Anything But Vanilla. Madelynne Ellis
problem isn’t with being honest,’ his lover patiently explained. ‘It’s with how you drop the bombshell. For someone with such ace seduction skills, you’re fucking awful at letting people down gently.’
Oh hell! They’d moved on from talking about Kara again. This was about to turn into another session of ‘Poor old Zach’ and how unfair it was that he wasn’t valued or appreciated, and how crass Ric was for not wanting something deep and meaningful.
‘Go on, call me some more names,’ Ric insisted, planning on derailing that line of talk before it started. ‘Purr those sexy thoughts into my ear.’
There was a pause, during which Zach clearly held the phone to his chest. The echoes of the snort he made still rumbled down the line. ‘I did not phone in order to get you off,’ Zach said peevishly, although Ric guessed that the guy was also smiling. ‘We need to have a proper talk, and, just so you know, it hurts to hear you’re still shagging around.’
‘So talk. I’m all ears.’ Ric tucked the phone receiver between his shoulder and ear, and then he grasped the silken cord above his head with one hand, while his other continued to provide vital life support to his needy dick. He used his strength to lift himself so that he was doing tiny pull-ups that caused his muscles to burn, and his erection to drum against his stomach each time he strained.
‘Tell me how you want it to be, Zach. Do we fuck more or less in your head, once you’ve wrung a confession of undying love out of me?’
‘What would you say if I said yes?’
‘I’d say describe it to me. Convince me. Prove to me that a dose of romanticism is going to help me get off.’
‘Ric, my sister’s in the next room.’
‘Then keep your voice low. Come on, Zach, talk to me. You know I like the sound of your voice, especially when it gets all low and husky.’ Breathless. That was the word. ‘How’s love gonna change things?’
It wouldn’t, as far as Ric was concerned, at least not in any positive way. It only meant he’d be beholden to someone in a way he didn’t wish to be. He’d been there before. The episode hadn’t really done a lot for him. He barely registered what Zach was saying. It didn’t matter. What was important was that just the suggestion that he was even considering the issue was enough to provoke the response he wanted out of Zach.
When Zach fell silent on the other end of the line, Ric knew it was because he was slowly sliding the teeth of his zip apart.
Ric waited, bating his breath. Prickles spread out with increasing urgency from his loins and crossed his belly and thighs. ‘Zach, are you still there?’
‘I’m here,’ Zach eventually said, in a ridiculously husky purr that fanned up the heat in Ric’s groin.
Ric strained against the cord, holding himself still in anticipation of his lover’s next words. He formed Zach’s image whole in his head. Brown hair falling in a haphazard fashion over his face, his teeth drawn into a pseudo snarl, while, lower down, his thick cock sprang up from its nest of wiry curls. Zach was pretty much hairy all over, but there was something especially appealing about the thatch around his loins.
‘I’m picturing us together. Your cock and mine, pressed close, like that time in the shower. Do you remember that time?’
‘Yeah.’
Rivulets of water had streamed over their bodies. White condensation had steamed up all the glass. They’d started off soaping one another, and getting hard because of it. Ric had wrapped his palm around both of their cocks and began working them together. In his head, he relived those slow, slow tugs upon his cock. The sensation of Zach’s cock rubbing smoothly against his own literally stole his breath away.
‘Do you remember what came next?’ Zach asked.
God, did he. The memory caused blood to surge into his loins. His balls grew tight as his erection surged.
Mostly, Ric preferred to fuck rather than be fucked, but once in a while, not very often at all, he’d consent to switching things around. That night in the shower had been one of those occasions. Zach had pinned him, face to the wall. His stomach had been pressed tight to the cold tiles, his cock sandwiched between their hardness and the desperate heat of his body. Zach had nuzzled up against the back of his neck. He’d rained kisses there, as he’d directed his cock to the ring of muscle he was desperate to try.
‘Remember how it felt. You were so goddamn tight that I could hardly move inside you. And like an inferno.’
Ric gripped the phone more tightly, hanging on to every word. He no longer held the silk cord, but concentrated on the swoop and swish of his palm riding up and down his cock. His hips began to lift. His stomach muscles cramped with each thrust. On the other end of the line, Zach’s breathing had become loud and breezy. But not so loud that it masked the sweet sound of his hand rubbing his dick.
‘Is that what you want to do? You want to fuck me again?’ Ric asked.
‘I want to get deep inside you. So deep, that it feels like we’re merging. That I’m fucking through you right into your cock. But I’m not going to touch you, not unless you beg. I’m going to take my fill while I hold your wrists so you can’t jerk yourself off. Then when you come you’ll know it’s all because of me fucking you and not because of any damn thing else. Do you understand me, Ric? I’m going to make you come because my cock is in your arse and you’re loving it.’
Right now, he was making him come just imagining it. It no longer mattered that it was his palm doing the physical work. The essential spark arose from Zach’s words. ‘Oh God! I’m almost there.’ Ric gave a series of airless gulps. His back arched so that his forehead pressed tight against the headboard as his body fired up to release its gift.
He listened to Zach trying to stifle the same moan he always made the second before he came. Whatever he used as a muffler didn’t exactly do a good job. Zach continued to whimper until he was completely spent. ‘Shit!’ he swore. ‘Shit. Shit. Shit.’ Muddled up in the stream of expletives, Ric caught the sounds of footsteps and doors banging. ‘Rest of the family is back. I need to clean up. Gotta go. We’ll finish this later.’ He hung up before Ric could say a thing. No matter, he was content to wallow in his post-orgasmic glow, instead of having to deal with the high emotions that were likely to have followed.
Deep down, he did love Zach. He just wasn’t about to tell him that. And it absolutely wasn’t going to stop him fucking Kara.
Ric roused himself enough to wipe the pool of semen from his stomach. Then he settled back down and thought of his guest. Dependent on how things panned out in the morning, she might make a very nice alternative playmate until Zach pulled his head out of his arse and stopped insisting on exclusivity and a boatload of lovey-dovey stuff. Hell, even after that, maybe they could have fun together.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kara pre-empted any kind of showdown or breakfast weirdness with Ric the next morning by skipping out on him at sunrise. Since the island stood little more than a mile across, she figured it’d be easy enough to spot an unoccupied barn.
Ric’s study still reeked of sex, when she went in to retrieve the barn keys. They lay exactly where she’d dropped them the night before. For a moment the memories of their loving made her pause. She didn’t blame him for giving her the brush-off. It was only what she’d done to Jack the night before. What irked her about the experience was her own desire to prolong the encounter. She’d genuinely wanted to spend the night with him.
Well, it hadn’t happened, and that was that. Kara bustled herself out into the fresh air. Barely dawn: the sky still held the purple edge of night. A bracing wind blew in off the Channel. Instead of taking the path back to the bay, Kara scrambled down the dirt track to the left of the bridge. Several nettle stings later she crossed a stone boundary wall and spied her new home perched on the headland overlooking a sandy cove dotted