The Art of Love [Hedon Falls 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Michelle Graham

  How is it he can say and do something so ridiculously corny and I’m still getting wet because of it? His lips sent tingles racing up her arm and through the rest of her, tightening her nipples even more and making her pussy throb slightly. When he pulled gently on her hand to lead her into the studio, she followed.

  Justin obviously lived in his studio. It was in an old warehouse that had been converted to loft apartments. She could see the walls for the bathroom and a closet, but there were none other than that. A silk screen shielded the bed, though she could see part of it and noted the covers were rumpled. She briefly wondered if anyone had helped him rumple them but dismissed the idea. It didn’t matter. She let him lead her to the place where he had his art and workspace set up. That wall was made up entirely of windows, and the sunlight streaming in made it perfect for creating.

  He had a number of easels set up with framed photographs resting on them. Melanie went to look at them. Many were Body Canvas art, though some were just photos of other things and had been digitally manipulated to create emphasis on something in the picture. She examined each one, lingering at the ones that were more erotic.

  “Do you see something you like?” he asked. She glanced at him and couldn’t help it when her eyes dropped to his crotch. Realizing what she’d done, she quickly raised her eyes again to find an amused grin on his face. She could feel her cheeks burning. She realized that she was still holding his hand and tried to pull away, but his grip tightened and his smile grew wider.

  Melanie opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. She swallowed and tried again. “I’m very impressed by your work,” she said. She noticed he had moved closer, and in an attempt to keep things on track, she turned toward one of the Body Canvas pieces. In it, a woman lay on her back, her long curls fanning out, and her head thrown back in an expression of pure bliss. She was clutching a man who lay on top of her. She had one leg wrapped around his waist and he was kissing her neck. The background was painted to look like sheets on a bed, and Justin had painted the models’ bodies from the waist down to look as though a sheet lay over top of them. When Melanie examined it, though, she could see the cleft in the man’s behind, and the woman’s individual toes.

  “This piece is beautiful,” Melanie said softly.

  Justin moved up behind her, placing his hands lightly on her waist. “What do you like about it?” he asked, his lips close to her ear.

  Melanie closed her eyes as a tremor of desire shot through her. She knew he felt it too when he pressed himself lightly against her back.

  “Do you like the way he kisses her?” Justin whispered seductively. With his accent, the words sounded incredibly sexy.

  “Yes,” Melanie whispered back, her voice barely more than a breath.

  “Do you like to be kissed that way?” he asked even more quietly, his breath caressing her neck.

  She nodded and tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to him. What is he doing to me? He chuckled lightly and brushed his lips across her neck. A small moan escaped her as her whole body responded to him. The lust was a heady sensation. Her head spun. Her stomach quivered, and her pussy was dripping. His lips continued their slow, gentle exploration of her neck, one hand slipping around her waist and pressing her more firmly against him. She could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back. His tongue traced the outer curve of her ear, and she moaned again.

  “Vous êtes très belle,” he whispered. “Je vous veux.”

  High school French had been a long time ago, and Melanie had no idea what he was saying, but she didn’t really care. It had been ages since she’d felt this way, and she wanted it to go on and on. She reached up behind her to thread her fingers into his thick hair. He groaned and turned her around, bringing his lips to hers, tasting her with his tongue, and she eagerly stroked it with her own. She clung to him, melting in the sensations. His hand travelled down her back, and when it lightly caressed the dip just above her ass, she cried out and arched her back to press against him. He stroked the area again and her back bowed further, the sensation bringing on an involuntary pleasure response. As he stroked her back repeatedly, she cried out softly, powerless to stop her body’s response to his touch, especially when his lips found her collarbone and kissed her enthusiastically. Her desire was out of control, and she was desperate to ease the ache between her legs.

  She lifted one leg to wrap it around his waist, and his hand travelled down over her ass and down her thigh, holding her leg in place. Her skirt rode up, revealing her black lace thong and he slid his hand up the back of the thigh and caressed her bare ass. When she moaned and arched against him, he squeezed tightly, kneading her flesh. Melanie’s head flew back and it unbalanced them. They nearly fell, but he managed to regain his balance. He lowered her to the floor, his lips returned to hers, and his hips settled between her legs. Melanie wiggled against him. Her clit demanded stimulation. His cock was rock hard in his pants and she loved the gentle rubbing as she moved her pussy against him. He used one hand to fumble with the buttons on her blouse and managed to open it. He reached around the back, searching for the clasp of her bra.

  “It’s at the front,” she whispered. He quickly opened that, and her breasts sprang free. He groaned softly when he saw them and Melanie was incredibly turned on by the hungry look he gave her. He bent his head to taste first one peak, then the other, and his tongue swirled around the hardened nipples. He sucked her eagerly into his mouth, while he squeezed the other breast and rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. Melanie felt as though her tits were directly connected to her clit. Every touch to her breasts made her pussy spasm, and she rubbed herself harder against him.

  Incredibly, she felt a climax building. The twin sensations of his mouth and hands on her breasts, combined with the friction of her crotch against his, were driving her to the peak of pleasure. He groaned against her, suckling her breasts hard. He grazed her nipples with his teeth, and it finally sent Melanie over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her as she cried out in ecstasy.

  Chapter 3

  Melanie was panting hard, still coming down from her orgasm, when Justin sat back for a moment. She lifted her head to watch as he pulled his shirt off. His magnificent chest was firm, well muscled, and completely smooth. Her eyes trailed down over his stomach to the front of his jeans. There was a huge wet spot right over his crotch, and she felt a moment of embarrassment that she had gotten his pants all wet, but then he was undoing the jeans and pushing them down off his hips. The cock that sprang free was beautiful. It wasn’t as long as some Melanie had seen, but it was thick and hard, and she got a rush thinking that she had caused that.

  He stroked himself a couple of times, closing his eyes in pleasure. Then he opened them and looked down at her. He reached to her waist and yanked her panties down her legs. They caught for a moment on her shoe, but he managed to get them off. He took hold of her knees and pushed her legs apart. His gaze on her exposed pussy had her dripping again. She hadn’t been this wet in a long time, and she could feel her juices running down the crack of her ass before dripping off of her.

  “Belle,” he whispered. Melanie’s French was rusty, but she was pretty sure that meant beautiful, and she smiled up at him. His eyes met hers. “Je veux que vous mangiez,” he said huskily.

  Mangiez? Doesn’t that mean…

  “Oh, my God!” she cried out as he dove between her legs and began licking furiously at her cunt. He quickly found her clit and flicked his tongue rapidly across it, the pace so fast that he had her coming again, her hips bucking up against him, mashing her pussy against his face. He wrapped his hands around her thighs, holding them apart as he continued his relentless assault on her cunt. He kept licking and licking, and Melanie found herself coming again, and then again, before she finally yelled, “Stop! I can’t stand it anymore. It’s too sensitive!”

  He lifted his face, and she could see it was covered with her juices. The sight was so
arousing she thought she might come again. He got to his hands and knees and crawled up over top of her. He brought his mouth down to hers again, and she eagerly sucked her cream off his tongue and licked around his lips, loving the taste of herself all over him. He began kissing her neck again, settling between her legs and she felt his cock poised at the entrance to her pussy, the thick head just barely parting her moist flesh.

  He looked into her eyes. “I want to fuck you,” he said, his accent thick. “Please,” he whispered.

  Melanie could only nod and then cry out when he drove his cock deeply into her. He buried himself inside of her and began pounding against her, his balls slapping against her ass and his pubic bone grinding against her clit. She screamed as she came once more, her cunt clamping down repeatedly on his cock until he roared out with his own release and she felt his hot cum spurting inside of her.

  They lay panting on the floor. Justin was still on top of her. He lifted his head to kiss her gently. As he slipped out of her, the full impact of the situation hit her.

  “Oh, my God!” she whispered. “What the hell just happened?”

  Justin nibbled her ear. “We just made love, ma chérie. And it was fantastique.” He continued trailing kisses along her jawline, and despite the immense pleasure she had experienced, or maybe because of it, she was becoming aroused again.

  “No, Justin,” she said, pushing him away. “Stop, please! I can’t think straight!”

  Justin rolled off of her, and she sat up looking around. She was upset and confused. She had literally been in the studio for ten minutes, maybe less, before she was on the floor fucking a total stranger. It was so out of character that she was half convinced it was a dream. But as she looked at the sexy young man lying beside her, she knew it was absolutely real. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly stood and yanked her panties back in place, gathering her things together.

  Justin stood and pulled his pants up. “Melanie,” he said gently. She ignored him and continued toward the door. He jogged over to it and blocked her exit. “Melanie,” he said again. “What is wrong?”

  “What’s wrong?” she asked incredulously. “I came here to look at artwork, not fuck a man I just met! Plus we didn’t use a condom and I’m not on the pill, and I have no idea what your sexual history is and you don’t know mine! We could both be carrying a ton of diseases!

  “But, Melanie, I would have told you if I had any problems,” he said. He reached out to brush away a tear that rolled down her cheek.

  “How can I trust you when I’ve only just met you?” Melanie said. “I don’t go around hooking up with strangers. Ever.”

  “I do not do this either,” Justin said. “But there is something about you that is intoxicating. Even now I want you. It is like…” He chewed his lip as he thought and Melanie found herself wanting to pull that lip in her mouth and suck it. He was right. The attraction between them was intoxicating.

  “Like a drug,” she whispered.

  “Yes, a drug,” he whispered back and lowered his mouth to hers again.

  This time the urgency was replaced by a slow, burning passion that made her stomach turn somersaults. He gently explored her mouth with his tongue, taking the time to taste her. His lips were soft but the pressure firm. Melanie lost herself in the moment, wanting only to be with him. When he slowly pulled away, she felt let down, as crazy as that seemed.

  “I would like to see you again,” he said softly. His hand traced circles on her lower back again, causing that involuntary arching that forced her breasts up against his chest.

  “I don’t know,” she said. “I still want your work for the gallery, but I need to think about whether we should see each other aside from that. I’m still really…confused.”

  “I know, ma chérie,” he said. “But I do hope we can make this more than a simple tryst.”

  “We’ll see,” Melanie said shakily. “Can you select four or five pieces for the exhibition and e-mail them to me to confirm?”

  Justin nodded. “Au revoir, Melanie.” He kissed her once, his lips a featherlight touch on hers. Melanie managed to make it out the door and down the stairs, but by the time she reached her car, the tears were falling freely. She slipped behind the wheel and pulled out her phone. She didn’t trust herself to speak, so she texted Serena instead.

  Need 2 tlk. Can u meet?

  A moment later the reply came. Whats up?

  Plz, meet me @ Carols

  K. c u in 10.

  Melanie started the car and drove the few blocks to Carol’s Café. She wiped her eyes, making sure she didn’t have mascara all over the place, and then went inside. She ordered chai lattes for herself and Serena and selected a secluded booth near the back. She hadn’t been sitting long before Serena came in and made her way swiftly to the table. She slid into the seat beside Melanie and put an arm around her shoulders. Melanie laid her head on Serena’s shoulder and cried. Serena just hugged her until she settled down.

  “What happened?”

  “I went to meet that artist.”

  “Yeah, you told me this morning that you were going to do that,” Serena said. “Was the art that bad?”

  Melanie gave a forced laugh. “No, the art was beautiful. And so was he.”

  “Ah,” said Serena. “I think I can guess where this is going.”

  “God, Serena,” Melanie said. “He was hot and he had this sexy French accent. I don’t know what came over me but next thing I know, we’re fucking on the floor.” Even though she felt ashamed, Melanie couldn’t help the little flips in her stomach as she remembered the encounter.

  “Oh, Melanie,” Serena said. “It’s okay. You’re not the first person in the world to get carried away.”

  “But it’s not me! I don’t do things like this! My last boyfriend had to wait three months before I would sleep with him. To top it off, we didn’t use any protection. I have no idea if he has any STIs, and I could end up pregnant!”

  “You should go to the walk-in clinic,” Serena suggested. “They could help you out. When was your last period?”

  “Last week.”

  “Well it’s not likely you got pregnant then, but you can always take the morning-after pill.”

  Melanie shook her head. “No, I don’t think I could do that. If I am pregnant, I’ll find some way to deal with it I guess.” Melanie sipped her latte, the warmth of the spiced drink helping to chase away some of the chill she still felt.

  They sat in silence for a few moments before Serena asked, “Are you going to see him again?”

  Melanie sighed. “I don’t know. I still want to put his art in the gallery, so I’ll have to have some contact. But beyond that I haven’t decided.”

  “Maybe with all the stress you’ve been under, a little fun would be a good thing,” Serena suggested.

  “Maybe you’re right,” Melanie said. “I’ll figure something out.” They chatted for a while longer while they enjoyed their drinks, and Serena shared a story about Sam trying to teach the twins to use a spoon that had both of them clutching their sides. Melanie loved the way Serena could distract her when she was feeling down, and she was glad to have such a good friend.

  When Serena finally stood to leave, Melanie said, “Thanks for talking, Serena.” She hugged her friend and watched as she left. Melanie was glad she had someone she could confide in. She gathered her things and headed to the walk-in medical clinic.

  The doctor listened as Melanie explained her problem. “And you don’t want the morning-after pill?” Melanie shook her head. “Fair enough. You wanted to talk about future contraception, though. There are a number of options. Birth control pills, the patch, Depo-Provera, IUD.”

  “Something that will work quickly would be best. And I’m not the best at remembering to take medication,” Melanie said.

  “You’ll probably want the Depo-Provera then. It’s an injection once every eleven or twelve weeks. Since we don’t know yet if you’re pregnant, we need to wait. I can give it
to you when you start your next period, and it will be effective within a week.”

  “That sounds great. Thank you. How soon can you test for STIs?” Melanie asked her.

  “You don’t know what, specifically, to test for?” Melanie shook her head again. “In that case, we’ll check for all of them. I’ll do a vaginal swab and send you for bloodwork. We’ll call if there is anything unusual in the results. It’s a good idea to come in again in about a month, just to make sure nothing shows up in the meantime.” When the doctor finished her examination, Melanie thanked her and left. As she drove home, she thought back over her day. It certainly had not been what she was expecting. She couldn’t keep a small smile from her face as she remembered the feel of Justin’s body on top of her and inside of her. It had been a long time since she’d had sex and she honestly couldn’t remember having sex that good. She’d never been multi-orgasmic, and today she’d had four. Or was it five? Justin, in spite of his youthful exuberance, was a skilled lover. She’d think about it more, but maybe she would see him again.

  When she arrived home there was an e-mail from Justin.

  Melanie,

  I just want to say that this afternoon was wonderful, though I am sorry it did not happen the way it should have. It was not my intention to seduce you. I would like to take you for dinner sometime soon. We can begin to know each other better. Please call, ma chérie.

  Justin

  P.S. I have attached the pictures. I hope you will think of me when you look at them.

  Melanie smiled. She was pretty sure looking at the pictures would make her think of Justin. She opened the slideshow. The first picture was the one she had been looking at when Justin had first made a pass at her. I definitely want this one, she thought as warmth spread from the center of her body. She clicked to the next photo.

  In this one, a man and woman were dancing, naked, but with clothes painted on. He was holding her bent over as though dipping her. One of her hands was extended behind her head and when Melanie examined it, she could see the outline of the woman’s breast and nipple through the paint. The woman was placed strategically in front of the man so she couldn’t see his genitals, but his chest was well-muscled and defined. Melanie thought this picture would be a good addition to the exhibit.