Anything But Vanilla

‘Yeah – then why don’t you step right out of them?’

Yes, absolutely. Why didn’t she? Only they seemed to get snagged around her ankles and he didn’t let up with that tongue of his. It tickled every sensitive nerve-ending in her body all at once, and that was before he lashed it softly against her clit.

Kara’s fists clenched tight in his hair. She was probably pulling a little too hard, but he didn’t object, rather he seemed to thrive on the sheer intensity of the moment. The sweet massage had caused her sex to plump, making it difficult to keep still. She felt dizzy, uncertain. Fire burned in her cheeks and her womb. God help her, if he kept it up, she would come right against his mouth before he received any reward for his efforts besides a glorious stiffy. Then again, maybe that’s what he got off on.

‘Don’t, you’re gonna …’

‘I’m going to what?’ She felt his smile as a rub of his cheek against her thigh. His next move concentrated his efforts on her clitoris. He tickled and petted the stiff little nub until she was totally undone. Her hips rolled of their own volition, pushing the whole of her pussy up against his mouth, wordlessly begging him for more, for him to never ever cease.

‘Pull up your top,’ he insisted. ‘Show me your tits.’

Kara wrenched her clingy top up over her bra. Her breasts were achy, the nipples pronounced against the satin fabric that confined them.

‘Touch yourself.’

She wasn’t sure what he was getting out of the demand. It wasn’t as if he was positioned to enjoy the view, for his attention remained on her pleasure. Kara understood a little better when she nipped one nipple between her thumb and fingertip. A pulse fired between her breast and her cunt, linking the two and making her orgasm ride up fast.

It broke as she squeezed both nipples hard and his tongue completed the circuit, dabbing against her clit. She sobbed into his shoulder when he rose and held her tight.

Ric didn’t remain still for long. First his lips swept against hers, bringing a second wave of heat to her insides. The kiss was by far the dirtiest she’d ever shared. The taste of her body clung to his lips, while the scent of her arousal flooded the air. Although shirtless, Ric remained otherwise properly dressed. Kara reached for his belt buckle, only for him to grin and step back. Still, the ridge of his erection showed clearly behind his fly.

‘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.’