‘This is just us, Kara. It’s just us. What you can feel is my cock in your cunt. It’s me giving you this. Ric’s still schmoozing arty types.’
It might be true that at this moment it was just the two of them, but when Ric emerged from the gallery he would blend seamlessly into their game, take out his phone and capture them on film. Or he’d stand to the side, place one hand on Zach’s arse and slide the other between her pussy and the wall. His fingers would brush her clit every time Zach’s thrusts jerked her forwards. He’d make himself part of this even if he wasn’t doing the fucking.
‘Do you think he’s going to be long?’
‘I don’t care if he takes all night.’ Zach’s fingers clawed upon her hips. ‘Ever consider that I might like that it’s just us out here doing this?’
He bucked forwards again, filling her up, then gliding back, the motion so smooth it made the whole of her lower body tingle. Then he was back inside her again, pounding away at her hard like there was a point he had to make.
‘Zach! Oh, God!’
That was ridiculously, fantastically good, but also a little too much, a little too fast.
‘It’s not a race.’
‘Isn’t it? Maybe I need to get you off before he makes himself a part of this. Maybe I need to prove I can make it good for you all on my own.’
‘Shit, Zach! You already did. It wasn’t the night air that made me this wet.’
‘Wanna go all the way with you.’
They were going to be in free fall over the edge of the sea wall if he didn’t cool it a little. Shame she didn’t have the breath to tell him that. And maybe, truthfully, she didn’t want to. The buzz built rapidly, sending shock waves out across her body. It was all she could do to hold herself steady, clinging with her fingers to the sloping top stone, while her upper body clove to it. Zach fucked like a demon – no let-up, no restraints. It was a sprint he absolutely intended to win.
Damn if she wasn’t cheering him towards the finishing line too, her pussy eating up his thrusts and going crazy for more. She pushed back against him, making their naked flesh slap. He rode his thumb up along the length of her spine, the soft caress sending out pleasure spikes of a different kind. His grip curled around her shoulder, then he reeled her in, bringing her upright and back against the hard slab of his body.
Cradled, he held her, one arm locked beneath her breasts, the other slicking dew over her red and hungry pussy. Yet his need to possess her didn’t ease.
‘Are you gonna come for me, Kara? I need you to come.’
Her pulse fluttered wildly in her neck where his lips pressed against the skin.
‘Wanna feel you explode.’ He sucked, obliterating what was left of her rational mind. All that remained was one living, breathing, aching spiral of need as Zach was driving towards a cataclysmic impact.
Her orgasm broke, dragging an inarticulate moan from the depths of her soul. Kara shuddered, surrendered and let the beat of her body dictate everything.
Zach had nothing to worry about. There was no reason for him to believe he wasn’t every bit as amazing as Ric. Their talents were just for different things. They were each artists in their own way. What they did have in common was the ability to make her come so hard it was impossible not to weep afterwards.
Scalding tears trickled over her cheeks and hit her swollen lips. Kara licked the salt away as she rested, reclaiming her breath, while Zach continued to hold her upright.
Eventually, they’d have to break apart. Gravity was already doing its evil work and speeding them towards that moment. His softening cock slipped from her. Ejaculate trickled down her thighs.
Zach stood behind her a moment, strangely quiet as he zipped up. She half expected him to tidy her clothes too. Maybe even produce a handkerchief and dry her off a little. Instead, he turned her around so they stood facing once more. Then he knelt on the pavement and dragged his tongue over her still smouldering sex.
Shock loosened her tongue. There was no way of holding back her cries, other than by biting down hard on the heel of her hand. She couldn’t come again. Not yet. It was too soon, but her body responded with aftershocks and she absolutely didn’t call him off from showing his appreciation. As his mouth soothed, Kara laced her fingers through the strands of his brown hair. He was going to scuff the hell out of the knees of his tailored trousers, kneeling down before her like this.
‘Kara.’
Zach gazed up at her, dark-brown eyes like molten pools of chocolate. The night sky and a million stars were reflected in their surface, overlaid by her own shadowy silhouette.
‘Yeah,’ she replied, stroking the line of his jaw.
‘I wondered…’
He broke off to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, removing the smears of moisture there.
‘That is, I hope this isn’t too much of a surprise, but will you marry me?’
‘What? Don’t be silly.’
‘I’m being serious.’
He was too. His earnestness shone all too clearly in the twisted turn of his mouth and the worry-lines scrunching up his brow.
‘I know I’ve kind of sprung this on you, but…’
Holy fuck!
Kara clamped a hand across her mouth. The next minute seemed to stretch out infinitely long, before time snapped back on itself. Marry him! Where the damned hell had that come from? She’d been a runaway bride the night they’d met. When she’d made the decision to ditch Gavin, admittedly not quite at the altar, she’d sworn to herself that marriage was firmly off her life agenda. Given she now had two lovers, how could she even contemplate anything different?
‘You don’t have to give me an answer right now.’
Yes, she did. She absolutely did.
While Gavin had never understood her, and their union would have been an unmitigated disaster, she couldn’t say the same of her and Zach. They had everything in common to make such a binding work, including the one thing that made it impossible to say yes.
‘What about Ric?’
Zach bowed his head, seeming to focus on a spot on the pavement between her feet. ‘I guess I ought to have realised you’d prefer to have him over me.’
‘No,’ she insisted, shaking her head. ‘No, Zach. That’s not it. It’s not about me having a preference. I won’t choose one of you over the other. You both matter.’
Why did he even imagine she’d contemplate doing so? All she’d ever wanted – once they’d hurdled over the no-strings bit – was for them to be equals.
‘If I could marry you both it’d be different, but that’s not an option. Why are you even asking this? Did you think it through? Tell me you didn’t think it through, and that it’s just a stupid spur-of-the-moment thing.’
He raised his head, reached up and attempted to hold her hand. ‘I’m asking because I love you.’
Kara covered her ears. ‘You love Ric.’
‘And you.’
‘Stop it,’ she said, pushing away from the wall and taking two unsteady paces along the promenade. She dragged her skirt back into position.
‘Why is that so hard to believe?’
She swung around to face him, to find him rising to his feet.
‘Because I know how you feel about him. Zach, don’t do this. Tell me this is a joke. We’ve just found each other again, why would you want to break it up?’