Anything But Vanilla

by Ellis, Madelynne

  ‘It’s not something I’ve done before.’ She couldn’t entirely shake the idea. Something about the prospect of having the two men and seeing them together fired up her senses.

  Zach rolled them over, so that he was on top and she lay beneath him on the mound of towels.

  ‘If we did it, we could gang up on him,’ she said.

  ‘Explain.’ Zach’s brows furrowed. ‘Are you suggesting we both pin him down and roger him until he’s too tired to resist and makes a confession?’

  ‘I’m suggesting we don’t force the issue. We just let things play out. Think about it. Individually, he won’t commit to either one of us – not that I’m looking for that – but if we’re both involved with him, he won’t even realise what he’s buying into until it’s too late. Then if he has any qualms, he’ll have to decide if he really wants to walk away from us both, leaving us to content one another.’

  Zach nodded, implying he understood and agreed, which probably meant they were about to put their truly terrible plan into action. He shifted on to all fours over her.

  ‘Zach.’ She held out a hand to ward him off. His dark eyes screamed his intent, even before the knot in his towel unravelled so that she had a clear view of his loins. He wasn’t erect, but the sight of him brought back memories of previous times together and how at the photo shoot she’d so desperately wanted to straddle his lap and feel him inside her. ‘Why are you doing this now? What do you mean to prove?’

  He peeled away her fingers from his chest one at a time. ‘I’m curious. I think you have some demented notion of controlling Ric and I’m wondering how you think that will work when he can’t even handle me.’

  ‘I can handle you.’

  ‘Yeah? Prove it. Stop me doing exactly as I please.’

  He splayed his fingers wide across her hip. Kara’s breath caught in her throat. With a series of little jerks, he tugged the edges of her towel apart so that her breasts and the flat of her stomach were exposed. Zach dipped his head and pressed a kiss to her skin close to her navel.

  Stop him! She didn’t need to stop him. Kara’s lips curved into a grin. Zach was a giver, not a taker. If she said no to him, even once, that would be it. He’d stop, take himself off somewhere to sulk and possibly never speak to her again, but he wouldn’t force her into anything. Zach wasn’t the type to blur the boundaries of consent. She reached down, curled her fingers around his chin in order to coax him into raising his head. His lips broke contact with her skin and he looked at her along the length of her body. ‘Come here.’

  He wormed over her, snake-like, until their hips lay stacked and his mouth was millimetres from hers. The sheen of tears clung to the corners of his eyes. They’d both been tossed about in the water, and he’d lost everything, including the clothes upon his back. Hers at least lay drying. This was all about comfort, not Ric. She was offering him what Ric ought to be giving.

  On which subject, she really ought to find a way of letting Ric know that Zach was safe. Presumably, the Bunker had a phone.

  Her lips stung as Zach tickled their surface with his tongue. Kara hooked one leg up around his thighs, though she remained convinced that they were doing this for all the wrong reasons. At least Zach was. She wasn’t sure it was about mutual attraction any more. He just needed to prove that he could give her exactly what Ric gave, without realising they were like chalk and cheese. She wanted them because they were different, and because she knew there was a bond between them. Two Rics together wouldn’t be half as much fun.

  Zach raised his hips and then slid his hand between them. Agile fingers guided his cock into place. He nudged against her labia, but didn’t immediately push inside. Instead he turned his attention to her neck, and then to her breasts. Her dark areolas crinkled into hard points. He suckled them until she ached, and her hips began to lift in order to seek out deeper satisfaction.

  ‘Tell me you want me.’

  A long acquaintance with Ric apparently hadn’t done Zach’s self-esteem much good, if he needed to hear her say what was surely apparent from her body language.

  ‘I want you.’

  ‘I’ll have to pull out before I come.’

  Ric would have just rolled with it and bypassed an explanation. Still, she loved the way Zach slid effortlessly into her. He filled her so perfectly that for the first few strokes she hardly dared to breathe. Kara clung to him as they moved, digging her nails into his buttocks and the muscles of his back. So gentle, and so smooth, yet the pace still turned her breathing into a pant. Zach licked a line up her throat that ended at her chin. Braced upon his hands, arms locked at the elbows, he lifted himself in and out of her in a steadily increasing rhythm.

  This was the first time sex had been anything other than frantic since she’d said goodbye to Gavin. One-night stands and fucking on street corners didn’t exactly lend themselves to a slow build. Though Gavin would never have done this, any more than he’d ever have suggested they fuck by moonlight braced against a rock overlooking the sea. He never scrambled around on the floor. The closest he got to adventure was spreading her over a dining table dressed with overpriced china and crystal. Maybe that’s why this felt so much warmer and far more real. It wasn’t about their surroundings – an old military bunker. This was about what comfort they could give to each other.

  ‘Oh, boy!’ Zach’s previously smooth movements took an arrhythmic turn. ‘I’m not sure I want to share you, even with the man I love. I think I’d like to keep you all to myself. Will you give up fucking him, Kara? Give me sole use of your cunt?’

  ‘What about my arse?’

  She felt rather than saw his grin.

  ‘Are you splitting hairs?’ He puffed the hair out of his eyes with a quick breath. ‘You know he likes to fuck me there too.’

  ‘Here?’ she asked, stretching out her fingers so that they dipped into the crevice between his buttocks. Her middle finger brushed against the whorl of muscle there, which made his cock flex with increased vigour inside her. Kara squeezed him tight with her internal muscles. ‘Do you like being touched here, Zach?’

  ‘What do you think?’

  She wriggled her finger a millimetre or so into his arse, which made him crow in a high-pitched falsetto.

  ‘If you do that, I’m going to have to pull out.’

  ‘Soon,’ she murmured into his ear. She held him closer, dipped her shoulder so that she could stretch her arm out further. His body ate up her finger to the second knuckle. ‘Wow, you’re really smooth and tight back here.’

  ‘Kara!’ he warned.

  ‘Come on, you want me to push another finger in there, don’t you?’

  ‘Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare.’ Unlike him, she was prepared to push boundaries. She wriggled her index finger in alongside her other digit.

  The heat of Zach’s breath hit her face. He reared up quite suddenly and pulled out. Sitting on his haunches, he embraced his shaft with his fist. Kara curled her hand over the top of his. ‘Let me.’ She dipped her head and took him in her mouth. Within seconds his seed spilled on to her tongue. She held him until he was completely spent. The moment her lips parted contact with his cock, Zach grabbed hold of her and claimed her mouth for a deep, ferocious kiss.

  ‘Lady,’ he said, ‘wrap yourself up. We’re going back to yours, and I’m going to make love to you all night.’

  Kara shook her head. ‘Not before I’ve told Ric that you’re safe.’

  ‘If you do that, he’ll come straight over.’

  ‘Then we’d best make sure we’re ready for him.’

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Kara emerged from the shower at Beachcomber Barn to find Zach on the bed, drying his hair, his nakedness covered by a towel fastened around his waist and a second draped around his shoulders. ‘I thought you’d be over that look now,’ she said. He’d hiked all the way from the Bunker to her cottage wearing two towels and a pair of flip-flops, not an ideal or the most elegant get-up for a long walk over rough te
rrain. Even now, the rain still lashed at the windowpanes. Hardly surprising that Zach was now contemplating stocking a line of T-shirts in his shop. Not that her outfit for the trek had been much better. She shivered, recalling how her sea-sodden clothes had clung to her skin as she’d wriggled back into them. Despite having washed the cold and grime away in a hot shower, she still felt chilled, although hopefully an evening of sport with Zach and Ric would change that.

  ‘No sign of Ric yet?’ she asked. She’d phoned from the Bunker and told him she’d found Zach and that his van had broken down, but had omitted the details about the brush with death. No sense in being alarmist, or getting the evening off to the wrong start.

  Zach shook his head.

  Kara trekked over to the landing window and glanced out regardless. She didn’t put it past Zach to leave Ric standing on the doorstep. He might profess to love Ric, but that didn’t change the fact that he was pissed off at him, and presumably considered him at least partially responsible for the tragedy of the ice-cream van. She could hardly blame him. The fact was if Ric hadn’t come over and fucked her, then Zach wouldn’t have gone off in a huff, and he wouldn’t have ended up stuck in the middle of the causeway while the tide rolled in.

  ‘I unfastened the latch,’ Zach said, coming up behind her. His arms encircled her waist. ‘I might not have opened the door for him, but I do want him to come in. Though I’ve still reservations about whether this will work.’

  ‘It will,’ Kara reassured him. ‘Give it a chance.’ She looked at his reflection in the rain-streaked glass. Worry-lines creased his brow. ‘I could just leave you to talk if you prefer.’

  ‘Talking won’t work. It never has. No, you’re right. We need to come at this from a different direction.’

  Perhaps her biggest reservation was the fact that Zach had been so easily persuaded to give this a try. His desperation made her uncomfortable, but she was also confused by his continued shows of affection for her. Zach, she decided, simply craved affection of any sort. Ric, it seemed, had a lot to answer for.

  ‘I don’t want this to start with a row,’ Zach said. ‘If we’re just standing around waiting for him when he arrives it’s going to be awkward.’

  ‘What then?’

  He forced a smile out of nowhere, before turning her around. ‘You’re joking, right? We have a whole world of entertainment available at our fingertips.’

  ‘Don’t tell me you’ve found that mouldering set of Scrabble, and you’re just desperate for a game.’

  He wagged his finger at her and then pushed his nose in the air. ‘I could be quite hurt. I flaunt my nakedness at you, and you suggest I’m only interested in playing word games. How many other men of your acquaintance dress exclusively in bath towels for your entertainment?’

  ‘It is a good look,’ she admitted. ‘Although it’s not really the towel that does it for me. It’s more what I can find hiding beneath.’

  This was more like it. They were headed in a fun direction, rather than wallowing in seriousness or dredging over the issue of what would happen to his van.

  Kara rested her hand upon his thigh, and then stroked upwards under the terry until her hand rested near the top of his leg, where the hair grew more thinly. Silky smooth skin surrounded the area just shy of his groin. Kara gently explored the area while holding Zach’s gaze. Anticipation danced in the heart of his pupils, until at last her fingers teased the curve of his balls. Immediately he stood a little straighter, bringing his shoulders up and back. He inched his thighs a fraction further apart, giving her space to more thoroughly explore him. ‘Do word games not do it for you, Zach?’ she asked, returning to the idea of them both hunched over Scrabble. ‘Shall I try a few and see how you react?’

  He merely flicked his eyebrows up towards his hairline.

  ‘Cock,’ she said giving the syllable particular emphasis. ‘Shaft.’ Her hand swept upward to where his cock was beginning to swell. ‘Pussy. How would you like to put your cock in my pussy? How would you like me to suck your nice big cock?’

  That one prompted a faint but discernible mewl in the back of his throat. ‘Is that right, Zach, do you want me to get down on my knees and suck your cock?’ That would certainly make things interesting when Ric arrived.

  She tugged on the towel, causing the knot at Zach’s waist to unravel. The edges fell apart revealing the glory of his swelling erection. Kara gave him a playful squeeze. The towel landed on the carpet behind him.

  ‘You know I mean to have my wicked way with you now. If you’d just back up a way, I’ll give you something nice to hold on to.’ She backed him into the master bedroom and up against the footboard of the bed, which she ordered him to grasp hold of. The iron frame meant he could lace his fingers around the bars.

  Kara bent her head. ‘I’m going to kiss your cock first, and tease my tongue over that pleading little slit.’ She dabbed her tongue against him as though she was tasting ice cream. ‘Are you weeping a little for me already? Gosh, yes, you are.’ Zach immediately groaned, and a drop of pre-come seeped from the little hole. Kara collected it with her tongue. She liked the taste of him, always had. Slowly, she opened her mouth and allowed him to fill her. She encompassed the lower half of his shaft with her hand and worked with the roll of his hips, allowing him to fuck her mouth for several strokes before she pressed a hand against his stomach to still his motion.

  ‘Not so hasty. I think I ought to make this a thorough exploration.’ Her attention turned to his balls. She cradled them, and ran her tongue along the split between the two sacks. ‘Open your legs wider.’ He did so, and Kara shimmied between them, so that she came up behind him, sandwiched between the footboard and his deliciously muscular arse. Her tongue explored the underside of his balls, then the smooth piece of skin behind them that led towards his anus. Zach danced on his toes as her tongue explored the knotted whorl of muscle. He really was sensitive there, although he didn’t start cursing her this time. Instead, he groaned long and piteously when her tongue-tip teased open the puckered entrance to delve inside and awaken all the nerve-endings there. He pressed back, squirmed a little against her face as though he wasn’t quite sure if he ought to protest or beg for more.

  ‘Easy now.’ Kara steadied him by placing one hand firmly against his arse. ‘Shall I tell you what I think of the plan, Zach? It’s dodgy, but it’ll work. But only if we believe that it’ll work. We have to not hold back, but allow ourselves to be who we are. You have to relax and be accepting, not wary of what’s going to happen next.

  ‘For my part, I can’t wait to see Ric fuck you. I want to watch him slide his cock between your cheeks and into this delicate little hole. I know how it feels, and I’ll imagine it as I’m watching him sink into you right up to his balls. I think I might even suck you while he’s doing it, or better still have you fuck me at the same time. There are so many wonderful possibilities. That’s why it’s going to work.’

  She grasped hold of his cock again, and began to masturbate him as she continued to dab her tongue into his back entrance. Zach might claim to be in love with Ric, but he sure responded to her touch. Pre-come leaked over his glans and wetted his shaft, making the slide of her palm super smooth.

  ‘I want you to understand why I’m doing this before we begin, so that there’s no misunderstanding. I’m not really looking for commitment. What I want is a threesome with you and Ric. I want to know what it’s like. I want to know how it feels. The idea of having you both, it turns me on. It’s not that I don’t care how it is between you and Ric, I want you both to be happy, but my motivation isn’t security or love. It’s experience. It’s lust.’

  ‘Uh-huh.’

  ‘We can try and make him jealous. We can try to get him to admit to his feelings, but there are no guarantees, OK?’ Well, not besides the obvious sexual gratification. ‘Just remember I’m not in love with him like you are.’

  The sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. Kara scooted between Zach’s legs again,
but she didn’t head for the stairs to answer the door. Instead, she took Zach’s cock in her mouth again. Ric would come up and he’d see them. It’d be the first test. She really wasn’t sure how he’d react. If he did a Zach and about-turned, she’d have to have a serious rethink.

  Zach whimpered again as she introduced a finger to the place where her tongue had so recently delved. His muscles quickly relaxed, sucking the digit deep. She added another, stroking him quickly and finally a third. His desperation soon began to show in the roll of his hips and the taut stiffness of his cock. If she didn’t go easy on him, he might actually come just as Ric happened upon them, which might prove that she was good at giving head, but probably wouldn’t benefit them in any other way. If Zach was spent, she suspected Ric would see that as an excuse to take advantage, and she didn’t want them splitting off into couples; they needed to do this together.

  As the chime of the doorbell faded from her ears, Kara caught the sound of the front door being opened. Anyone else would have called out. Not Ric. He made a quick sweep of the downstairs rooms then tramped up the stairs to find them.

  If it was possible to hold her breath around the girth of Zach’s cock, then she did it. Kara’s nipples tightened in excitement, so that they strained against her thin nightshirt. Her clit nagged her for a touch as her anticipation built. She really, really wanted this to work. It had to work.

  Finally, Ric stood in the doorway. She knew he’d arrived because every muscle in Zach’s body tightened. His legs locked straight and the muscles in his arse squeezed her fingers. Despite that, his cock didn’t flag a bit; if anything it stood a little more proud.

  What surprised her was that Ric didn’t make any remarks. She’d half expected to hear something scathing fall from his lips. Instead, as far as she could tell, he simply leaned against the doorway watching them.