The Art of Love [Hedon Falls 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Michelle Graham

  “It was so much better than I thought possible,” she whispered. “Thank you for teaching me.”

  They kissed again and he moved his lips to her ear. “Let me make love to you.”

  “Condoms?”

  “Yes,” he replied. He rolled off her and reached into the nightstand. He pulled out a foil packet and deftly rolled the rubber onto his swollen cock. He rolled back onto her and was inside her before she had a chance to move.

  Melanie grabbed his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. They moved slowly together and she savored the feeling of fullness inside her pussy. His lips met hers again, and he began to pick up the tempo. With each stroke, she felt her excitement building again, especially when his pubic bone ground against her clit. She wiggled beneath him, trying to prolong the contact.

  “Melanie,” he whispered. “I’m going to come soon. Are you close?”

  “Yes,” she said. “Lift up a bit.” She pushed her hand down between them and began furiously rubbing her clit, wanting to reach climax when he did. It wasn’t long before she was there, her cunt walls clenching his cock. He roared as his own orgasm joined hers. He held still within her, and when the last wave had passed, he pulled out of her and shifted to lie beside her.

  Melanie snuggled into his arms, her head against his chest, his warmth surrounding her, and she felt extremely content. They lay together for a while, not saying anything. It occurred to Melanie, through her lust-fogged brain, that she had now had sex with three men in three days. And she had enjoyed it, enjoyed it a lot. Now, though, she was a bit confused. She liked Justin, even though their first meeting hadn’t been ideal, though she hoped to rectify that situation at dinner that evening. She liked David, who was thoughtful and sweet. She liked Garrett, despite only having known him for an hour. Could she date all of them? She still hadn’t said she would see anyone exclusively. Then it occurred to her that she was assuming Garrett would want to see her again.

  “Garrett?” she said quietly.

  “Yes?”

  “What happens now?”

  He stroked her arm, from the shoulder to the elbow and then back again, not saying anything for a moment. “What do you want to happen now?” he asked finally.

  “I’d like to see you again,” she told him hesitantly. Would he want her again after she fucked him on their first meeting?

  He kissed the top of her head. “I’d like that. This afternoon was…well, it was incredible.”

  “Can you teach me more?” she asked.

  “If you want to learn, I’ll teach you whatever you want to know,” he replied.

  Melanie looked up into his beautiful blue eyes. There was something in them, a look she couldn’t place, but it made her feel good. She shifted up and kissed him softly. “I think I would like to learn more. It’s not what I expected at all.”

  “It’s different for everyone,” he said. “I’m not as hard-core as some of the people I know, and I don’t think you’d want that anyway. But you liked the playing we did today?”

  She nodded and kissed him again. They cuddled for a while longer before she said, “I’d love to stay, but I do need to head out.”

  “That’s okay,” he said. “When do you want to come over again?”

  Melanie tried going over her upcoming dates in her head. She was going to Justin’s for dinner tonight. Tomorrow David was coming to her place. Had it only been this morning that she had made the plans with him? Her social calendar was suddenly more packed than it had ever been, and she was having trouble keeping it all straight. “How about Saturday?” she suggested.

  “That would be great,” Garrett replied. “Do you want to go out somewhere or just stay here?”

  “Both of those ideas have merit,” she said as she stroked his chest. “Why don’t we just stay here?”

  He smiled. “Perfect. I’ll get some dinner together for us and then we can play some more.”

  Melanie’s stomach tightened again as she thought about what kind of play he might have in store for her next. “Sounds good.” She kissed him again and then got out of the bed. She managed to find her clothes and pull them back on.

  Garrett got out of bed and walked her to the door without putting his own clothes on. Before she left, he pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers, his tongue gently stroking hers. She let one hand travel down over his ass and squeeze it before she left. When she got back to the car, she sat there for a few minutes, lost in thought.

  Justin. David. Garrett. Three wonderful men who were very different, but more appealing because of their differences. Would she be able to keep dating all of them? She couldn’t imagine letting any of them go right now. Of course, she’d had the best sex of her life over the last three days and that had overridden her common sense. She would have to make a decision eventually. Until then, she planned to have some more fun.

  Chapter 8

  When Justin opened the door, he sucked in a breath. Melanie was wearing a low-cut, clingy dress and the plunging neckline exposed the tops of her beautiful breasts. A pendant dangled into her cleavage and he found himself longing to run his fingers along the chain over her neck and down her chest. He knew he was staring at her, but couldn’t seem to take his eyes away. He was definitely a tit man.

  He finally managed to lift his eyes to her face. She was stunning. Her blue eyes sparkled, and her makeup was dramatic, not that she needed it. From the first time he had laid eyes on her he had been captivated. Something about her had drawn him in. He just hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her. He had a fair amount of experience with girls, but Melanie was a woman. He was getting hard again as he remembered the taste of her under his tongue, her moans as he had made love to her, and the exquisite feel of her surrounding his cock.

  “Melanie, ma chérie,” he said. “Please come in.” He held the door for her and when she entered, he took her coat. After hanging it up, he took her by the shoulders and leaned in to kiss one cheek and then the other. She smelled heavenly. As he stood gazing into her eyes, he wanted desperately to put his arms around her, kiss her, lower her to the floor—and that had been his mistake earlier. Tonight he was determined to do it right. She wasn’t some college girl who would be happy with a quick fuck. He had to woo her, convince her that she belonged with him. So he settled for taking her hand and leading her to the kitchen table. He pulled out a chair for her.

  “Would you like some wine?” he asked.

  “Yes, please,” she replied.

  He poured glasses for them both and held his up. “A toast to the most beautiful woman I know.” He watched as a blush crept up her neck and face and she lowered her eyes shyly. She sipped her wine and avoided his gaze.

  “Let me get dinner,” he said.

  He brought the salads out of the fridge, added the dressing and set a plate before her, and one on his side. They ate in silence for a few moments. He was mostly staring at her, drawn to her fine features. A couple times she looked up and caught him staring and she would hastily lower her eyes again. It was a mannerism he found charming.

  “Do you not like me to look at you?” he asked.

  She blushed again. “I feel like I must have something on my face, or like my hair is sticking up.”

  He smiled. “I like to look at you because you’re beautiful.”

  “I’m not anything special,” she said.

  “But you are very special,” he replied. He didn’t understand why women had such difficulty seeing themselves as desirable. “I cannot stop thinking about you, ma chérie.” He gazed at her a moment longer and then stood up. He gathered the salad dishes and took the main course out of the oven.

  “Coq au vin,” he said as he set the plate in front of her. It was his specialty and he hoped she liked it. Justin sat down and waited until she had taken a bite.

  “This is good, Justin!” she exclaimed. “You really made this yourself?”

  “Always the women cannot believe
a man can cook,” he said with a grin. “I made it myself. My mother taught me. She said that a man who can cook is a precious thing.”

  Melanie nodded. “She was a smart woman.” Justin watched as she speared a piece of chicken on her fork and slid it into her mouth. Her lips closed around it and he watched her enjoying the food he had prepared. The movement of her mouth was quite sensuous. He glanced quickly away though when she looked up and caught him staring again.

  “Where is your mother, now?” she asked him.

  He grinned. “She lives in Quebec City, with my father and my two younger brothers.”

  “So far away,” Melanie remarked. “What brought you to Hedon Falls?”

  Justin’s fingers drummed on the table while he finished chewing a bit of food. He swallowed, and said, “At first, I wanted to go to Toronto, until I realized how expensive it would be. An artist must be careful with his money, no?”

  Her delightful laugh bubbled up from between her lips. The sound made his cock harden and he shifted a bit in his chair. “It’s not the easiest career to get into,” she said. “But that still doesn’t explain why you chose Hedon Falls over another place.”

  “No, I suppose not. In truth, I cannot put my finger on it. I saw some pictures and was drawn here. It is not so far away from the city, and the scenery is wonderful. It is so inspiring.”

  “Is anyone else in your family artistic? You must get your talent from somewhere.”

  “My parents both enjoy art, but my mother is a lawyer and my father an accountant. They always encouraged me to follow my dreams. My youngest brother is a musician, and my middle brother is studying medicine at McGill.”

  “Your family sounds great,” Melanie said.

  “Perhaps you will get to meet them someday,” he suggested. She blushed again and took another bite of her food. Justin noticed that she seemed to open up a bit more when the focus was off of her, so he asked her more about the gallery. “Why do you want to open this gallery?” he asked.

  “I studied art in university,” Melanie replied. “After graduation, I worked as an assistant to the Chief Curator at the Art Gallery of Ontario. I loved being around so much beautiful artwork all the time! I wished I could have done more at the AGO. I had a lot of great ideas, but not the education or experience to do anything with them. So when my parents passed away, I decided to use my inheritance to follow my dreams. It’s been a real learning curve. There are so many more things to think about than just what art to get and where to put it.”

  Her passion was evident. Justin loved listening to her talk about her dreams. As he continued to ask questions about the gallery, he was amazed at the determination she showed as she explained some of the difficulties she had experienced along the way. She had come across so many challenges and yet she was still forging ahead.

  “What medium do you prefer to work with, yourself?” he asked over dessert.

  “I just mess around,” she said with a blush. “I don’t really produce a lot of my own art.”

  “You studied art in school, n’est-ce pas? Did you not also create art yourself?”

  “I did, but it was never very good. I liked learning about art history and criticism.”

  “Do you like to create?” he asked her.

  She bit her lip and nodded slowly. She seemed very unsure of herself, and Justin sensed that maybe there was more to this story than she was saying. “If you like to create, you should create,” he told her. “Even if it is just for yourself. You must do what makes you happy.”

  She looked into his eyes and he saw that they were brimming with tears. He pulled his chair around the table to sit beside her and took her hands in his. “Melanie? What is the matter?”

  She blinked rapidly and a single tear fell to land on his hand. He lifted it and licked the salty moisture away as he looked at her. She looked so vulnerable right now and he wanted her to feel happy. He pulled her against him and held her tightly, running his hand over her silky hair and breathing in the light floral scent of her perfume. His cock began to respond to having the beautiful woman so close, and he was becoming uncomfortable as it strained against his pants. She probably just needs to think about something else right now. Justin decided he could provide the perfect distraction. He placed his hand under her chin and tilted her head upward. He placed his lips gently against hers, lingering for just a moment before pulling away. She looked up at him and he thought he could see her eyes darkening, so he kissed her again, more firmly this time. She began to respond, and they moved their mouths together with exquisite slowness, savoring each taste, not hurrying toward completion as they had that first time.

  Her soft body felt divine in his arms, and though he tried to prolong the slow, sensual movements of their lips and tongues, he found it increasingly difficult. He grew more insistent, pleased when she matched his enthusiasm. Their kisses seemed to continue for a very long time before at last he pulled away, gasping. He gazed at her, longing to feel her body naked against his. “Please, ma chérie,” he said softly. “I want to make love with you.”

  She nodded, and he pulled her in for another kiss, unleashing the full power of his passion as he drove his tongue into her mouth again and again. She was fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and with a frustrated growl, he yanked at the fabric, hearing a ripping sound as the buttons flew off. Her hands slid to his chest and he shivered at the feeling as she traced her fingers over his nipples. She pulled away and he grabbed for her, but she chuckled and shook her head at him.

  “Je veux que vous mangiez,” she said to him, and his cock responded with a violent twitch as he heard his words from their first encounter echoed back to him.

  Justin had his pants opened and whisked off in a flash as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. He leaned back slightly to give her access, moaning loudly when she slid her mouth onto his dick. It was warm and wet, and when she applied a light suction to his cock, his moans grew louder. He buried his hands in her glorious hair as she bobbed up and down on him, her tongue and cheeks stroking the entire length of him, and it wasn’t long before he felt as though he was going to come.

  “Melanie, arretez,” he said. “Stop! Please!” Though he hated doing it, he pulled her hair gently to get her to lift her head from his cock. “Let me fuck you now, ma chérie. S’il vous plaît.”

  When she nodded, Justin grinned and bent to kiss her. He reached down to his pants and pulled a condom from the pocket, glad he had thought to put one in there in the first place. He rolled it onto his cock and then stood. He kissed Melanie again and laughed at her yelp of surprise when he lifted her onto the table. He positioned her ass near the edge and lifted her legs so her feet rested on the edge as well, causing her dress to slide up past her hips. She had no choice but to put her hands out behind her so she wouldn’t lose her balance. He stared down at the luscious curves spread out before him and made a low sound in his throat when he saw she wasn’t wearing any panties. Moving closer, he placed his hands on her knees and slid slowly into her pussy.

  “Oh!” she cried out. “Yes, Justin! You feel so good!”

  He stared down between them. In this position he had a marvelous view of his cock sliding in and out of her, her juices coating him and easing his movements. He stared as he fucked her, loving how she stretched to accommodate him. When he glanced up, he noticed her watching the action as well, and he smiled. He began moving faster and harder, her cunt stroking his cock in much the same way her mouth had. He could see her hard little clit at the top of her slit and he reached down to rub it with his thumb. She cried out loudly as he swirled the pad of his thumb in circles around her engorged bud.

  “I’m going to come!” she yelled. “I’m coming! Oh, my God!”

  He felt her cunt contract violently around him as she screamed, and he couldn’t hold back any more. With his own yell, he slammed into her one final time and shot a load of cum into the rubber. He held still inside of her and shuddered as his balls contracted,
releasing several waves of semen before he was through. Grasping the base of his cock and carefully holding the condom in place, he withdrew from her. He leaned over the table and kissed her. Then he helped her down and led her to the bed.

  * * * *

  Melanie lay in Justin’s arms the following morning. She was beginning to enjoy waking up with a warm, hard man beside her. It had such delightful possibilities, as he’d proven to her only a few minutes earlier. She sighed contentedly. Last night had been stunning. The younger man had incredible stamina, and to her shock, had managed to fuck her another three times before they fell into an exhausted heap in the bed. There were definite advantages to dating a twenty-three year old. He was just so…vigorous.

  She didn’t want to get out of bed, but she knew she had to. There was work that needed to be done at home, and she had a date with David in the evening. She leaned up on her elbow and looked down to see Justin watching her.

  “Bonjour, ma chérie,” he said softly.

  “Good morning to you, too,” she replied with a smile. She leaned down and kissed him lightly. “I have to get going.”

  “Are you sure you cannot stay for one more time?” he asked as he stroked her breast.

  Melanie closed her eyes and enjoyed the thrills shooting through her at his touch. Maybe I can stay just a little longer, she thought as she bent to kiss him again.

  * * * *

  That evening, David took Melanie to see a movie. There was only one theatre in Hedon Falls, and it had only two screens. They chatted while they waited for the movie to start.

  “What’s your favorite move?” she asked him.

  He stopped to think for a moment. “I like so many, it’s hard to pick a favorite. I guess if I really had to pick I’d say Die Hard.”

  “You’re such a guy,” she said with a giggle.

  His grin made her stomach tighten. “I thought you liked it that way.”

  She could feel the heat in her cheeks as his hand slid over her thigh. “You’ve got me there.”