right,’ Ric agreed. ‘There’s no view on earth that can compete with the sight of you two naked.’ He slid his hands upwards to cup the back of their heads, urged them to turn inwards and attempted to engineer a three-way kiss. It didn’t work. All they did was bump noses and chins. ‘Good job fucking’s easier than kissing. I want to get inside you both.’
‘I don’t think you can do that simultaneously either,’ Kara whispered.
‘One after the other then,’ he replied, giving her a wink. ‘I think you know my stamina’s up to it.’
‘Your libido might be,’ Zach said, finding his voice again. His tone suggested he’d swallowed any awkwardness their recent conversation had caused, though there were still shadows lingering in his eyes. ‘But how much booze have you had?’
‘Less than the amount of spunk I intend to have as a chaser.’
Kara snorted.
Ric ran his tongue over his teeth, while a blush heated Zach’s pale cheeks.
‘The fact you even said that proves you’re wasted.’
‘I’m not wasted.’ Ric laughed. ‘Just a little merry.’ He squeezed Zach’s arse. ‘And I’ve missed you enough to want to suck you off.’ His expression sobered as he faced Zach square on. ‘I really fucking missed you, man. When are you coming home?’
‘As soon as you give me back my key.’ Zach kissed Ric hard upon the lips. ‘I’ve missed you too.’
Three weeks earlier
‘No, no…Don’t you dare!’ Kara screeched as Zach crashed into her, knocking her off balance. She landed with a splash amongst the surf, with pebbles digging into her bottom and salt water in her eyes. None of that seemed to matter a second later, when Zach’s mouth closed over hers and he proceeded to drown her with hungry kisses. Their hips aligned perfectly, and the hillock between them hinted at pleasures still to come. Eager for all of it, Kara stopped squirming and hooked her legs around his thighs.
‘Nice…Oh, yeah, very nice…’
Shut up, Ric, she mentally chastised. Using her actual verbal skills was out of the question given her tongue was sparring with Zach’s and there was no point in objecting to Ric photographing them. That was what he did – all the time. The camera was a natural extension of him. He always snapped first and waved the consent forms around afterwards. She’d signed so many of them now, he had to have a drawer full of them.
‘Wet T-shirt, love it. Just hook your thumb in the back of his shorts, Kara.’
Obviously hoping they could make out without a running commentary was too much to hope for.
Ric moved in close. As always when he was in the zone, his face was drawn into seriousness, lips sealed, blue-grey eyes gleaming.
‘Just roll with it,’ Zach whispered, having momentarily broken them apart in order to breathe. ‘You know he gets off on ordering us about.’
Yeah, and she got off on groping Zach’s arse, so she supposed there was nothing to get her knickers in a twist over. It would be different if Ric insisted she couldn’t touch, and that it had to be all smouldering looks, but the man had dirty engrained in his every cell. Actually, scratch that, he went beyond dirty, all the way to filthy and well on the way to whatever it was that came next. She’d yet to find a consensual sex act that Ric got squeamish over: toe sucking, if you insisted; bondage and discipline, he preferred to give but was up for taking too; gay sex; threesomes or moresomes; DP; nipple clamps, absolutely, bring it on. He’d never expressed an opinion on fisting, but hell, it wasn’t as if she wanted to go there. She’d bet he’d photograph it though. It was just what he did.
‘Now inch them down a bit. Come on. I want to see nails biting into his flesh, and sea spray clinging to his skin.’
‘I want to see you tied to that rock.’ There were even convenient metal rings attached to it. ‘Doesn’t mean either of us is going to get what we want.’
Ric cast a brief glance at the old iron bands bolted to the cliff face. ‘If anyone is getting tied up, it’ll be me doing the tying.’
He’d once suggested that he liked to shackle wayward tenants there in order to pay their tithes. It didn’t take any imagination to figure out what that might involve. Alaric ‘Ric’ Liddell was the most sexual being Kara had ever met and, as the owner of Liddell Island, he’d been born to the role of master. If she pushed him, he might well chain her up. That was if Zach didn’t volunteer in her place. Not because Zach especially liked being restrained. It was more that he enjoyed the energy that power differentials generated. Oh, and he definitely got off on the idea of her and Ric drinking down the visuals of him all hot and horny and unable to do anything about it.
Kara defied anyone to look at Zach and not get turned on, want to rough him up a little and then get down and dirty. There was a reason he was Ric’s muse. Zach wasn’t classically handsome, but his wing-like brows and soft, melting brown eyes certainly made him arresting. He was big-boned too, in an oddly wiry way that gave the impression of youth. Most importantly though, he was a giver, and that fact was written into every inch of his being. He radiated that warmth.
He was heating her this very moment with it.
His hand slid under the bottom edge of her bikini top and claimed her right breast. Kara sighed a welcome. The heat of his hand made a sharp contrast to the chill of the sea. It crinkled her already steepled nipple, which he rubbed with the centre of his palm, while he used his teeth to lift the other side of her bikini. That nipple he claimed with his mouth, sucking it deep, sending sharp pulses of pleasure down through her abdomen.
Where she had been wet, now she was sopping. Zach wound a teasing pathway down to her pussy, pressing a kiss here, another there. He flipped up her skirt and teased the top of her thighs, tantalising her with his nearness, letting the tension inside her build until all she wanted was to grab hold of his hair and guide him into place. When he relented and sucked her, he did so through her panties, which only served to amplify her need. Kara softly moaned and pinched her own nipples, kindling further sparks of pleasure that connected and formed a circuit with her pussy each time Zach’s tongue flicked across her clit.
And still the whirr of Ric’s camera melded with the birdsong and the noise of the ocean lapping at the shore. She didn’t mind him taking pictures. Ric could turn even her into a spectacular work of art, but she did fantasise about him discarding the camera on the sand and it being washed away by the tide. With his hands free, he’d then kneel by her head, jeans glued to his skin by the weight of the water, fly undone, and press his cock to her lips, and Kara would lose herself between the two men.
‘Put down the camera and come kiss me,’ she mouthed, vocal cords so tight from mewling in response to the tickle of Zach’s tongue that they didn’t seem to want to function.
Ric pursed his lips. ‘And why would I want to do that?’
Despite their commitment to one another, he still insisted on maintaining an air of detachment, as if by doing so he could deny he was as emotionally entangled as she and Zach had become. The truth was that he was every bit as
