Anything But Vanilla

‘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.

‘Spare bedroom’s on the first floor,’ he said.

Kara’s heart plummeted into her gut.

‘Right.’ She might not be so eager to run, but Ric obviously felt differently. While he wasn’t about to turf her out, the party was definitely over. His whole mien had changed. He’d clammed up so tight the strain showed around his eyes. ‘Goodnight,’ he managed to croak as he left the study.

Kara took a breath but held back the tart retort that sat on her tongue. ‘Yeah, right,’ she whispered to herself as she climbed the stairs a few moments later. She was so going to sleep well after that mine had just blown up in her face. Alaric Liddell might be a damn good fuck but apparently he also had a chip the size of his blasted island on his shoulders about engaging in post-coital intimacy. Shame, because she’d rather been looking forward to laying her head down next to his on a pillow.

CHAPTER FOUR

Ric lingered on the stairs watching the guest room door. He knew the exact move to make to turn what had been a fabulous evening into an all-night lust fest. It would start with an apology and include room for grovelling and penance. Only one thing stopped him – he’d made this mistake before, rushed in before he’d really judged a character and lived to regret it. A playful smile didn’t necessary equate to a great long-term lover. Sometimes, it didn’t matter how plain he made it that he was in this for fun and nothing more; as soon as he turned up the heat, women expected emotions to follow.

The idea of exposing himself to that level of intimacy set a shiver racing down his spine. Ric folded his arms before him. He took a deep breath and forced himself along the corridor, head down, absolutely not straining his neck to look back over his shoulder at what could still be, if he simply knocked upon the guest room door.

Don’t be a fool. Kara North might be a very welcome addition to Liddell Island; she looked good, smelled better and, boy, did she make a good after-dinner guest, but he absolutely wasn’t looking for a permanent fixture in his life.

Still, he only crossed the threshold of his room once he’d seen her light blink out. Much as the idea of company enticed him, intruding on a person’s sleep overstepped certain boundaries, and, if all you were offering was one night of no-strings sex, it moved you firmly into dickhead territory.

Ric stripped off in the dark, leaving his clothes in a heap upon the floor. Sleeping apart was for the best. It meant that come morning they’d part company with no further expectations of one another. It might not constitute the most comfortable arrangement, but at least he hadn’t helped to generate any false hopes on her part. She wouldn’t be the first lover he’d had that had called him a bastard for laying things out straight. He’d wait and see how she settled down on the island before he even thought of claiming his prize.

Ric grinned as he flopped on to the pillows anticipating that future date. The memory of Kara’s long legs and the silk-smooth grip of her pussy still made him feel warm and fuzzy.

Sometimes he liked to imagine he could get by without sex. That he could genuinely lock himself up in this fort and not bother with the world outside. But he’d tried celibacy once. Gone stir crazy in a matter of weeks and then ended up wanking himself stupid, before hitting Torquay as though he meant to shag every inhabitant. Few good memories existed of that weekend. Not so this evening. He’d hardly believed his luck when he opened the door to find her peeping in at him from the gloom like some sort of sea sprite.

She had an earthy sort of beauty: faerie-like angularity set within an oval face, the delicate bone structure combined with a wide, giving mouth. Everything about that mouth said she was a girl who liked to suck. Maybe he should have pressed more to find out. In his mind’s eye, he pictured her crouched over him, ready to dip her head and pull him deep.

Not that he was ready to hand over that sort of power. He had issues on that score already.

Ric instantly switched the scenario in his head, imagining her sitting, him standing. He cupped her bounteous breasts together, while he thrust his cock into the soft chasm between them. Every time his shaft peeped from between her breasts Kara dipped her chin and licked the tip of his cock.

Damn – his hand closed around his shaft and began to pump – it’d been too long since he’d met a woman willing to roll with her desires. The last few he’d become embroiled with had been ridiculously coy and swore they wanted nothing but vanilla sex. Not so Kara. It hadn’t mattered what he’d suggested, she’d gone with it. She’d let him lead, and trusted him enough to guarantee her pleasure.

Fuck! This was no good. Ric snatched his hands away from his crotch. He clenched his fists by his sides. Now he was randy as a satyr again, with only his palm to relieve him. Well, his palm and a few toys he liked to torture himself with. There were loops of silk cord knotted around the posts of his bed for good reason and they were fuck all to do with being tied up. Ric preferred restrictions to restraints. He preferred to keep his hands away from his cock. Wanking oneself was altogether too easy, too addictive and just didn’t relieve any of the strain.

That which is harder to attain is always more rewarding. Saying it didn’t help with the cockstand he was facing. Ric splayed his fingers over the eiderdown. He lay breathing in a steady rhythm for several moments, but his erection wasn’t going away. Masturbating would be a poor substitute for the gorgeous woman occupying the bed across the hall, but with any luck it might get him to sleep tonight.

You sad bastard.

He stretched sidewards to open the top drawer in the bedside table, only for his phone to buzz just as he closed his hand around a bottle of lube. He kept hold of the lube, and answered the phone with his free hand. ‘Yeah,’ he drawled into the receiver.

‘We need to talk,’ the husky voice of his favourite fuck buddy purred into his ear.

Shit! Not now. ‘I can’t imagine what about.’

A deep sigh reached him from the other end of the phone line. ‘Cut the bollocks, Ric. We’ve known each other too long. Credit me with some brains.’

‘Fine. I assume this is why you’re not over here now.’ They had a semi-regular date. Shagathon Sunday, Zach had once branded it. It would certainly have been that if Kara had arrived in the middle of what they normally got up to. Considering her reaction to that group shot, he didn’t think she’d have balked at a threesome with two guys.

Ric flicked open the top of the lube and slathered it over his hungry dick. ‘Wouldn’t this have been more appropriate face to face?’ he asked sweetly.

There was a lip-chewing pause on the other end of the line, before Zach’s deep voice rumbled, ‘I know what happens when I come near you.’

‘You come,’ he quipped in return. ‘Isn’t that the whole point? That’s what fuck buddies do.’

‘Stop calling me that.’

Ric formed a ring with his fingers and began to work his cock. The silky lube made for an extra-smooth glide that eased his overwrought nerves. Now he had two lovely images in his head. One of Kara’s cunt clasping him, and one of Zach’s delightfully wicked tongue lighting up an array of very sensitive nerve-endings.

‘Shit! Are you with someone?’ Zach cursed.

The sounds of his self-loving must have reached Zach’s ears, or maybe it was the catch in his breath each time his palm rubbed over his glans. ‘Not just at the minute, but the new owner of Beachcomber’s Barn has arrived. She’s staying in my guest room,’ Ric confessed.

‘You fucking …’ Zach’s words trailed off. ‘Uh!’

Ric refused to let the frustration in Zach’s voice rile him. He hadn’t changed in any way. Zach was the one suddenly murmuring about commitment after years of them enjoying a very casual and open relationship. They’d always had other partners. ‘Shall I tell you about her?’ He deliberately made his voice low and sexy. They often traded sexual encounter stories. Sometimes it really helped to set the mood.