Anything But Vanilla

208 Pages·2012·0.98 MB·English

by  Ellis Madelynne

ANYTHING BUT VANILLA
Madelynne Ellis
Table of Contents

Title Page

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Original Titles from Mischief

Copyright
About the Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

If she’d thought about it, then it might have happened differently. Kara didn’t
think. She acted. That was why she stood crushed against the railing bordering
the canal with her knickers around her ankles. The sweet caress of cool air
barely had time to stir against her skin before two warm fingers had replaced it.
A thumb swept the line of her slit, driving her up on to toes that were already
squashed into ultra-high heels. Hell, that was good. Relief swept through her
muscles, replacing the tension there with sweet, sweet bellyache. She needed
this. Needed it so much she was hard pressed not to grab hold of his hand and
mash the whole lot against her clit. Instead, she writhed against the tease,
determined to manipulate his fingers into the exact spot she needed them.
‘Eager for this, aren’t you?’ She felt his smile rather than saw it, as he
mouthed along the edge of her jaw. He had an interesting smile, a bit too big and
more than a little wolfish. It was that grin that made her pause long enough to
accept the drink he offered her, and then to accept being tugged out on to the
dance floor, where they’d bumped and ground their way into companionable
bliss. When they’d walked outside, it hadn’t mattered who led, or that they’d
practically spoken in monosyllables all night. Thumping club hits tended to
transform anything more eloquent into a series of ‘eh?’s and ‘what?’s. Body
language was key. Body language was all that mattered now.
‘Less talk,’ Kara barked. There’d been too much talk in her life the last few
days. She drove her mouth hard against his lips, ready to worship their generous
curves. His perfect cupid’s bow moulded to her wide mouth with charming
precision. In response, he pressed into her, connecting them from chest to shin
save for a little space occupied by his questing hand.
Back and forth, his thumb continued to sweep, until her moisture coated his
fingers and turned the motion into a glide. She might be insane for this, but by
God he knew how to treat her right. Her clit perked up, hard as a nut, until it was
peeping from between the lips of her pussy all desperate for some direct action
rather than the elusive pulls on the skin around it.
‘Oh, now what have we here?’ Mirth flashed from the depths of his eyes as he
circled her pearl as though he were drawing a thread around it. ‘Could it be I’ve
found something important?’
Oh, lord! He’d found it all right. Damn, it was almost too sweet to tolerate.
Intense arousal flushed Kara’s face. Her own need was a metallic taste in her
mouth, sharp and bitter like freshly cut lime. Her nipples poked up against the
fabric of her dress, desperate for a share of the action.
Jack – was it Jack? She’d never really caught his name over the pounding bass
inside the club – cupped one breast. He mouthed the nipple through her dress
and bra until all that remained of her was ache and need.
‘Enough with the tease.’
His eyes shone with the fact that he was on to a winner. ‘What tease would
that be?’ The devil slid two fingers into her as he spoke, provoking a groan. ‘I’m
sure you wouldn’t want me to be lazy.’
‘What I want,’ she said smiling back at him, ‘is for you to put that pretty
mouth of yours to better use.’
‘Yeah?’ His wing-like eyebrows briefly lifted. The quick flicker of boyish
adulation in his eyes was ridiculously endearing.
Kara wrenched aside the materials covering her breast and guided his head
into place. His breath tickled her skin first, then the tip of his tongue, before he
fell to working the whole nipple. ‘Yes, yes, just there. Harder,’ she insisted, as
she wove her fingers into the back of his hair. With a mouth this good, no way
was she letting him escape. She could only imagine how his mobile lips and that
tongue would feel against her clit. As it was, a spark stream now connected her
nipple to her cunt, where his hand continued to work. Hell, much more of this
and he’d bring her off before he ever got anything out of it.
Jack seemed to realise that too. He shook his head to dislodge her grip and
shifted his feet so that he could rub up against her hip. She supposed it was quite
a subtle move in the scheme of things; there was certainly something enticing
about having him writhe against her like that. His erection lay like a sturdy brand
behind his fly, already one hundred per cent ready to satisfy. It had to be
uncomfortable all caged up like that, which just made her like him all the more
for not taking his hands off her to ease his own discomfort.
‘Let me,’ Kara insisted. She might be many things, fricking crazy, jobless,
homeless as of 7.30 this morning and tipsy as fuck, but to her way of thinking
sex was definitely about give and take. Otherwise you might as well cosy up
with a vibe and a good book.
Jack made no protest. She grabbed him hard around the arse, grinned in
delight as his muscles tightened. He was tall and big-boned, but sleek as a
panther beneath his black jeans and equally black top. The sort of man whom
you could imagine creeping across the rooftops as a cat burglar or delivering
boxes of Milk Tray. Not the sort of rogue that normally wetted her knickers.
Fuck, but he tasted more delicious than any chocolate, peppery and citrous,
mingled with the sharp tang of salt. It took a moment to release his buckle, less
time to open his fly and expose his cock. Kara palmed him through his briefs,
teasing him in the way he’d tormented her.
She couldn’t keep it up, much as she wanted to make him sweat. She was too
antsy and he was already close, that much was evident from the sharp noise he
made in the back of his throat when her fist tightened around his shaft. The
reflection of the fairy lights strung from the trees lining the quayside glinted in
the depths of his eyes. She watched their sparkle a moment, until his eyelids
drooped. ‘You got something?’
His eyes snapped open immediately. ‘Back pocket. Think you can reach it?’
She copped another good feel of his butt as she wrestled the foil from his
pocket.
‘Want to do the honours?’ he asked.
‘You betcha.’ She was going to go stark raving crazy if she didn’t get him
inside her soon. Jack – Jack who was showing the first traces of a shadow
around his jaw and who was going to feel fucking amazing inside her.
Jack sagged against her shoulder as she split the wrapper. The curve of his lips
clove to the pulse point in her neck. He nibbled, began to suck. Damn! Kara bit
her lip. It was difficult to concentrate when he was distracting her like that. Still,
she took her time dressing him. She liked that he didn’t rush her, which meant
she got to explore his whole length as she rolled the sheath into place. His cock
curved sabre-like towards his body. He was uncut, the skin drawn back like a
collar around the silky-smooth tip. A small tattoo of a pentacle occupied the
space just below his right hip, the ink dark against the white of his skin. If there
was time and somewhere comfortable – if, if, if. She wanted to explore him
more thoroughly, get him properly naked. Suddenly it was important to see if the
brown thatch of hair around his groin extended upwards. She followed the silky
trail to his navel, shoved his ribbed T-shirt out of the way to see the rest. Golden-
brown hairs circled his nipples and filled all the space between. Beneath that
sign of masculinity he was tautly muscled and every bit as sleek as his outfit
suggested. Part of her actually longed to step back and admire him. If she
commanded him to stay would he do it? Would he stand exposed against the iron
railings, with the dark, mirrored surface of the canal behind him, and let her
gorge herself on the visual feast of him? Hairy men turned her on. It didn’t
matter if was an unruly mass of curls upon a man’s head or just thick tawny hairs
upon his arms. There was something exciting about a man with some body hair,
particularly a good-looking one. So many of them shaved or waxed.
She was so done with Mr Metrosexual.
Jack, perhaps sensing a growing distance between them, shimmied right up
close to her, and bent his head so they were looking into one another’s eyes on a
level. ‘Ready?’
Like hell they were, she had no idea how they were going to accomplish
anything in this position.
‘Hold yourself on the railings.’
Kara grasped the blue-painted metal. She gave a screech and a giggle as Jack
hoisted her off her feet and dealt with her knickers. She guessed she was going
home bare as they floated away on the canal. She wrapped her legs around him
as he lined them up. They were in a public place, but there was nothing coy
about his actions. No hesitation and definitely no embarrassment as his cock
bucked eagerly at her entrance. That lack made her cheeks colour a little for both
of them.
‘Tell me.’ He held them mere millimetres apart. ‘Tell me exactly how you
want it.’
Was he a talker, or just making sure he stayed out of trouble? She could
hardly cry coercion if she’d begged him for it.
Kara squeezed around his hips with her thighs, dragging them a fraction closer
together. ‘I want you to fuck me.’
‘No – I never would have guessed that.’
Sarky bugger. Shit! He’d probably drop her over the railings into the canal if
she admitted any of the stuff in her head, like visions of nipple clamps and
chaining him to the railings. Surely the only things that mattered here were that
he turned her on and she needed him. The whys and wherefores were irrelevant;
the bounty of her inner life more so.
‘Nothing more than that to say?’ he queried, lifting one of his wing-like brows
again. ‘You just want me to slide up and fill your cunt.’ The way he said cunt
made her literally ache with need. ‘You’re not after anything flashy, just a
straight hard fuck.’ He delivered as he punctuated the last word, filling her up so
completely it took her body a moment to respond to the shock. Heavenly didn’t
come close to describing it. It just felt right – so goddamned incredibly right. She
clamped tight to his body as he drew back to give her what she’d apparently
asked for. ‘You know, I’m kind of surprised. I never took you to be such a
vanilla kind of girl.’
He was right. She so wasn’t. What sort of strait-laced girl fucked a stranger up
against the backdrop of the murky canal? Why had it taken her so long to admit
that to herself, instead of constantly trying to be good?
‘So why don’t you tell me what really gets you off? Shall I pretend I’m a
vampire and sink my teeth in? Do you like a fingertip in your arse?’
‘Hold me tighter.’ Their position meant they were already pretty much
jammed together with no space between. Kara bent her head to his ear. She
mouthed around the lobe before breathing the words. ‘Come and then I want to
lick you clean.’
The muscles in his face tightened into a grin, and then he picked up her and
the pace again, pounding into her like it was a race they had to win.
Kara continued to mouth the side of his neck where the skin was thinnest and
his pulse raced just below the surface. He was slippery and hard between her
thighs. Her clit, already prepped by his earlier teasing, shot out darts of pleasure
each time he made a forward thrust. Why wasn’t it always this good? Why could
she only get this sort of relief with a stranger in a seedy venue? Why hadn’t her
life worked out, and did that matter when she could get sex this good?
‘Ooohh!’ The buzz built and suddenly burst. She screamed, panted, scored a
few lines across his back. He continued to fill her up the whole while, until the
moment passed and she realised he was still hard and hadn’t come.
Kara shook herself free of his arms. She knelt down on the quayside. Took a
little risk – what the heck – and closed her mouth over the length of him. She’d
said she was going to lick him clean. Well, instead she was going to suck him
off.
The plan met with no resistance from Jack. Nah, his knees buckled a bit, but
he had some handy railings to cling to, which was good, because she wasn’t
letting him go. He tasted too nice: part her, part him, the whole ridiculously
sexy.
Kara steadied herself, with one palm flat against his inner thigh, the other
wrapped around the base of his cock. She liked that he wasn’t too long. He was
nicely proportioned and she got one hell of a kick out of roving her tongue over
the flare of the head and tickling the sweet spot just below the eye. When he
started trying to claw at her hair in order to drag her closer, she worked with the
roll of his hips.
‘You’re good at this. Oh, sweetheart.’ His knuckles were white against the
vivid blue railing.
‘Are you going to come?’ she asked, grinning up at him in a facetious manner.
‘So close.’
They were back to the depth of discourse they’d shared inside the club. ‘I
want to watch.’ Actually, not just watch. She wanted to watch and do. Kara rose
and stood beside him with her back to the railing. She cupped his length with
one hand and shoved her other hand inside her skirt so that she could rub herself
in time with the thrust of his cock through the ring of her fingers. The low-level
spark of her previous orgasm rekindled immediately. They almost raced. Who
could cross the finish line first? Who could ejaculate the furthest? OK, he won