Anything But Vanilla. Madelynne Ellis
am.’
The moment her lips closed over his fingertip, lust gripped Zach hard around the groin. He’d known the moment he set eyes upon her, just from the way she moved upon the dance floor, that she was every bit as much of a sensualist as him. Not that sensualist adequately summed it up. It’d be more accurate to say that she was dirty like him. Up for certain things and acts that nice girls didn’t always consent to. Kara got off on the idea of taboos – hence them flaunting their arses so they could do it standing up against the canal railings, instead of finding a nice secluded spot inside the club, where they wouldn’t have been noticed or remarked upon, or heard.
The way she sucked his finger brought back the sensations of having her curl her tongue around his cock. He’d never had a girl go down on him in a public place like that before.
‘Ask me how he fed it to me,’ he prompted.
‘On his dick,’ she blurted.
Oh yeah, she cottoned on fast, but what really undid him was the way she smacked a hand across her mouth the minute she realised that she’d spoken aloud. Doing came easy to her. Talking about it evidently did not.
‘He didn’t, did he?’
Zach pursed his lips, trying not to allow his smirk to become a full-blown laugh.
‘No way. You’re pulling my leg.’
‘Babe, I hope I’m pulling all of you, not just your leg. And yes way, he most certainly did. Come on, you’ve met him.’ He waggled an eyebrow at her. ‘Ric put that stuff on like it was a glaze and had me slowly lick it off.’
‘Yeah, but how did he know that you’d go for that? How did he know you …’ She paused to choose her words carefully. ‘Know that you swung both ways?’
Zach took hold of her hand and lifted it up so that he could squeeze a line of chocolate sauce along her extended index finger. ‘Ah, well. The thing you have to understand about Ric is that he … well, he just doesn’t give a fuck. He doesn’t see boundaries in quite the same way as the rest of us.’
‘You mean all the feudal whatnot.’
‘Partly that, coupled with the fact that he acknowledges very few sexual boundaries. I don’t think it actually occurred to him that I might not be interested in sucking his cock. I hadn’t flinched when he stuck his hands down my pants so why should I when he came to me all cream-filled and chocolate-coated?’
‘You know –’ she ticked a finger against his lower lip ‘– that sounds just a little bit icky.’
Zach feigned disappointment. ‘So I can’t tempt you into making a reconstruction?’
She straightened her fingers out to cup the side of his face. ‘Seriously? You’re asking me to paint you with chocolate sauce and lick it all off you? Isn’t that a little presumptuous for a second date?’
‘I don’t know, seems to me I have a little ground to make up.’ Ric had already had his way, which meant that, if he wanted to stay on Kara’s radar, he needed to inject some sizzle right now. Candlelit dinners, flowers, that whole shebang would have to wait for later.
‘Well, if we’re talking about making a good impression, shouldn’t it be you doing the licking?’ Kara asked. ‘I seem to recall you’re rather talented with your tongue.’
Zach stuck out that curled appendage, only to inhale sharply as Kara vanquished the last inch of space between them. She crushed her soft breasts up against his chest and taunted him with the nearness of her lips. They only just brushed his, but the resultant tingle charged straight down to his loins.
‘Know why I think you gave in to Ric?’ Her hands moved upon his chest, slowly, but expertly undoing the buttons of his shirt. ‘Because you liked him taking charge. You like having things done to you. Shall I take charge, Zach? Shall I be really demanding?’ He’d lay money on the fact that she hadn’t pulled this sort of move with Ric. More than likely, this was a reflection of what that hot bastard had done to her. There were certainly Ric-like elements to it.
Nonetheless, Zach gave a low moan of agreement. Some things, like imagining her mouth wrapped around his cock, overrode reservations about their source of origin.
‘Yeah? Good.’ She reached the end of his shirt and began fiddling with his belt buckle. ‘Here’s how it works, then. I’m going to unzip your fly and get your cock out. Are you hard for me, Zach?’
You bet he was. The moment she slipped the button of his fly, his zip gave way to the strain of retaining his erection. Kara’s hand encompassed his length, and glided swiftly upwards towards the head. ‘Then I’m going to make use of this chocolate sauce you kindly brought, exactly as you suggested.’ She pried the bottle from his fingers with her free hand, then took a step back to admire the picture of him with his shirt and fly undone and his cock all bucked up and eager. Dear God, she really was like Ric, right down to the way she made a frame with her fingers to view him through.
‘My, aren’t you pretty. But I think we need a little embellishment.’
Kara angled the sauce bottle so that a thick line of chocolate dribbled down the centre of his torso. She immediately bent to lick it off.
‘Yes,’ he groaned, his cock bucking towards her in anticipation of being drawn into her moist, willing mouth.
‘Ah, but here’s the catch. You’re not allowed to come, not until I’ve licked away every last smear of chocolate.’ She dribbled another line out now, this one along the length of his cock. ‘If you do – not that you will, because you won’t disappoint me like that, will you, Zach? – then you forfeit all right to fuck me no matter how hot and horny you get. And …’
Like they needed an and.
‘The next time Ric invites you over to dinner, I get front-row viewing privileges.’
He couldn’t resist cocking an eyebrow at that one. Evidently the possibility of seeing him being fucked by Ric appealed to her on some level. He hadn’t pegged her as a straight-up voyeur, which suggested a more convoluted reason for the request. ‘Sure,’ he agreed, already amused by the possibility of having to broach the subject with Ric. The guy was great behind the camera, but he didn’t perform pay-per-view. The only people who got to see Ric fuck were the ones he was doing it with at the time. ‘Do your worst.’
‘Babe,’ she laughed as she wove her fingers through the springy curls at his groin. ‘I absolutely intend to.’
* * *
Watching Zach’s eyes close in pleasure brought a smile of amused satisfaction to Kara’s face. Was she making this awkward for herself by engaging in a second seduction with Zach? Yes, perhaps, but she reckoned Zach understood. He certainly wasn’t under any illusions about what had gone down between her and Ric, which meant he was unlikely to get any funny ideas about them becoming a couple. Plus, it sounded as if he had a pretty complicated relationship with Ric himself. That particular fact set her alight more than any of Ric’s pictures. All she could think of was somehow getting the two men together and wangling herself a ringside seat. Not that she intended just to watch. That would certainly be eye-opening, but not compared to a night of totally amazing blow-out sex where they both worshipped her as Aphrodite.
Well, first she needed to do a little worshipping of her own. Although considering the eagerness with which Zach’s cock was standing, rapture couldn’t be that far off.
Kara touched the very tip of her finger to his glans by way of hello. He bucked a little more upright in response, though his erection already stood damn near vertical. He made a noise too, right down deep in the back of his throat: a strangled, plaintive, whimper that made her insides clench like a tightly wound coil. Why should her pussy lips plump because he gave a cry? Did the whys even matter? He’d looked scrumptious two nights ago when she’d held him fast against the railings and gone down on him, and if possible he looked even more so now. Zach had such a hint of vulnerability about him, in the