don’t get very much company up here. Especially not beautiful company that didn’t just knock on the door in order to use the facilities. Besides, you couldn’t have trekked over to the barn in the dark with this wind anyway.’ Certainly the wind had got up. Even cocooned inside the metre-thick walls of the fort you could hear it howling. ‘Forgive me.’ His hand settled lightly upon her calf.
Kara froze. Oh, God, it wasn’t right that a touch there should have so much power. Her pussy instantly flooded with heat.
‘Where are they?’ she asked tremulously.
‘The keys? Oh, Kara – don’t be a spoilsport, not when you’re enjoying this just as much as I.’ His hand crept a little higher up her leg, and disappeared under the hem of her skirt.
‘Give me those keys.’
‘I will. As soon as I’ve made a proper apology.’
Hell, he was pushy, and she really ought to stop him rubbing her inner thigh like that, because it was ridiculously pleasant, and he was a liar, and obviously not to be trusted, and a cad who only wanted her for one thing.
It just happened to be the same thing she wanted him for.
He was on both knees now, his lips closing in on the spot where his hand lay warming her thigh. ‘I’m going to kiss your cunt now. Say yes, please, Kara.’
‘Oh, God!’
‘I don’t think he’s any real jurisdiction here, do you? It’s far too wild, and far too lonely.’ He lifted up her skirt so that every inch of her legs was exposed along with the fabric of her knickers. ‘Hm, on or off. Decisions, decisions. I know.’ He wriggled his fingers into the seams of her panties and drew them down to her thighs. ‘Much better, don’t you think?’
‘Um … I don’t know.’
‘How can you not know –’ he laughed, clearly enjoying her discomfort ‘– whether your knickers are best left on or off? Surely the issue is a simple one. If they’re on, I can do this. And you want me to do this, don’t you? You want me to make that apology, and if they’re off I can’t.’ The very tip of his tongue ran along the split of her sex. Kara grabbed tight hold of the cabinet at her rear, and then changed her mind and laced her fingers in his hair instead.
Damn, that felt good.
‘Off,’ she squeaked. ‘They’re definitely better off.’ She squirmed against his tongue, trying to get him exactly where she wanted him.
‘Yeah – then why don’t you step right out of them?’
Yes, absolutely. Why didn’t she? Only they seemed to get snagged around her ankles and he didn’t let up with that tongue of his. It tickled every sensitive nerve-ending in her body all at once, and that was before he lashed it softly against her clit.
Kara’s fists clenched tight in his hair. She was probably pulling a little too hard, but he didn’t object, rather he seemed to thrive on the sheer intensity of the moment. The sweet massage had caused her sex to plump, making it difficult to keep still. She felt dizzy, uncertain. Fire burned in her cheeks and her womb. God help her, if he kept it up, she would come right against his mouth before he received any reward for his efforts besides a glorious stiffy. Then again, maybe that’s what he got off on.
‘Don’t, you’re gonna …’
‘I’m going to what?’ She felt his smile as a rub of his cheek against her thigh. His next move concentrated his efforts on her clitoris. He tickled and petted the stiff little nub until she was totally undone. Her hips rolled of their own volition, pushing the whole of her pussy up against his mouth, wordlessly begging him for more, for him to never ever cease.
‘Pull up your top,’ he insisted. ‘Show me your tits.’
Kara wrenched her clingy top up over her bra. Her breasts were achy, the nipples pronounced against the satin fabric that confined them.
‘Touch yourself.’
She wasn’t sure what he was getting out of the demand. It wasn’t as if he was positioned to enjoy the view, for his attention remained on her pleasure. Kara understood a little better when she nipped one nipple between her thumb and fingertip. A pulse fired between her breast and her cunt, linking the two and making her orgasm ride up fast.
It broke as she squeezed both nipples hard and his tongue completed the circuit, dabbing against her clit. She sobbed into his shoulder when he rose and held her tight.
Ric didn’t remain still for long. First his lips swept against hers, bringing a second wave of heat to her insides. The kiss was by far the dirtiest she’d ever shared. The taste of her body clung to his lips, while the scent of her arousal flooded the air. Although shirtless, Ric remained otherwise properly dressed. Kara reached for his belt buckle, only for him to grin and step back. Still, the ridge of his erection showed clearly behind his fly.
‘I thought you wanted to know where those keys are.’
‘They’re not in your pants?’
‘No,’ he grinned. ‘But let’s see if you can find them before I get fully into yours.’ He led her over to the bureau, not even giving her a moment to straighten out her clothes, and bent her over the polished surface so that her face lay close to the myriad little drawers set into the top. ‘They’re definitely in one of those. Shall we see if you can find them before I make you come again?’
He already had a head start, for one hand immediately wedged between her thighs, where it confidently stroked her still swollen clit. Kara gave a desperate whimper. She couldn’t concentrate while he did that. Nor did she really care to find the keys right now. She wasn’t about to sacrifice this for a faceful of biting cold wind and a night in her car wondering what could have been.
Ric’s breath tickled her ear. So too did his hair. ‘Ready?’
‘No, wait. What does the winner get? You’re not exactly convincing me that I want these keys.’
‘Bedding rights. One time, wherever, whenever.’ His breath tickled as it whispered past her ear. ‘And I don’t make this offer every day. Go.’
Kara reached out and tugged open the first of the drawers. Her current position didn’t allow her to see inside, so she had to rely on touch – paperclips, another one of those LED torches he had so many of, but no keys. She yanked open the second drawer without closing the first, just as she heard the slide of his zipper. The crackle of a foil wrapper immediately followed.
Damn, she wanted to crane her head and look at him, in order to know what his cock was like. She liked visuals, though she was pretty sure he was going to feel damn nice. Ric stood so close behind that even if she did turn she wouldn’t have gained a glimpse of him. Hell, if she moved a millimetre they’d be as intimate as it was possible to get.
Kara’s mouth fell open in anticipation. The second drawer remained unexplored.
‘You’re not looking,’ he prompted, still stroking her clit. ‘That’s kind of cheating, you know.’ The blunt tip of his thumb found her entrance and dipped inside a way. It came out wet. ‘Anywhere, anytime, anyhow, no matter who’s watching.’
Maybe, just maybe, she ought to try a little
