let me think about that for a moment
face.

“You and me started a year ago, this is where we continue”, he says.

“And where do we end up?” I ask.

“Where does anything end up? Our natural conclusion”, he says.

“Ok, which is what?”

Rory takes one last look at me before downing what’s left of his pint. “Come on, it’s time to go”, he says.

I watch him stand up and hold out his hand for me to take it.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“We’re going back to mine to fuck and get drunk. I have a mini bar and a huge fucking bed.”

I’m stuck for words so Rory fills in the spaces for me.

“We’ve talked enough for now, which means we have to redress the balance.”

I don’t know what to say, but that’s fine because I know exactly what to do. I take Rory’s hand and let him pull me to my feet.

“You’re unbelievable”, I finally manage to spit out. It’s not a criticism, but a happy observation.

“I’m just saying what we’re both thinking”, he says.

We are chest to chest, feet touching, my heart rate already increasing. I’m about to say something to him, but before I can, Rory puts his hand behind my neck and leans in towards me. I have hot wet lips on mine and I’m fighting my tongue into his mouth before I even stop to breath. Rory smiles when he pulls away, a cocky curl of lip at the end of his mouth that makes me gurgle inside.

“I missed that”, he says, that intense look back in his eyes, that eagerness in the way he carries himself.

“Dangerous”, I whisper, my lips still tingling.

“Let’s go and find out”, he says.

I’m not an easy lay, but with a man like Rory, it isn’t all that easy to refuse. I didn’t come here to do this, but I’m not going to turn down something that promises to be just as good as the first time I tried it, and perhaps even better because of the wait. If Rory is being honest about how much he’s been thinking about me, then this could be explosive in every single way.

At least we talked for a bit longer this time, at least we made a concerted effort to get to know each other. Where this will end up, who knows? Who knows if that even matters right now?

With heat rising from my pussy to my neck, anticipation so strong it’s making my pulse race and my hands tremble, with a desire so fierce to have him deep inside me again, and me pushing myself so hard down onto him I scream, it’s kind of hard to think about anything else.

I’ve never felt so consumed by need before, never felt so addicted to one thing, which is exciting and troubling all in one go. If I need him this much now, what the hell is going to happen if and when the moment comes when he decides it’s time to leave?

I don’t want to think about that now, so I won’t. I don’t have the answers so there’s no point in worrying about what they might be.

All I’ve got right now is Rory, and we’ve got a whole year missing in our history to catch up on.

Rory

The quickest way to the hotel is on foot, but even then, it’s still nowhere near as quick as either of us would like. The alleyway option is appealing, but right here in the center, we find ourselves out of luck.

The receptionist barely has a chance to look up as we breeze past and into the elevator, just enough time between floors for us to begin to rip clothes from each other.

Inside the room, I throw her down onto the bed, tear my T-shirt off and climb on top of her.

“Luxury”, Izzy says, arms out like an angel, to test the Egyptian cotton sheets.

“We can always go outside if you’d like”, I offer, half joking.

“If you fuck me like you did then, we won’t need to”, she says.

“You already know I’m going to fuck you like a man who’s spent a year in prison”, I say.

“Is that a threat or a promise.”

“You tell me afterward.”

I can’t believe I get to do this again. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve willed this into existence, how many times I’ve imagined running my tongue over her incredible curves, filling her with kisses, tasting her sensitivity.

The first time was an explosion of dirty passion and every time since then, I’ve imagined it a thousand different ways, every single one of them mind blowing. What I didn’t have that first time around was time, and over the last year, I’ve had nothing but it.

It’s exactly what I have now and I’m going to make use of it just in case our second round is also our last.

Izzy may want a quick fuck like last time, especially if the way she’s throwing herself at me is anything to go by, but quick, she isn’t going to get. I’ve got a free schedule tonight and a whole year of build up I have no intention of wasting. I’m going to make this girl moan so hard she gives herself a headache. I’m going to make her pussy so wet I can slide inside both of her holes without holding onto my dick to guide it, and I’m going to make her come so intensely she forgets where she is. I’m going to make her mine because I’ve never felt so strongly that I need to.

The cute little button-front dress she’s wearing shows little resistance. When I’ve got it splayed open like a cape, her perfection like the perfect Christmas present inside the wrapping, I cover her belly with kisses and then work my way from her panties up to her bra, teasing my way around the fabric as I go.

She moans as I nibble her ear, tug lightly at her hair and fold my fingers into hers against the bounce of the mattress. I can fuck dirty if I want to, but I can be romantic too.

Izzy has stripey stockings on that end just above the knee, I’m going to leave on when I fuck her. In all the times I imagined myself inside her, I never saw it like this, but that makes it even better. Stockings pulled up like a proper girl, bra thrown into the corner of the room, panties hanging off one ankle while her legs hang in the air high enough for me to see the knotted skin of her silky cunt.

She’s shaved almost completely, which gives her pussy a stickiness my tongue can’t help but tremble with. Like a good girl, she lies back while I get to know her, my fingers just as eager as my tongue to test every single knot and curve, every dip and bend and swollen nub.

I’m so hard I’m poking holes in my jeans, but that’s not much of a surprise. I’ve had a boner for this girl ever since I saw her come into the pub over a year ago. I’ve ejaculated more times thinking about Izzy than I have anyone else. She’s been with me more times that I’ve been with all of the other girls in my life put together, and even though we’ve only fucked once, I’ve never come as intensely as I have with her on my mind.

“Horny?” I ask her, even though I don’t need to because I can already see it, but I want to hear her tell me anyway.

“If you don’t put your cock inside me in the next minute I’m going to scream”, she moans.

“You’re going to scream anyway.”

Pussies are such wonderful things and Izzy’s has got to be one of the best I’ve ever had the fortune to explore. They are much more sensitive and much more complex than cocks, a million times more incredible.

“You keep doing that I’m going to come”, she warns.

I have a finger inside her up against her G-spot, another to gently lift the skin from her swollen clit, so I can nudge it every so often with the rough underside of my tongue. She’s sensitive enough that I can’t go at her directly, and horny enough that she can’t help grinding her pussy against my mouth and begging me for more.

“I want to see you deal with that”, I say.

“I’m not coming until you’re inside me.”

“You might not get a choice.”

This whole thing is driving me so wild I could probably come without even touching my dick. As it is, Izzy splayed out on the bed in front of me, legs spread wide and pussy convulsing like mad, it’s getting harder and harder to resist.

She looks incredible with those big socks still on too, like this has been even more urgent than it was the first time around. She’s got great tits as well, thick brown football studs that match the color of her clit and make me want to spend all night chewing them.

Girls in Ireland don’t have tits like this. Girls in Ireland don’t fuck like Izzy does either. She’s perfection in a sweet little bundle. She’s sensitive and responsive and not a single bit timid either.

“Cock, now”, she demands.

I pretend to ignore her, but it doesn’t work. Izzy sits up, her chest rising and falling, her skin peppered with sweat.

“Alright”, I say, already stepping away from her to remove my boxer shorts. “But go easy. You look like you want to break me.”

I’m so fucking hard. I’m a big guy and it shows, but right now in Izzy’s hands, I look absolutely monstrous. Her eyes go wide with the kind of mischievous look that drew me to her in the first place before she leans over and swallows me into her.

“Naughty fucking girl.”

Izzy redefines the meaning of one-night stand. I can’t even say it’s a one-hour stand. She’s the minute girl, the quick fuck behind the dumpster, the Christmas present and the cock sucker all in one go.

Her tongue underneath my foreskin feels like heaven. Her lips around my shaft look amazing. My entire length pressed so deep inside her mouth I’m halfway to her stomach sends shivers up and down my spine. She wanks her spit around my cock, a mixture of it and my pre-cum dripping off me, while she holds open her pussy so I can see her pleasure herself, and it feels so good I’m not going to be able to hold myself back much longer from entering her.

“See”, she says.

Oh, I see. I fucking see alright.

She’s so wet I can see her juices inking her thighs and shining in the overhead light. She’s so horny her pussy lips have swollen red and her clit is pointing towards me begging to be touched.

A little more sucking and I’m done with the games. I’m going to take this girl to heaven and back again and I’m not going to stop until she promises me we’re booked in for round three.

Balls against her lips, mouth open and gagging, she wants to deepthroat me and who am I to refuse a girl want she wants? Especially this girl. The girl I never thought I’d see again, coming back for more.

“You like that?” I ask her.

“Mmhmm”, Izzy nods, as she rubs my swollen cock around her lips.

“What else do you like?” I ask.

“I like it when you show me you mean it”, she says challengingly.

I hook a finger to put under her chin and lift her eyes to mine.

“I can be very convincing when I want to be”, I warn her.

“I want to feel your balls banging against my ass-hole” she say, making a long O sound out of the O in hole that pushes her lips together like the tightest pussy I’ve ever seen, and I can’t hold back any longer.

“Get on the bed”, I order.

“Like this?” she says playfully.

“Other way.”

Izzy smiles as she spins around, her back already arched and her ass up in the air like a cat having its lower back stroked.

“Like this?” she asks again.

“For now”, I say and mount the bed.

The more I have of this girl, the harder she’s going to be to forget, but I already knew that before I began and the consequence of that possibility is well worth the excitement and promise of this.

I take hold of her, one hand on her hip, the other around her hair and let my dick find its own way to her throbbing pussy hole. I’m up against her slit, sliding alongside it and underneath her, before Izzy decides that she’s waited long enough for me already, and literally takes things into her own hands by reaching behind, taking a firm grip of me and guiding me to her hole.