A Bit of Rough (3 page)

Speaking eloquently was not on Drew's mind either, as he simply grunted,

"Uhh-yeah!"

The force of his orgasm had me teetering on the edge of my own. A few deft strokes of my clit, and I was there, my cunt grasping wildly at the shaft buried inside it. Neither of us moved, riding out our blissful simultaneous orgasms.

A short while later, we disentangled our limbs—and other parts—and dove under the covers to recuperate. As I drifted off to sleep, once more I had a silly smile on my face—the type one often wears when they've had completely mind-blowing, life-altering sex.

Although I was knackered by now, I didn't get much sleep that night. Or the night after. In fact, I didn't make it home all weekend. Didn't even make it out of Drew's flat. Instead, we stayed in, raiding his cupboards and ordering takeaways in between fucking. We screwed in positions the Kama Sutra's never even heard of, and he wrung orgasm after orgasm out of my tormented body.

Naturally, we weren't doing it twenty-four-seven, but the in-between times were a reminder of exactly why Drew was only ever going to be a shag. We had very little in common. In fact, everything we did that didn't involve being naked was a chore. We couldn't agree on food or movies. When we talked, he talked about himself as though he was the most interesting person on the planet. Unfortunately, that wasn't true. But it didn't bother me too much. It was just filler for the recovery times between being horizontal. That horizontal time more than made up for the downtime. My body certainly thanked me for it.

When I eventually dragged myself home, I was as weak as a newborn kitten, but I'd never felt so smug and sexually satisfied in my life.

Let's just say that my bit of rough did not end up being a one-off. But I didn't introduce him to my parents, either. We were too busy indulging in no-strings shagging to leave the house, let alone meet anyone. He scratched my itch in a way I never thought was possible in a casual relationship. Poor Drew was never going to be Mr. Right material. But he definitely qualified as Mr. Right-Now.

~The End~

About the Author

During Lucy's first year studying Creative Writing at the University of Derby, she was dared to write an erotic story. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance and Xcite Books.

Learn more about Lucy online at
http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.

And coming June 6, 2011, from Lucy Felthouse and Noble Romance Publishing,
Bite with Height, a sizzling paranormal, lesbian erotic romance:
When Meg spots a young woman alone in the Pigalle district of Paris at night, she's intrigued. She has to know her story and find out why she looks so sad and alone.

After introducing herself, Meg realizes that she and Grace have a lot in common. But when they decide to go and grab a drink together, they discover a mutual love that could bond them forever.