Trying Sophie: A Dublin Rugby Romance

by Norinne, Rebecca

  When I delayed, my eyes roving over his body in greedy appreciation, he chuckled and said, “I believe I was promised some cock sucking.”

  I tried to give him a sexy pout, but I wound up laughing and snorting instead.

  I’d never had this much fun with a guy. I could be myself with Declan, could show him both the serious and the silly sides of my personality and he’d accept both. There was something incredibly liberating about being with a man who didn’t expect you to be anything other than who you were.

  “Indeed you were,” I answered with a chuckle as I dragged my nails over his sculpted abs until I reached the promised land.

  I placed soft, openmouthed kisses along the smooth, magical vee, following its line until I came to a dusting of hair, and then dragged my tongue back up his happy trail to his belly button. He gasped, tightened his muscles, and then relaxed. I smirked into his rippling torso and repeated an identical path down the other side only, halting my exploration just shy of his twitching cock. He clenched the comforter between tight, white knuckles. I trailed my fingers tantalizingly close to his balls, brushing lightly back and forth, and his hips shifted in silent plea, begging me to touch him, to make love to him with my mouth. When his breathing became frantic, I nipped gently at the inside of his thigh and he groaned.

  “Oh god,” he whispered on a hoarse exhalation. “Suck me please,” he begged out loud.

  Putting him out of his misery, I dragged the flat of my tongue from the base of his shaft to his large, swollen head, then sucked it into my mouth and swirled my tongue around his crown. I could feel how tightly wound he was, that he was trying desperately to lay still while he waited for what came next. One second, then two passed, and when I felt his legs tremble beneath my hands, I took the full length of him into my mouth.

  “Fuck!” he exclaimed, his control breaking, as his hips surged forward and his thick cock nudged the back of my throat.

  Breathing through my nose, I fought my gag reflex and slowly drew upward along his shaft. I stacked my hands around his dick, slippery from my saliva, and twisted. When he groaned, I leaned forward and licked my way around his engorged head like it was my favorite flavor of ice cream on a hot summer’s day.

  His voice, telling me how he liked it hard and rough, echoed through my head and I grasped him tighter, sucked my cheeks in and pulled.

  “Yeah, just like that,” he bit out between gritted teeth.

  He pumped his hips furiously, his breathing labored, his eyes scrunched closed. A hair’s breadth from coming, I kept one hand clamped tight around his cock and dipped down to fondle him, the twin balls resting lighting in my palm.

  “Harder,” he commanded.

  I paused, not knowing how much pressure to exert. This was all new to me and I was going on instinct and nothing more.

  When I hesitated, he directed me. “Squeeze them just a little bit tighter, not too hard … just more pressure.” I did as he asked and was rewarded with a ragged gasp. “Tug on ‘em.”

  I followed his guidance, alternating pressure, and then I wrapped my lips around his cock and plunged lower. He weaved his hands through my hair and when I would have moved back up his shaft, he held me in place as he pitched his hips forward.

  “Is this okay?” he asked between urgent gasps.

  “Mmm hmm,” I responded, the sound vibrating in the back of my throat.

  He pumped in and out of my mouth and I took all of him, surprised when I grew wetter each time he swore. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy giving head, but it’d never turned me on like this before, twisted me up until I thought I’d come just from the act of giving it.

  That I’d managed to reduce someone as strong as Declan into a writhing mass of want and need—that I could control his pleasure with just my lips, hands, and tongue—filled me with heady intoxication. I clenched my lips around him more forcefully as he quickened his pace.

  “Oh god … I’m going …” He untangled his hands from my hair and tried to push me away but I refused to budge.

  I wanted everything; I wanted him all.

  I shook my head a fraction, telling him with sounds and gesture that I was exactly where I wanted to be. When I palmed his balls again, harder than before, his back bowed off the bed. With a shout, his whole body convulsed and he came forcefully in my mouth as I happily swallowed him down.

  With his stomach sawing in and out with labored breaths, his body bathed in a slight sheen of perspiration, I glanced up the length of him as his cock slid from my mouth. I kissed his crown, licked my lips, and smiled.

  “You are so fucking hot,” he proclaimed with a happy, satisfied laugh, as he dragged me up his body and captured my mouth in a possessive, open-mouthed kiss.

  His tongue tangled with mine while his hand disappeared into my panties to tangle in my curls.

  “I can’t believe … you’re so fucking wet … just from sucking me off.” His voice was filled with awe as he dipped a finger between my hot, sensitive flesh.

  When I bucked against him, he boasted, “You like that, don’t you, my dirty, dirty girl.”

  I nodded and rocked against his hand, wanting more.

  “Please Declan,” I begged on a sob.

  He pulled back, his eyes alight with mischief.

  “You want me to make you come?”

  “Yes,” I practically shouted, pumping my hips in time with his strokes.

  “You want me right here?” he asked, rubbing a tight circle around my clit.

  “Please,” I begged, my breathing labored.

  Ignoring my plea, he slid a long, thick finger inside of me, brushing up against my g-spot. When I whimpered, he chuckled.

  “Not yet,” he continued, his voice hypnotic. “I want to watch you fall apart first.”

  A second and third finger joined the first, stretching me taut, before he began pumping in earnest, wet sounds mixing with dirty words that I was too far gone to make out as I rode his fingers. My breathing came in fast agonized gasps and I trembled from head to toe. When I was on the precipice of orgasm, he suddenly pulled his fingers away, leaving me empty.

  Bereft.

  With a snarl, he dropped his head between my thighs, roughly parted my slick folds, and dragged the broad side of his tongue from my ass to my clit.

  “Fuck, you’re delicious,” he growled, taking my clit between his lips and sucking insistently before gently licking and lathing his way around the rest of me.

  I felt the telltale clench begin to build deep inside, before a series of explosions rocked their way through me. And then I was convulsing in a chain of spasms so intense I didn’t know how I managed to contain them inside the shell of my body. When Declan returned his fingers to my pussy, pumping fast, I screamed out his name on a final, shattering release that left me breathless and boneless.

  He gentled his touch and kissed his way tenderly up my body. I lay spent, motionless, the only sign I was still alive the deep breaths that left my lungs in gusty exhalations. When Declan rolled me onto my side and into his protective embrace, he trailed his fingers down my back and across my hip to rest against the curve of my ass. I inched closer to him, angling my thigh across his.

  “That was …” I said remarked, unable to finish my thought.

  Absentmindedly, I stroked my hand along the cut ridges of his abdomen, causing him to clench his muscles into a tight, rippled canvas.

  “If you keep doing that I’ll be forced to give you another orgasm,” he warned on a sexy growl.

  “You promise?” I asked, rolling on top of him.

  Tracking my eyes over his face, I took in features that would have been too perfect if they hadn’t been marred by tiny scars scattered here and there. A thin white line bisecting his right eyebrow; another, fainter one cutting across the bridge of his nose; and a fresh cut at the top of his forehead where his skin receded into his hairline. I kissed each scar and then captured his lips in a series of playful little nips as he circled the span of my waist with ro
ugh, calloused palms.

  “I want you inside of me,” I whispered against his mouth as I rolled my pelvis over him in a slow slide that pushed the tip of him through my folds. A few more strokes and he’d slip inside of me. I shuttered, wanting nothing more than to reach down and guide home.

  “My wallet,” he murmured as he sat up and enveloped me in his strong arms.

  But he didn’t move to grab it and neither did I. We sat like that, our bodies joined, for seconds, just feeling the moment. Dropping his hands to my waist, he rocked my hips back and forth along the length of his cock and stared into my eyes. I couldn’t blink or look away. He had me mesmerized, completely in his thrall. I never wanted to leave this room, or the warmth of his solid embrace. When his mouth clamped around my nipple and gently bit down on the peak, reason fled.

  I rolled my hips over him until his crown parted me and then, rocking forward, took the rest of his cock into me. I moaned and dropped my head back as he nudged deeper, out, then in, and back again, in a series of slow, sensual thrusts.

  “Sophie …” he groaned. “I’m going to come. I need to grab a condom.”

  “I told you, I’m on the pill,” I whispered, flinging caution to the four corners.

  When I went to kiss him, he stilled my movement and held me away. His eyes searched mine, looking for something I couldn’t name.

  One heartbeat, two, then a third before he spoke. “I’m clean. I get tested four times a year.”

  I felt a stab of jealousy, but pushed it aside.

  “You?” he asked.

  “Clean,” I confirmed, as my eyes roamed his face and his cock throbbed inside of me.

  “We’re doing this then?” he asked, his voice laced with wonder.

  Were we?

  My eyes flicked between his, searching for assurance that we weren’t doing something we’d regret. Staring back at me was a vulnerability that matched my own.

  “It’s never been like this,” he confided, settling his hands on either side of my face. “I’ve never gone bare before.”

  “Me neither,” I told him, fear and excitement coursing through my veins.

  I’d heard people talk about moments in their lives where time stood still, but I’d never understood what they meant. But being with Declan like this, I finally got it.

  A thousand thoughts barreled through my mind, with another thousand chasing after them. What was growing between us wasn’t casual and I wouldn’t be able to just walk away from it. This moment wasn’t just about our bodies being laid bare; our hearts were on the line as well. We walked a razor’s edge and we both knew it.

  “I …” he began, our eyes locked, before he trailed off. “This …” he started again, unable to complete the thought.

  Not that I could have either.

  “Fuck,” he growled, claiming my mouth with a possessive kiss as he drove into me.

  “Fuck,” he repeated, almost angrily, as he pushed me onto my back and pumped into me with excruciatingly slow and measured strokes. Then, changing tempo, he thrust harder and faster, matching the cadence of his breathing.

  He’d told me this is how he’d wanted it, but the urgency and intensity with which he fucked me was overwhelming. I thought I’d understood what Declan had meant, but the way he rode me was entirely outside my scope of experience.

  “Fuck,” he snarled against my neck, biting me and then sucking my flesh into his mouth to ease the sting.

  “Fuck,” he groaned again when he drew my nipple into his mouth and grazed the sensitive tip with his teeth.

  “Fuck,” he bit out when he did the same to the other one.

  Every cell of my body was consumed by him; every part of me belonging to him. He was nowhere and everywhere all at once. My hips rising to meet his rapid thrusts, I kissed his neck, and when I skimmed my teeth over his skin as he’d done to me, he shuddered and growled my name.

  When I felt the beginnings of an epic orgasm bloom in my belly, I tried to capture Declan’s gaze so he could see what he did to me, but he wouldn’t look at me. Pressing my palm to his cheek, I tried to guide his face to mine, but with his jaw clenched, he held firm.

  Declan swore again, and then, pulling out of me, flipped me onto my stomach. Wrapping his muscled arm around my front, he lifted me onto all fours before plunging into me with one driving thrust. My body bucked with each plunge of his cock into my wet, desperate pussy.

  “Down,” he commanded, the heel of his palm pressing into the curve of my spine.

  My arms collapsed and I dropped back onto my stomach. He ached over me, and zeroed in on my clit, stroking me insistently as his thrusts grew progressively more measured. Held captive beneath him, the only thing I could do was let him use my body the way he saw fit.

  The blanket clenched tight in my fists, I screwed my eyes shut as his relentless pounding pushed me closer and closer to the brink.

  “Come, damn you,” Declan demanded, his voice hoarse with exertion, as his teeth clamped down on my shoulder and his fingers danced over my clit with speed and force.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” I wailed as my entire body seized with a jarring, pulsing climax that robbed me of breath.

  “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah,” Declan chanted above me in the seconds just before his own orgasm blew through him.

  With a roar, his body jerked violently, and he convulsed while he emptied his cock into me. He collapsed, trapping me beneath him, as oxygen sawed in and out of his chest. I lay beneath him trying to catch my own breath, wondering what had just happened.

  One minute he had been sweet and tender, and the next it was like a switch had flipped and he fucked me like an animal. Is that what he’d meant when he said that’s the way he needed it? Not that I necessarily minded since my orgasm had been intense and satisfying. When he’d flipped me over and shoved his cock into me, it had felt amazing, his dominance something I enjoyed more than I thought possible. But I missed the connection we’d had when I rode him, our bodies chest to chest, our breaths mingling. If I couldn’t have that with him too …

  Suddenly, Declan rolled away and stood. Without a word or a backward glance, he retreated to the bathroom and shut the door, leaving me cold and naked and feeling hallowed out and alone. And now, despite everything he’d said about his feelings for me, I was ashamed too. I felt like I could have been anyone. That it wasn’t Sophie he wanted as much as it was my body he craved, a wet, warm place to lose himself for a time. Much as I wanted to believe I meant something to Declan—that this meant something to him—I worried I’d been wrong. That I’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book.

  Tears of rejection stung the back of my throat, and when I heard the shower running from behind the closed door my fight or flight instincts kicked in. I wasn’t sure which propelled me forward, but I was up and out of the bed in a flash. Spying his t-shirt on the floor, I cleaned myself up and tossed it in the corner.

  That’ll teach him, I thought as it landed with a whoosh.

  Collecting my clothes from around the room, I jerkily pulled them on and set my appearance to rights. I’d just finished zipping up my boots when Declan sauntered out of the bathroom, a robe draped loosely around his body. His eyes flicked to the bed and seeing me no longer there, he quickly searched the suite. When he saw me, his lips lifted in a sexy smirk before realization dawned. His smile dimmed and his eyes turning cautious.

  My arms crossed over my chest, I stood immobile. I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry I chanted in my head as I swallowed around the lump in my throat and cast my eyes upward.

  “Sophie?”

  I heard him approach from the other side of the room but I wouldn’t look at him. Coming to stand in front of me, he gripped my arms in his huge hands.

  “What’s wrong?”

  When I met his eyes, a tear slid down my cheek.

  Fuck.

  “Baby, what’s going on?” he whispered, his voice fearful, as he bent his knees to bring us to eye level. His gaze searching mine, he as
ked, “What can I do?”

  I hiccuped as I sucked in a breath and tried to control my reaction.

  “This was a mistake,” I murmured and, unable to withstand his scrutiny a second longer, dropped my eyes to the floor. “I shouldn’t have come here; we shouldn’t have done this. I’m sorry I let it go this far.”

  He nudged my chin and gaped at me. “No, Soph. Don’t say that.”

  Wrapping my pride around me in a protective layer, I straightened my spine and stood tall and steeled my resolve.

  “You don’t want me Declan. Not really.”

  He shook his head and opened his mouth to argue, but I forged on.

  “You only wanted the idea of me. Now that you’ve had it, I think we should go our separate ways. I’ll take a taxi home.”

  When I stepped around him, he gripped my arm and spun me back to face him.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” he protested. “Not until you explain what the ever loving fuck you’re going on about.”

  He marched us over to the sofa and pressed me into its flowery, overstuffed cushions. Dropping onto his heels, his eyes bored into mine until I was forced to look away, my chin raised defiantly.

  “You fought me when I tried to connect with you. You were inside of me, but you couldn’t look at me.” I cried.

  “Shit,” he uttered. “Is that really what you thought?”

  My head snapped back around. “What else was I supposed to think?”

  “Ah fuck, Sophie,” he sighed, falling into the chair opposite me. Propping his elbow on his thigh, he rested his face against his palm. “I’m sorry.”

  Maybe it was weak of me but I dropped my guard, wanting him to explain, to say something that would take away all my hurt. Willing him to explain in a way that would allow me to forgive him.

  “What was it about then?”

  “I …” He paused, then closed his eyes. When he opened them he stared out across the room. “It was too much.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  Declan huffed out a sardonic laugh. “No, you wouldn’t.”