it turned out, the picture was of a man not a woman, and was far too arty to be considered porn, though the black and white image was certainly lewd.
The model looked vaguely familiar too. Not that you could see a lot of his face.
Ric grinned at her and gave a low chuckle. He put the print down and waved her towards the stacks of framed photographs. ‘Go ahead. Take a look while I hunt these keys. If you find anything you like we can negotiate a discount, seeing as how we’re going to be neighbours. That barn needs something to brighten it up. You’ve seen it, right?’
‘No.’
‘OK.’
‘OK,’ she agreed, her voice a little dry. It felt too intimate to be going through this stuff after such a short acquaintance. That, and it seemed her apprehensions about Christopher’s impulse purchase might be on the mark.
The photos weren’t all of men. There were women and groups too, but the emphasis was definitely adult, and, more often than not, kinky. They reminded her of the bacchanalian scenes you sometimes found in old houses and castles, painted before Victorian prudery took hold. Back when people were a little more honest about sex, in the way she absolutely intended to be from now on.
The one-night stand she’d had with – Jack? – was the most honest thing she’d done in years. Ever, perhaps.
‘Do you sell much?’ Kara asked.
‘You’d be surprised.’
Maybe not. She could see the appeal of it. It wasn’t coy. It was what it was without making a pretence of being anything else, and it was beautiful because of that forthrightness and aggression. Nor did it take much imagining to envisage the response he got from buyers and gallery owners, considering how lovely he was with his strong jaw and Scandinavian pallor.
She understood his honesty in describing it as porn a little better after fanning through the images. Its intended purpose was to arouse, something it was certainly succeeding in doing to her. If Ric’s presence had a dynamic effect upon her libido, then his artwork threatened to push that to the max.
Realising that she was growing uncomfortably aroused, Kara squirmed her legs together. ‘Here’s a good one.’ Ric moved up close behind her, so that she could feel his heat even though they weren’t touching. His hand shot out to reveal the contents of another frame.
This one featured a very beautiful and liberated young woman, with masses of long hair that flowed over her shoulders and gently caressed the points of her nipples. One man bent before her in a position of submission, one hand reaching out to her beseechingly. His other hand was already clasped firmly behind his back encased in a handcuff held by another man whose erection was angled suggestively towards the submissive man’s arse. Another male figure stood behind the woman. His big hands squeezed tight her breasts, as he ploughed her from the rear. It was impossible to look upon the group and not to become caught up in the situation that had created the scene. Kara felt its power deep in her sex. It tugged at that part of her psyche that fantasised about sex with multiple men. She’d never done it. Who had? No one she’d ever spoken to, though among her friends they mostly agreed the idea was hot. Two cocks giving you pleasure instead of one, two erections to play with, so that you could suck upon one while the other satisfied the ache in your cunt.
OK, not all of her friends agreed with her on that. Some of them considered coping with one man hell enough.
Lucky girl, though, whoever the model was. As if Ric sensed he’d hit upon her fantasy, he drew her attention to another image. In this one the same four figures nestled together, their loins and bottoms all perfectly aligned so that they were joined in a lewd chain. ‘Are they?’ she asked. The men were clearly pleasuring the female model from front and back, while the third man also penetrated the arse of the handcuffed man. Kara gave a low groan. She didn’t think she’d ever been so turned on by an image before, but something about it combined with Ric’s nearness grabbed her by the guts and rode her for all its erotic worth. This one she’d definitely like to hang over her bed. Sadly, whatever bed there was in the barn, it didn’t belong to her, and Christopher didn’t share her tastes.
Ric nudged against her as he returned the picture to the floor. For just a moment she swore she felt the ridge of his cock pressing up against the seam of her buttocks. Was he turned on? Did he grow erect looking over his own work? How did he maintain his composure while working? For several seconds she literally ached with the desire to push back against him and discover the truth. If she turned around, would she see the evidence lying trapped behind his fly – would she see it in his eyes? Fleetingly, she wondered if Ric ever photographed himself and, if he did, what parts he bared to the camera.
Arousal thickened between her legs, and a rosy blush began to infuse her skin. What would he do if she pressed back or reached out and touched him? What if she were direct enough to touch his cock? Would they make it as far as the bed, or simply fuck hard and fast amidst the disarray of photographic equipment?
Kara’s mouth grew dry. She slowly moistened her lips.
She could picture it so clearly. They’d end up naked, wrapped up in exposed film, surrounded by countless dirty images.
Damn, what was she thinking? Kara risked a surreptitious glance at Ric, who gave away nothing of his thoughts, only a low-level twinkle in his blue eyes hinting at any kind of wickedness in him. What was happening to her? She didn’t routinely jump into bed with strangers, at least not since the days before Gavin. Yet here she was craving the affections of a man she’d only just met, whose nearness had rendered her knickers sopping.
It took every ounce of willpower for Kara to remain still. Every single damn ounce, because what she really wanted to do was to wriggle and cosy up against Ric’s cock, and to know that he was ready for her.
‘About those keys,’ he murmured, not quite breaking the spell she’d woven in her head, for his mouth lay just shy of her neck. If she turned now, their lips would almost certainly meet. ‘I can’t seem to put my hands on them.’
Sod the keys! Having him put his hands on her would be far more gratifying. It took a supreme effort of will to smile at him indulgently instead, like it didn’t matter that her only home at present was whatever decrepit barn her brother had bought, which she couldn’t get into until Ric produced the keys, or that her nipples were so taut they were poked up against her blouse virtually demanding his touch. It didn’t matter that her cunt was wet either, or that it ached for the sensation of something hard to fill it. Or that whatever bed she eventually made it to would be cold and empty.
‘I’ll keep looking.’ He gave her an endearing and rather knowing grin, one that suggested he guessed more of her thoughts than she cared to share, and maybe, just maybe shared one or two of them. ‘That said – it is getting a bit late to be trekking over there at this time of night. The visibility sucks and I wouldn’t want you stumbling about hurting yourself.’
‘Yeah? What are the alternatives?’ She leaned a little closer to him.
Ric’s tongue briefly wetted his lower lip. ‘I’ve a spare bed.’
‘Right. I couldn’t – I mean, I don’t want to impose.’
Damn it with the social niceties, she definitely wanted to impose. She wanted to jump right into his bed, and have him touch her between her legs, where good girls who had just broken up with their fiancés weren’t supposed to ask to be touched. Then again, she’d spent long enough pretending to be the good girl that at heart she wasn’t. Time
