Anything but Vanilla (13 page)

When his heat parted from her body, she glanced back to find him slathering his cock with lube, pulled from the pocket of his jacket, which she didn’t recall him even picking up. He came to her all swathed and shiny.

His fingers slid through her juices. The rough handling only made them run more thickly. Ric used her wetness to further lubricate her hole.

‘Ready for this?’ He sandwiched them close together.

‘No … Yeah.’ She was and she wasn’t.

The pressure against her backside grew intense. It almost threatened to overwhelm her desire. Just when her nerves had fired up and she was starting to get skittery, Ric cupped her mons with his palm and gently pulled her back on to him.

‘Yes. Fuck, yes!’ His hissed exclamation scalded the back of her neck.

Ric curled up his fingers so that two of them teased the entrance to her sex, then he used his other hand to hold her hip still as he gave another thrust.

It felt alien and tight as the springy curls of his loins nestled up against the curves of her arse. At the same time, pleasure seemed to flood her sex, so that the slide of his palm against her cunt became ridiculously smooth. Moisture trickled down her inner thigh. Heat followed, as he’d said it would, but not contained purely within her bottom. Rather the flames crackled and spread right across her synapses.

Kara ached, and he filled her. Or at least he filled part of her, for her pussy clenched at the tips of his fingers, trying to hold on to something that wasn’t there. Perhaps it was no surprise that she thought of Zach in that moment: Zach joining them, Zach filling up her cunt while Ric pleasured her arse. Ric knew how to make this good. It seemed totally natural to have him filling her in this way, and far, far nicer than she ever thought it would be, but having both men, that’d be like discovering a whole new world.

‘Babe, you’re heaven,’ Ric murmured. ‘I need to speed it up, though. You’re too tight. It’s too good to hold it off for long.’ The way his breathing had become laboured and his hips rolled in ever swifter circles seemed to confirm that.

‘Is this what you did with Zach?’ she blurted, only to clench her muscles tight and clamp a hand across her mouth.

Ric groaned. ‘What did you say?’

Shit! She hadn’t meant to speak her thoughts aloud. ‘I asked if you fucked Zach this way. He kind of hinted that you weren’t picky over gender orientation when it came to collecting on your taxes.’

Ric’s laughter emerged in punchy little bursts. ‘I bet you just love that idea, don’t you?’ He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her more firmly against him, so that all that lay between their bodies was a trickle of sweat. ‘Mmm, yeah, I can tell you do. Your passage is like silk. You’re so smooth, but your pussy is just weeping for more, isn’t it? Is that why you’re thinking of him? Are you getting ideas from those pictures of him?’

‘No.’ Dear God, had the guy she thought she’d recognised in Ric’s photos been Zach?

The denial made him chuckle again.

‘Maybe I ought to haul you both in and do a shoot. He has a prehensile tongue, did you know that?

Did such a thing exist? No matter, just hearing Ric say it formed extra lewd pictures in her brain of what the two men had been doing together in order for Ric to discover it.

‘Just watch him licking an ice cream if you don’t believe me.’ Ric shoved her legs wider apart, so that he could push his fingers a fraction deeper. ‘Oh, man. That’s really got you wet.’ Immediately, her sheath clenched around his digits. His loins slapped hard against her bottom,
thump, thump, clash
, like he was playing percussion. With twin penetrations egging her towards climax, it came rushing up in a lava flow.

‘Just a little more, Kara. We’re almost there.’

Ric gyrated their bodies as one. For three, maybe four seconds everything was sublimely perfect. Then her muscles tightened and began to pulse. Her climax ripped through her as a stream of white hot darts.

‘Oh, hellfire. Oh, sh –’ He pressed hard upon her clit, and then seemed to soar for ever, his hips still pumping long after she was all wrung out.

Ric held on to her long after his orgasm had petered out, which she took as a sort of apology for the previous time when he’d been so abrupt. She did wonder though if he wasn’t simply holding on because his legs were so shaky he feared toppling over. If he felt remotely as she did, then that remained a genuine possibility.

‘Mammoth,’ he muttered, when they eventually broke apart.

Kara turned around to face him and caught him mopping the sweat off his brow with his T-shirt. ‘Is it true, about you and Zach? You never answered.’

Ric offered up the T-shirt for her to use. ‘It’s true,’ he said simply, and left it at that.

Ric wasn’t sure what he was doing; instead of parting ways, he’d somehow ended up back at Kara’s, drinking tea of all things. It wasn’t even as if he liked the stuff, the tannin always coated his teeth, and they were struggling when it came to small talk. It wasn’t like him, but he just didn’t want to go home.

Kara yawned into her palm, too polite to show him the door. He was confident she wasn’t looking for anything deeper from him. Maybe that’s why he felt so safe here. She understood. She was happy with this being a casual thing.

‘I ought to let you sleep,’ he said eventually, and returned his mug to the coffee table. Kara followed him to the door to show him out. But when she reached out to raise the latch, he turned and enfolded her in his arms instead. Then somehow the exaggerated goodbye kiss he’d meant it to be morphed into a hello-there’s-no-way-I’m-leaving-yet kiss, as his blood rushed to his loins.

Thinking with his cock took no effort. It never had, and it was preferable to the crap that was going on inside his brain. Ric scooped Kara into his arms and carried her right up the stairs to her bed.

‘Ric,’ she squealed, when he threw her on to the mattress, though he noted it wasn’t a cry of objection. ‘What are you –’ Her words petered out as he loosened his fly and then dived on to the bed alongside her.

‘You’re not too tired, are you?’ He zipped open her jacket and headed straight for her breasts. Playtime with Zach just didn’t involve such bountiful delights. He mouthed her nipples through the bra, smiling when his actions made them steeple. But it wasn’t enough just to do that: he needed some proper visuals, and his fingers were soon working to open the catch.

‘Mm,’ she groaned. ‘What are you doing? What’s this about? I thought you were going home.’

‘Isn’t it apparent?’ He wrestled off his T-shirt, flung it to some far corner of the room. Kara’s clothing followed, right down to the tiny scrap of lace that was masquerading as a pair of panties. He left that on, somehow appreciating its role as an imperfect barrier. ‘Just because it’s casual doesn’t mean it has to be quick.’ He raised his eyebrows questioningly.

Her eyes widened in surprise. ‘You’re staying … you’re staying the night?’

‘That’s not a problem, is it?’ He looked up at her from beneath his eyelashes. ‘I promise I don’t snore. I’m an ace alarm clock, and I give the best bedtime cuddles this side of … oooh, Exeter.’

‘Yeah?’

He traced his tongue across her middle, stopping briefly to tease the hollow of her navel. ‘Yeah.’ He shuffled backwards a fraction more, so that his mouth was poised over her sex. ‘Want a demonstration?’ He ran a finger, and then his tongue, around the edge of the triangle of lace. It tickled him to bits the way her thighs automatically clenched as if to guard her treasure, and that just made the notion of coaxing her all the more appealing.

‘I don’t want a demo. I want the real thing.’ She reached out to him. Touched him on the shoulders, where the black lines of one of his tattoos wound across the flesh. He kissed her briefly before pushing her back down on to her back.

‘Real deal coming up.’

He figured she thought he’d remove her panties. Not so. Ric returned to nibbling around the edges of them as though they were some sort of chastity belt he couldn’t work out how to breach, which had exactly the effect he was looking for. Within minutes she was lifting her hips off the bed, making a silent plea for him to take them off, which he didn’t, because he’d already decided that they were definitely staying on. Life was all about contrasts. Last night in his study he’d had her fully dressed apart from her panties, and now, in her bed, he intended to have her naked apart from her knickers.

What’s more, he absolutely knew it was the right choice from the way she squirmed when he dipped his tongue underneath the barrier.

Yeah, she was an absolute pleasure to torture, just like Zach was. Not that he was thinking about him right now. He pushed the image of Zach’s wiry body to the back of his mind. Right now his goal was pussy, not cock.

‘God, Ric, please.’

Kara did a crunch and sat up. She clutched his head to her crotch as if that was enough to persuade him he had permission to go further. Maybe he was being a bit of a bastard; after all, her clit was already peeping out of its hood. He could see the outline of the little bead through the layer of lace. He petted it with his tongue, provoking delighted groans, only for her voice to momentarily fall silent when he began to gently suck.

Then, ‘Oh, oh!’ she sang. ‘No fair. Let me touch you too.’

Ric looked up along the length of her body, a grin stretching his cheeks. ‘OK.’ They could make this mutual. He turned around, so that he crouched on all fours above her. Kara at once pulled him down towards her mouth.

Ric hissed. The muscles of his abs pulled tight as she welcomed him into the warm cave of her mouth. He held himself tense, basking in the glory of the moment. His erection swelled, and he rolled his hips in time with her sucks. Kara clamped her hands upon his arse and took control of his rhythm. Not too far, she wasn’t quite up to having him slide into her throat. But then not many people mastered that talent.

Ric drew aside her panties and began to fuck her with his tongue. The taste of her filled his mouth, slightly salty in amongst the sweetness, and so different to the taste of a man.

So different to the taste of Zach.

He ought to have been doing this with him tonight. Instead, Zach was determined to put his nose out of joint. Why did he have to sacrifice everything they had for something so pointless? What did words signify anyway? They knew in their hearts what they felt when they were together. There’d never been any question about the attraction between them. Didn’t that make it obvious that something else existed too?

Yes, you could have casual, meaningless sex, but what they had had never been casual. After seven years, how could it be? However, that didn’t mean they needed to pin a label on it.

Screw him. If he couldn’t see the truth, then let him watch it all melt away.

He had Kara.

She understood him.

She got his needs.

Perhaps got them a little too well. Her fingers uncurled from the flesh of his arse and began exploring the puckered ring of muscle between his cheeks. ‘Revenge,’ he muttered, knowing this was payback for what he’d done to her. It made him want to hug her tight. Yes, she understood him enough to mirror all the stuff he’d loved doing to her.

It got a little hard to concentrate, of course, when her fingers were dabbing inside his arse. All the little nerve-endings there were instantly alight and sending pulses of pleasure to his brain. Things got harder still when she stopped sucking him long enough to wet two fingers. Ric lifted his head. He knew what was coming, before her fingers wormed inside his arsehole. She really did mean to repay every moment of pleasure he’d given her.

Only, men …
he
… wasn’t wired in quite the same way. Something slipped in more than an inch and angled quite like that was guaranteed to make short work of anything. Ric pulled away fast and rolled over on to his back, panting.

Kara immediately scrambled over him so that she sat astride his waist. Her hair formed a canopy around them as she looked down into his face. ‘Keen to dish it out but you can’t take it, eh?’

‘I can take it,’ he gasped.

She laughed as he brushed the line of sweat from above his lip.

‘Does Zach fuck you?’ she asked.

He didn’t want to think about Zach. He tried to distract her with a kiss, but she just lifted up out of his reach and kept her hands on his shoulders so that he couldn’t rise.

‘No.’ Leastways, he didn’t very often.

‘Why not?’

‘I fuck him. He’s my tenant, not the other way around.’ She grinned then, as if this proved she’d somehow bested him.

‘Often?’

‘Why the questions?’

Her smile wrinkled the top of her cheeks and showed off all her teeth. ‘Just curious.’ She tilted her head to one side. ‘And picturing it is kind of a turn on.’

He couldn’t argue with that. Even if he hadn’t been his lover, Zach would still have been his muse. The guy had bone-structure the camera just loved, and a frame that again seemed to lend itself to extreme lighting. More importantly, he could smoulder with the best of them.

‘Tell me about him.’ Kara shimmied backwards until his cock bumped against her pussy. A second later, the honeyed heat of her sex surrounded him.

Ric’s eyelids closed. Fucking sweet. Damn, she was hot. The walls of her sheath rippled around his cock, tugging, squeezing, as she began to rise and fall. He wouldn’t last. He tried to catch hold of her, but Kara knocked his hands away.

‘Tell me about it,’ she insisted, pressing down hard on his chest with the heels of her hands. ‘What’s it like when he’s on top of you like this? Has he ever held you down so that he could ride you?’

Like she was doing now? Taking control, even though he was ostensibly the one doing the penetrating.

‘No,’ he said, jerking sidewards abruptly, so that they toppled over. He grabbed both of Kara’s wrists and pinned them either side of her head. ‘With Zach, it’s more like this.’ He filled her cunt again, pumped his hips hard and fast, until they were both slick with sweat and panting, and the headboard was knocking holes in the plaster.