A Bit of Rough

A Bit of Rough

Genre

M/F Contemporary Erotica

Blurb

When Alison meets Andrew, she instantly pegs him as a moron. He’s a total bad boy and does nothing but chain smoke and brag about his stream of past conquests. Yet, much to her confusion, Alison still finds herself attracted to him. She’s not had sex in a while, so Alison figures there’s no harm in going home with him to get herself a bit of rough.

Word count: 5,358

Excerpt

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When I met Andrew through friends of friends, I instantly pegged him as a bit of a moron. We were in a pub, and he was telling anybody that would listen about the many mishaps in his love life. Turns out he was quite the ladies’ man and had many close calls. The one he was regaling the room with when I arrived was an incident where he’d blown off a woman for the evening, only for her to turn up at his house and see him getting hot and heavy with someone else. Despite the fact he was mocking himself, it sounded like he was desperate for the people listening to know just how many women had been in his life, for however brief an interlude. He was one of those guys you love to hate. And yet, I still fancied him rotten. It was totally bizarre. He was not my type at all.

He was just a little taller than me, slim and lightly tattooed. His facial hair was somewhere between stubble and beard, his hair had no discernable style, and he smoked. I like my men tall, muscular, and clean-shaven. And I hate smoking. Therefore, it took me a while to put my finger on the reason—or reasons—for my odd attraction to the guy. When I finally worked it out, it was like a light bulb clicked on in my head.

He was—or at least he thought he was—a bad boy. What many would call “a bit of rough.” He was the guy you never introduced to your friends and certainly not to your parents. You kept him completely under wraps—preferably between the sheets—and enjoyed.

I got the vibe from his oozing self-confidence and the way he recounted his colorful sex life, that he was probably good in bed. I resolved to find out. I didn’t need to make a move; his arrogance assured him he was irresistible to all women, and he came on to me, knowing I wouldn’t refuse.

I almost did, just to take him down a peg or two. But he was hot, and I was horny, so I didn’t mind him picking me up. After all, I had no intention of becoming one of his amusing anecdotes. I wasn’t going to stick around long enough for that. I was simply in it for my “bit of rough”—then I was a goner.

We decided to go back to his place. I wouldn’t have been bothered either way, but it was clear he felt more comfortable in familiar surroundings. Plus, the more I thought about it, the more I realized going to his place was the more sensible option. I could scoot home whenever I wanted, and he’d never know where to find me. Not that I thought for a moment he was the type to stand below my bedroom window, declaring undying love, but I wasn’t about to take that chance.

As Andrew and I left the bar, my friend Jodi grabbed me for a “quick word.” I excused myself and went with her to the Ladies’ for our chat.

“What’s the matter?” I asked her, eager now to hit the road with my conquest.

Or was I his?

“What are you doing?” Jodi asked. “You know he’s a total man-whore, don’t you?”

I grinned. “Of course. That’s why I’m going home with him. I’m horny, he’s gorgeous, and I reckon he’ll be a great lay. Don’t worry; I’ve no intention of making him a permanent fixture. This is a one-off, no strings attached.”

“Fair enough. Have fun!”

I made to leave, but Jodi added, “Alison?”

I groaned, hoping I wasn’t about to get a lecture on safe sex from my lovely-yet-sensible friend. That was the last thing I needed, and it would completely kill my buzz. Not to mention condoms were a given, especially with a guy I knew slept around.

“Yeah?”

“Give him one for me, will ya?”

It seemed Andrew even appealed to the sensible girls.

Back at Andrew’s, I gave the place a once-over whilst he was in the kitchen getting us drinks. It was definitely at the low-scale end of bachelor pads, a small, one-bedroomed flat with very little room to maneuver. One might call it cozy, if one was being polite. The place was, however, extremely clean and tidy—much to my relief. Either this guy was a clean freak, or he had a helping hand with the housework from his mum. I hoped it was the former; that boded better for his personal hygiene, which affected me much more than whether the TV had been dusted.

I flopped onto the living room sofa just in the nick of time. Andrew smiled as he handed over my drink.

“Thanks,” I said. “Nice place you’ve got here.”

“It’s not bad. Much smaller than I’d like, but it’s all I can afford at the moment. It’s cozy, though, isn’t it?”

I grinned inwardly, anticipating his next words.

“It just means we’ll have to snuggle up closer, doesn’t it?”

If I hadn’t been so horny, I’d have laughed out loud. But he was hot and eager. I wasn’t going to risk crushing that huge ego. Not until I’d had my wicked way with him, anyway.

We sat and sipped at our drinks, making small talk with lots of meaningful eye contact. There was never any question over what was going to happen next; it was just a case of when. I found myself getting antsy, not to mention increasingly horny, and so thought I’d propel the action forward somewhat.

I knocked back my drink and set it on the table next to the sofa. Then I stood up and said, “Can I use your bathroom please?”

“Sure, it’s just through there.” He indicated the hallway leading off the room we were in.

I wandered through, did what I needed to do, and then inspected myself in the mirror, making sure I had no unsightly make-up smudges, or anything stuck in my teeth. After primping myself a little, I headed back into the living room. Andrew was nowhere to be seen, though I knew he wasn’t far away, as I heard clinking glasses. He was washing up.

I followed the sound into the tiny kitchen and padded up behind him, unsure if he’d heard me or not. I wasn’t bothered if he had noticed me or not; by this point, I just wanted to claim my prize.

I slipped my arms around his waist, deliberately pushing my breasts into his back and whispered into his ear, “Come on sweetie, I’m sure those can wait, can’t they? We have better things to be getting on with.”

Andrew stretched across the draining board, swiftly wiped his hands on a tea towel, and turned in my arms. Leaning down to kiss me, he said, “We most certainly do.”

He tasted faintly of cigarette smoke and more strongly of peppermint from a mint or some gum he’d clearly been munching to mask the smell. Oddly, the combination was a turn on. I hated smoking, but somehow the dirty habit fit perfectly with his pure masculinity. Once again, I wasn’t sure if I was the hunter or the prey. But I didn’t care. I was about to get my bit of rough.

In classic cliché style, I took Andrew’s hand and led him in the direction of what I hoped was the bedroom—the only place in the flat where I’d yet to go.

Luckily, my powers of deduction were correct, and I opened the door and stepped inside, not knowing what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised and even more convinced his mum did his cleaning. His bedroom was definitely not as dirty as his smoking habit. As with the rest of the flat, the room was small but tidy. The bed was made up in simple blue cotton—phew. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to curb my hilarity if we’d started slipping and sliding on black silken sheets.

Andrew let go of my hand and headed to the window. Mercifully, he pulled the curtains shut. The last thing we needed was one of his exes peering through the window as we fucked—as had happened in one of the tales of his past that he’d regaled us with in the pub.

He sat on the bed, pulled off his shoes, tossed them out of the way, and beckoned to me. I slipped off my own shoes and walked over to him. As I stood in front of him, my breasts were directly in front of his face. He didn’t seem to mind and responded by cupping them together and grinning with undisguised delight at the impressive cleavage this created beneath my V-neck top.

I grinned back then leaned down to kiss him. His considerable stubble grazed my face, but it served only to heighten my arousal. Grabbing my waist, Drew pulled me toward him, and we tumbled onto the bed, where I ended up sat astride him. Like that wasn’t planned, eh?

From the off, I knew my hunch about his bedroom skills had been correct. His kissing technique and every touch were sublime. Before long, we were down to our underwear. That’s when I got my first surprise. I knew the guy had tattoos, but—wow. He was covered in them.

“How many tattoos do you have?”

“Ten.”

“Let’s see ’em then.”

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Reviews

Top Pick, Miz Love Loves Books“A Bit of Rough by Ms Felthouse is a rollercoaster ride of naughtiness and I urge you to hop on and enjoy. If you are looking for a seriously sexy book that will have you squirming and flushing, gasping and plotting your own night of fun, then check out A Bit of Rough. You won’t be disappointed.” – Top Pick, Miz Love Loves Books

*****

“…a short, lusty ride. There is no promise of romance or love by Lucy Felthouse and there definitely was none to be had in this story. It is a well written piece though it presents no challenge or growth for either character.  It’s simply a titillating diary entry of a weekend to be remembered.” 4 Kisses (out of 5), TwoLipsReviews.com.

*****
“…Lucy delivers more than just that with her tale of attraction to the “bad boy” the one that scratches that sexual itch but nothing more, with a nice build up things move quickly from warm to scolding as the lovers explore each other every which way possible never missing a beat this is one story that will leave you gasping, moaning and crying out for more.” 4 out of 5, SexyReads.co.uk

*****

“A Bit of Rough by Lucy Felthouse was unbelievably hot and steamy. I thought how honest Allison was about what exactly she wanted. The male character was written perfectly – he is exactly how I imagine “bad boys” to be. Anyone who enjoys the erotic romance genre should read any or all of Lucy Felthouse’s stories.” All Things Books

*****

“A Bit of Rough was a great steamy story, which packed more than enough heat for its shortness. Lucy Felthouse’s detailed yet atmospheric writing definitely made the pages sizzle! If you are looking for a thrilling, sexy and satisfying read A Bit of Rough is the story for you!” The Forbidden Bookshelf

*****

“This story is super short, super HOT, and totally worth your time… Now….my question is this. Where can I buy a “Drew” and how soon can he be delivered to me?” 5 out of 5, Dirty Geeky Sexy Reviews

*****

“Ms Felthouse writes sex that makes your palms sweaty and heats you up…I really enjoyed the marathon session with the pretty but dull Drew! There isn’t a happy ever after; this isn’t an erotica romance and I accept the book isn’t about love, but very hot and steamy sex. I just realised that I have used the word sex EIGHT times in a 177-word review…I think this about sums up this hot little read! :D4 out of 5, Scorching Book Reviews

*****

“If you like your erotica crammed with a wide variety of “try this at home” sexual positions, and with a healthy dollop of tattoos thrown in, then A Bit of Rough by Lucy Felthouse is a hot must have.” Kay Jaybee

*****

“Fans of real erotica, will appreciate this quickie novella that packs a whole lot of heat. It was definitely a good form of erotica. It’s a romance book, but if you are looking for a sweet romance, this is not for you. My only disappoint, is that I was enjoying the book and didn’t want it to end so soon. I would have really loved to read more about Alison and Andrew; their chemistry was that amazing to me in this novella. I look forward to more books by the author.” 4 out of 5, Romance Novel Junkies