Anything but Vanilla (5 page)

‘I thought you wanted to know where those keys are.’

‘They’re not in your pants?’

‘No,’ he grinned. ‘But let’s see if you can find them before I get fully into yours.’ He led her over to the bureau, not even giving her a moment to straighten out her clothes, and bent her over the polished surface so that her face lay close to the myriad little drawers set into the top. ‘They’re definitely in one of those. Shall we see if you can find them before I make you come again?’

He already had a head start, for one hand immediately wedged between her thighs, where it confidently stroked her still swollen clit. Kara gave a desperate whimper. She couldn’t concentrate while he did that. Nor did she really care to find the keys right now. She wasn’t about to sacrifice this for a faceful of biting cold wind and a night in her car wondering what could have been.

Ric’s breath tickled her ear. So too did his hair. ‘Ready?’

‘No, wait. What does the winner get? You’re not exactly convincing me that I want these keys.’

‘Bedding rights. One time, wherever, whenever.’ His breath tickled as it whispered past her ear. ‘And I don’t make this offer every day. Go.’

Kara reached out and tugged open the first of the drawers. Her current position didn’t allow her to see inside, so she had to rely on touch – paperclips, another one of those LED torches he had so many of, but no keys. She yanked open the second drawer without closing the first, just as she heard the slide of his zipper. The crackle of a foil wrapper immediately followed.

Damn, she wanted to crane her head and look at him, in order to know what his cock was like. She liked visuals, though she was pretty sure he was going to feel damn nice. Ric stood so close behind that even if she did turn she wouldn’t have gained a glimpse of him. Hell, if she moved a millimetre they’d be as intimate as it was possible to get.

Kara’s mouth fell open in anticipation. The second drawer remained unexplored.

‘You’re not looking,’ he prompted, still stroking her clit. ‘That’s kind of cheating, you know.’ The blunt tip of his thumb found her entrance and dipped inside a way. It came out wet. ‘Anywhere, anytime, anyhow, no matter who’s watching.’

Maybe, just maybe, she ought to try a little harder to win. God knows what sort of kinky hell he’d subject her to. Only she was way too interested in feeling his cock to focus on finding keys. Kara feigned interest in the drawer contents, waving her hand about inside the little wooden trough, but her attention remained focused on the nudge of his cock up against her sheath.

‘You’re very wet,’ he observed. The smack of his lips followed the comment, and she knew he lifted his thumb in order to taste her.

Suddenly, it was all too much. Kara pushed back against him, unable to keep still with him poised so close any longer. Instead of sliding home, his cock pressed hard against her bottom instead, almost testing her untried hole.

‘Steady now. Eagerness will get you everywhere.’ He lined them up properly then thrust inside her in one big push that knocked all the air from her lungs. When he drew back, it released her cry.

Sex oughtn’t to be allowed to feel this good, especially not the first time with someone. It made her behave like a perfect slut. She jiggled against him, bracing her palms flat against the desk. He seemed to fill her up right to her hopelessly sensitised clit. They rocked together hard, so that their joy was punctuated by the thump of the desk hitting the wall. Kara’s pants turned to squeals. She couldn’t hold it in. She couldn’t keep how good it felt locked inside her.

Ric’s teeth grazed the side of her neck and the top of her shoulder, which only encouraged her to push back harder. She strained against him, loving the sensation of her back brushing against his tight abs and his long hair tickling her skin.

They were both coasting close to the edge when he slowed everything down and turned each thrust into a crazily sweet figure of eight. Her cunt clenched around him, desiring the hardness of their previous pace, yet loving how this slower roll seemed to sensitise the whole of her body. For a while they danced in perfect harmony. The graze of Ric’s teeth became the sort of deep kiss that marked. He sucked her up into him, possessing her fully. Then just as her body had begun to sink into a liquid and languid state, he switched things up again.

Ric fucked like a perfect madman, his blond hair whipping them both while he filled her with perfect precision. Her heart rate doubled and heat filled Kara’s cheeks. The buzz in her clit started out small, just a little fizz that grew until it encompassed the whole of her pussy. She drowned in its power, gasping for air. For the first time ever, her second climax was so much greater than the first. It rolled on and on, pulsing inside of her and making her muscles clench tight around the glory of his cock. Normally, if a lover managed to wring a second orgasm from her, it was a quiet, paltry little tremor. This was huge. It crackled through her synapses and almost knocked her out.

Boneless and dazed, Kara peeled herself up off the surface of the desk. ‘Wow!’ Even that monosyllable didn’t convey the magnificence of the act. She leaned back against Ric in order to seek his kiss. His arms wrapped tight around her as they supped upon one another’s breath. He stayed inside her too, his cock rigidly hard. It took a moment for her to realise that he hadn’t come, that despite the mind-blowing peak he’d propelled her to, he hadn’t found satisfaction of his own. No wonder he lapped up her kisses like a man dying of thirst.

‘Keys,’ he murmured when they came up for air and all Kara could do was crane her head to look at him. He dropped the bunch square into her palm. They’d been in the second open drawer.

Kara let them fall from her hand on to the carpet, thoughts of promises and prizes cast aside for the moment. ‘Do you need me to see to something?’ She squeezed tight her muscles around his cock to drop him a clue, though she was planning on planting his arse firmly on the desk before sucking him so that he came like a supernova.

Ric shivered, but held her fast, preventing her from turning. ‘Keep on doing that.’

‘This?’ So he clearly liked the feel of her. He’d love the generosity of her mouth, but as instructed she concentrated hard on fluttering her sheath around his shaft. ‘Don’t you want to move? I could show you exactly what I can do on my knees.’

‘Stay.’ He briefly encompassed her breasts, holding them cupped within his big hands before he drew his hold down to her hips. ‘I’m going to put my fingers in you.’

‘Huh?’ Kara barely had time to comprehend his intent before he wriggled a – correction, two fingers inside her alongside his cock. The stretch made her groan. It was a wonder she could accommodate the extra girth, especially when he moved so that he was slowly stroking them both.

‘Know where I want to put my thumb?’

Given that he’d somehow managed to bend her over the desk again, so that her bottom was waving in the air and her cunt was full of both his cock and fingers, the answer seemed plain enough. ‘Wait up. I … I don’t do, I haven’t done … Fuck!’ Kara bit her lip as his thumb rubbed lightly over the whorl of her anus. What was it with her bottom? Mr One-Night Stand from yesterday had suggested sticking a finger up there too.

‘Have you never been fucked in the arse?’ The hitch in Ric’s voice betrayed his surprise. He stared at her intrigued, his gaze switching back and forth between her expression and her exposed rear.

‘Well, have you?’ she asked, the high pitch of her voice betraying her defensiveness.

Ric graced her with another of his feral grins. ‘Yeah, actually.’ Nary a hint of colour troubled his cheeks.

‘I meant –’ Kara interrupted.

‘I know what you meant and the answer’s yeah, whichever way you intended it. I’ve both done and been done. You’re not going to get all shocked because I’ve done it with a guy?’ Actually, that didn’t surprise her one bit, not considering how predatory he was. She didn’t think gender made much impact on his choices. Matter of fact, she’d lay money on him having pulled the whole
jus primae noctis
thing even if Chris had picked the keys up in person. Damn, maybe Ric hadn’t made a snap decision; maybe he’d been planning this from the moment he’d signed over the barn.

‘So, Miss North, are you going to let me slip you a finger or two?’ Given that he was already moving two fingers inside her along with his cock, it seemed something of an odd question.

‘That’s all. Just fingers.’

‘For now.’ He laughed, baring his teeth. Damn if she didn’t like the way he did that. It suggested just enough aggression to really wet her panties. Not that she had any on any more. ‘Remember I won our little trial. So, anytime, anyplace, anyhow.’

‘Yeah, I bet you have it all planned out.’

He preened just a little. ‘Well, there is a nice little cove down by your barn, with some very convenient rings bolted into the rocks. I find they’re just perfect for spreading wayward tenants out and making sure they lie still and take it while I collect any tithes owed.’

‘No, you don’t.’

‘Believe what you like, Kara, but don’t short change yourself. Admit you’re intrigued by the notion. This is my island. My roots here date back to the eleventh century. Think about how hard you’ll come once I’ve stripped you naked, tied you down and spanked this pretty plump arse of yours until it glows. And then, and only then, will I slip my cock into you and claim my tithe.’ His lips briefly nudged her ear. ‘Maybe I’ll take a few snapshots too.’

True enough, her breath grew heavy in her lungs as he spun out the fantasy. She didn’t even know if the cove existed, but the cheeks of her bottom were tingling with anticipation and the lips of her cunt were slick with fresh arousal. Somehow the notion of paying her taxes to him in the form of sexual favours didn’t seem all that wrong. At least it would be time well spent.

‘So, about that thumb,’ he teased, walking his digits over the curve of her arse. Kara immediately tensed, only for him to crack his hand down hard across one cheek.

‘Ouch!’ Fire plumed out from the point of impact, making her flesh tender. Ric rubbed a hand over the same point which seemed to emphasise the sting. It was too sensitive to tolerate but too intense a pleasure not to crave. She twitched when his thumb brushed against the tight whorl of muscle he’d made his goal, prompting him to deliver a second sharper smack.

God, it took her breath away. ‘Don’t’ she whimpered. ‘I’ll hold still. I swear it.’

Ric leaned close. He tickled the shell of her ear again. ‘Maybe I don’t want you to. Maybe I like the way your muscles clamp down tight.’ She hadn’t realised it, but her muscles hugged his cock in a death embrace. Kara willed them to relax, which rewarded her with the first real groan she’d heard him make. He lifted his hand again, but he didn’t smack. Instead he smoothed his thumb over her puckered entrance. ‘You know, I’m still finding it a little hard to believe that you’re untried. You’re not lying to me, are you? Because you seem the sort to experiment?’

‘Yeah, so maybe my partners weren’t so adventurous.’ She repressed memories of Gavin’s cock-centric, stick-it-in-and-wiggle-and-it’ll-all-work-out style of loving. He’d never understood the allure of the taboo.

‘Then it’s a good job you ran into me.’ He rubbed again with the super-smooth pad of his thumb. Maybe developer fluid had softened out the grooves. ‘Easy, now. Easy. Let me just dip in.’

Goosebumps broke out across Kara’s skin. She tried not to tense up again, but the sensation was new and he’d made it into a big thing by discussing it. If he’d just slipped her a finger while they’d been caught up in the act of fucking then it’d have been a turn-on but nothing so mentally intense.

Ric pushed a little but drew back at the resistance. When he tried again it was with one of the fingers he’d just withdrawn from her cunt. It slid in up to the first knuckle. A second soon joined it, and they massaged her inside, causing hasty exhalations. He’d hit on a hidden set of nerves that lit up and tangoed at being caressed.

‘That’s right. Good girl,’ Ric praised. Slowly, his hips began to rock again, the demands of his cock too urgent to ignore any longer. It was sheer bloody amazing he’d managed to hold still the length of time he’d managed already. His shaft moved in time with the stab of his fingers. Kara’s body sucked on to both penetrations with equal ardour. No one had ever made her come three times in a row. She’d spent plenty of time trying to accomplish it all by herself, but had reached the conclusion long ago that her body simply wasn’t wired up like that. Some women could come over and over, but she wasn’t one of them. Mind you, she’d never tried pushing a finger up her arse. Clearly, that was key.

‘More,’ she groaned.

Ric gave a sharp whistle, but he rose to the challenge. He stretched out his fingers inside her too, so they slid deeper. Then he scissored them apart like he was treading water with his fingers. ‘When I set up that shoot for you with two guys, I swear you’re going to thank me for this.’

Two guys – yeah, she guessed the possibilities opened out if she was prepared to take one of them in her arse as well as her cunt. She’d reach bliss like the woman in the photograph upstairs.

Kara’s neck arched and her legs began to tremble. Ric didn’t let up. This time he was going for broke, and he was too caught up in the action to tune it down a notch. His lightning-quick rhythm turned everything into a frantic blur. She knew the moment he came though, even before the bellow he made gave him away, because the pulse of his cock beat hard inside her. He jerked and jerked, hanging on to her as though his life depended upon it. Maybe it did. Her balance was shot to hell. Sandwiched between Ric’s hold and the desk she managed to stay upright despite the trembles that magnified and ballooned into a thunderous climax.

When he withdrew, she felt sticky and sore. Ric’s wet cock briefly crossed her palm. She made a feeble attempt to capture him. ‘Behave,’ he chastised. He picked up his whisky tumbler and downed the remainder in one gulp.

Kara straightened up. Her legs wobbled but she managed to rearrange her clothes and hobble over to her former chair. She slumped into the leather embrace, where she sat looking at Ric, wondering what the hell to say. This was the point at which she would expect her instincts to tell her to snatch up the keys from the carpet and get out of here. It had been intense, but nothing that burned this brightly could possibly survive the daybreak. Still, she couldn’t make herself leave.