Читать книгу Anything But Vanilla - Madelynne Ellis, Madelynne Ellis - Страница 6

Kara stood befuddled by the doorway, a glass of malt whisky clutched tightly within her hand, staring at the black-lettered document that granted the Liddells of the islands certain rights over the island’s inhabitants, the primary one being the right to tame any maiden that came to live in their domain.

‘This was never upheld, though,’ she croaked. The tingle of Ric’s kiss still lingered on her lips, while the sight of his still naked torso did nothing to calm her raging libido.

‘I assure you it was. There’s documentary evidence.’ He waved at the shelves of books surrounding them. ‘Lists of who and when, and how old they were and where they came from. Even some stuff about whom they went on to marry, although details about the actual main events are pretty scanty.’ He edged towards her again as he spoke, having returned the spirits decanter to its home.

‘Blessedly so, I’d have thought. Most of them must have been scared out of their wits at being summoned up here to warm the master’s bed for the night.’ Somehow she doubted many of Ric’s ancestors had been quite so beautifully put together. Physically, she got off on the wiry, hard-edged make-up of his physique, and that swathe of flaxen hair. And no way had they smelled as good. His scent, a perfect blend of good old-fashioned male spice and expensive aftershave, reached her at that very moment, sending her senses into another meltdown. He led her across to an armchair, and bent down by its side.

A faint smile played upon his generous lips. ‘Don’t you care to know how others enjoy sex?’

She cared to know how he enjoyed sex.

Kara blinked at him uncertainly, unsure if he was leading her somewhere or just teasing. He knew she’d enjoyed his welcome kiss, because she hadn’t been able to stop herself groaning. ‘I’ve never thought about it.’

‘Oh!’ He nodded. ‘If I revived the practice, I’d make sure to record every aspect.’

‘You’d photograph it.’ Kara swallowed slowly around the sudden tightness that gripped her whole body including her throat. Heat zipped between them like fireflies.

‘Film,’ he corrected.

Damn, was he seriously suggesting this? The way he looked her right in the eyes as he spoke rather implied he was. Kara rubbed her fingers over her lips to hide her nervousness. She wasn’t camera-shy like some folks she knew, but she’d never before considered allowing herself to be filmed having sex. Was that even what he was really suggesting?

Perhaps sensing her uncertainty, Ric dipped on to one knee before her and removed the whisky tumbler from her grip. ‘What do you think? Are you shocked?’

‘No, of course …’ Damn it, yes, she was. And intrigued, and aroused, and petrified.

Gently, Ric pressed a kiss to her curled fingers, which caused every nerve in Kara’s body to light up like sparklers. Oh God! They were going to fuck. No, judging by the look in his eyes and the fact that she had to avert her gaze because her cheeks burned with embarrassment, they were going to do something far less straightforward and far dirtier than that.

Kara’s clit perked up immediately. Damn, she didn’t want to wait while he set up lights and a camera. She reached a hand out towards him. Made that first contact, but touching him in the centre of his chest.

Ric wasn’t hairy in the way her one-night stand had been, but nor was he man-sculpted. A few springy curls skirted the hollow of his navel, and thickened where his stomach flattened out. No doubt if she followed that line, she’d find a crisp thatch above his loins.

‘Are you sure about this?’ Ric ran his tongue over his canines in a fox-like fashion. ‘Are we going to start up the old tradition together?’

She didn’t believe for a second she was the first woman he’d done this with. ‘Am I expected to just fall into your arms, or make some attempt to fend you off?’

‘Do you want to fend me off?’

A tiny cry escaped her throat. He had to know that she didn’t. Damn, if he so much as touched her again she’d jump. ‘Maybe. I don’t know anything about you. I don’t even know if those keys are actually missing.’

‘Ah.’ His eyebrows hitched a fraction. She hadn’t meant anything by it but, by God, she’d hit on the truth. He’d known where they were all along. The swift glance he made towards the desk confirmed it.

Despite her desires riding her like a bitch, Kara grew momentarily serious. They hadn’t known one another, but he’d made a snap decision earlier. He’d chosen not to be honest within seconds of her crossing his threshold, like she’d tripped some sort of slut alert and he wanted in on that action.

Kara pushed up out of her seat. ‘If you’ve hidden them, if you’ve been playing me … I’ll –’

‘You’ll what?’

‘I’ll …’

‘Sorry,’ he pleaded before she had a chance to ruin all the lovely tension they’d built up. ‘They’re not lost. I didn’t hide them, if that’s what you think. I just haven’t handed them over yet.’

‘Why?’

‘Not that it’s a great defence, but I don’t get very much company up here. Especially not beautiful company that didn’t just knock on the door in order to use the facilities. Besides, you couldn’t have trekked over to the barn in the dark with this wind anyway.’ Certainly the wind had got up. Even cocooned inside the metre-thick walls of the fort you could hear it howling. ‘Forgive me.’ His hand settled lightly upon her calf.

Kara froze. Oh, God, it wasn’t right that a touch there should have so much power. Her pussy instantly flooded with heat.

‘Where are they?’ she asked tremulously.

‘The keys? Oh, Kara – don’t be a spoilsport, not when you’re enjoying this just as much as I.’ His hand crept a little higher up her leg, and disappeared under the hem of her skirt.

‘Give me those keys.’

‘I will. As soon as I’ve made a proper apology.’

Hell, he was pushy, and she really ought to stop him rubbing her inner thigh like that, because it was ridiculously pleasant, and he was a liar, and obviously not to be trusted, and a cad who only wanted her for one thing.

It just happened to be the same thing she wanted him for.

He was on both knees now, his lips closing in on the spot where his hand lay warming her thigh. ‘I’m going to kiss your cunt now. Say yes, please, Kara.’

‘Oh, God!’

‘I don’t think he’s any real jurisdiction here, do you? It’s far too wild, and far too lonely.’ He lifted up her skirt so that every inch of her legs was exposed along with the fabric of her knickers. ‘Hm, on or off. Decisions, decisions. I know.’ He wriggled his fingers into the seams of her panties and drew them down to her thighs. ‘Much better, don’t you think?’

‘Um … I don’t know.’

‘How can you not know –’ he laughed, clearly enjoying her discomfort ‘– whether your knickers are best left on or off? Surely the issue is a simple one. If they’re on, I can do this. And you want me to do this, don’t you? You want me to make that apology, and if they’re off I can’t.’ The very tip of his tongue ran along the split of her sex. Kara grabbed tight hold of the cabinet at her rear, and then changed her mind and laced her fingers in his hair instead.

Damn, that felt good.

‘Off,’ she squeaked. ‘They’re definitely better off.’ She squirmed against his tongue, trying to get him exactly where she wanted him.

‘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.’

‘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.