The Art of Love [Hedon Falls 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 3

  The next picture showed a naked man from midchest to midthigh. His penis was lying flat against his belly and had been painted to resemble a building. On either side, a cityscape stretched across the man’s abdomen and onto the canvas below him. It was really quite clever, though Melanie was amazed that a man had managed to have his penis painted without getting too excited. She giggled at the thought. This picture, too, would go into the gallery.

  The next picture was a hand-drawn sketch with a note at the top explaining that it was a planned work but had not been created yet. In the sketch, a woman stood in front of a man. He was kissing her neck and his hands cupped her breasts. Notes indicated that the man would be painted on the canvas and the hands painted on the model’s body. Melanie liked its simplicity. Justin’s work was definitely creative and definitely erotic. It was a good choice for the exhibit.

  But was he a good choice for her?

  Chapter 4

  The next day Melanie found herself standing at the door to another artist’s studio. It gave her an eerie sense of déjà vu. Today she had only put her usual amount of care into her hair and makeup and she was dressed casually in jeans and a sweater. The day before she had clearly made a favorable first impression, and today she didn’t think that would be necessary, although she reconsidered that when the door opened.

  The man standing in the door was easily over six feet. He had strong arms, Melanie noted as she took in his tight fitting T-shirt and jeans. A large tattoo on his arm disappeared under the sleeve of his shirt. His skin was a deep, rich brown and his complexion perfect. He had his hair cut close to his head. Melanie took in the earrings in both of his ears, and his full, kissable lips. Finally, she looked into his eyes. The irises were dark brown, so dark they were nearly indistinguishable from his pupils. They had a slight gleam in them as he smiled at her.

  “Come on in,” he said, his voice low and sexy.

  Melanie’s nipples were getting hard and her pussy damp. Dammit! Why does he have to be so good-looking, too? Maybe she should just start getting laid more often. She wouldn’t be creaming her jeans at the sight of every good-looking artist she came across.

  The man extended his hand and said, “I’m David. Nice to meet you.”

  Melanie shook his hand, though it was so large it almost completely enveloped hers. His fingers were warm and she swore she could feel heat radiating off of him from where she stood. Unlike Justin, David dropped her hand after shaking it, though he let his fingers graze over hers a little as he withdrew. Melanie felt a delicious shiver slide up her arm and through her torso until it settled firmly between her legs. She followed him when he led her through a small office and into his workshop.

  David specialized in sculptures and large installations using found materials. His workshop was in a warehouse on the edge of town, and the high ceiling gave him room to build. In the center of the room, he had a scaffold set up and a sculpture that was partially finished. Around the edges of the workspace were other sculptures in a variety of sizes and colours. One wall was lined with shelves and bins full of a variety of odd objects that might otherwise be found in recycling bins or garbage cans. It was a fascinating place, and Melanie found her eyes darting all around, trying to absorb it all.

  “I’m doing an installation for the new library,” he said as he gestured to the scaffold.

  “How will you get it out of here?” Melanie asked.

  “Once I have the whole thing built, I take it apart in larger chunks. I take them out through the loading doors.” He pointed to the roll-up doors on the far wall.

  “Your work is so interesting,” Melanie said. “I’m amazed at the things you can do with ordinary items.”

  He smiled at her and she felt her stomach flip over again. “Even the ordinary can be beautiful,” he said.

  Melanie blushed and turned her attention toward some of the smaller pieces scattered around. He had a sculpture of a Canada Goose made entirely out of plastic utensils. There was a dolphin made from blue-tinted plastic bottles. Melanie continued along, stopping to examine pieces here and there. She came to the statue of the couple that she had shown Serena. The man was seated, with the woman on his lap facing him. She held his shoulders and had her head thrown back and his hands were on her hips. It was amazing how lifelike it looked, even though Melanie could tell it was made out of plastic bottles.

  “How did you get the skin to look so smooth?” Melanie asked.

  “I put a brush-on silicone mold over the whole thing,” David said.

  “It’s fabulous,” she said. “I definitely want this one.”

  She smiled up at him and he smiled back. “I’m glad to hear it,” he said. “I got out a few of my other pieces that are more erotic in nature. They’re over here.”

  Melanie followed him to the end where he had five pieces out on display. One was a life-size statue of a woman standing with one hand holding a breast and the other disappearing between her legs. Melanie walked around it, examining the materials. Some objects she could identify but not others.

  “What’s this?” she asked, pointing to the woman’s exposed breast.

  David laughed, a rich, melodic sound that made Melanie shiver before realizing how her comment sounded. She knew she was going bright red by the burning sensation in her face, neck, and ears.

  “You sure you don’t know?” he asked teasingly. “You have a couple of nice ones yourself.”

  Now Melanie was sure that she would burst into flame right on the spot, her face was so hot with embarrassment. She just didn’t know how to respond to that and stood there stupidly. David walked over and reached out to touch the breast on the statue.

  “This is actually a really old plastic Jell-o mold that I found in a thrift shop,” he said as he caressed the breast, his hand fitting over top of it. “The nipple is from a baby bottle.” Melanie watched as he stroked the nipple of the statue, flicking the tip with his thumb and then pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Watching him fondle the statue was incredibly erotic, and she found herself imagining his hands on her breasts, squeezing, pinching, and pulling at her nipples, which were now incredibly hard. Her breathing was speeding up and her heart was beating faster as she became more aroused. He watched her quietly as he worked his hand over the statue’s stomach and around to caress its ass. Melanie gave a slight moan as she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to appease her throbbing clit. David’s smile grew larger.

  “Would you like to see something else?” David asked her.

  Melanie swallowed. “Yes, please.”

  “Follow me,” he said. He led her a little further along to a small sculpture which resembled a wooden dildo. He reached out and grabbed the shaft, stroking it up and down. Melanie couldn’t help the cry that came out as she watched him hold the phallus in his hand, squeezing and stroking it. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and she clearly saw the bulge in his pants. He was just as aroused as she was. Could this be happening again?

  “What is it you like about the erotic art?” David asked her as he moved a little closer.

  “I…” Melanie couldn’t speak. The rushing had returned to her ears and she had a tingling sensation all over her body. She shifted slightly and felt her back arch as she remembered Justin touching her there yesterday.

  “Does it arouse you?” he asked, moving closer still.

  Melanie nodded.

  “Did you like watching me touch that statue?”

  She nodded.

  “Do you want me to touch you like that?”

  Melanie closed her eyes, swallowed, and made a decision. “Yes.”

  David was standing directly in front of her now, and the heat between them was incredible. She stood still and looked into his eyes as he reached up with both hands. He lightly cupped her breasts, and a sigh escaped her. This was what she wanted. He gently stroked the sides of her tits, the bottoms, all around, getting closer to the nipples but not quite touching. He brought his fingers almost to the tig
ht, aching peaks but would then move them away to stroke the sides some more. Melanie groaned in frustration as he teased her again and again, always coming close but not quite touching the spot she needed him to. When she could stand it no more, she reached up and grabbed his hands, pressing them firmly against her breasts and squeezing them over her flesh. He moaned and at last began rubbing his thumbs across her rigid nipples.

  “God!” Melanie cried out. “Yes!” Sensations ripped through her body from the pressure of David’s fingers on her tits. It was amazing, but she wanted to feel those hands against her bare flesh. She pushed his hands away and quickly pulled the sweater up and over her head. As she lifted her arms, David deftly released the front clasp on her bra and her boobs popped out into his waiting hands, which he used to continue his sensuous stroking. She looked up into his eyes, dark with desire.

  “Kiss me,” she whispered.

  He bent his head down and slanted his mouth over hers, those beautiful full lips coaxing hers apart. She had to taste him, and she darted her tongue quickly into his mouth. He captured it between his lips and sucked on it, causing her to moan into his mouth. He released her tongue and kissed her again, and this time it was she who pulled his tongue between her lips. They took turns sucking and tasting each other, all the while David kneaded and pinched gently at her breasts.

  Melanie wanted more. She tugged his T-shirt out of his waistband and slipped her hands underneath it, running them up the smooth, hard skin of his chest. When her fingers grazed his nipples, she pulled them between her fingers, pinching and rolling them, mirroring his actions on her body. He groaned as she teased him, his mouth becoming more insistent over hers. He slid his hands around to her back and she arched against him. One hand slid into her jeans and cupped her ass, the squeezing rhythm alternating with that on her breasts. David lowered his hand to the button on the front of her jeans and unbuttoned it, pulled down the zipper, and then pushed her pants down just past the bottom of her ass cheeks. He slipped a hand between her legs, cupping her mound and applying pressure. He rubbed slowly back and forth. On each stroke his hand pushed a little further between her legs.

  “You are so fucking wet,” he growled into her mouth.

  “I’ve been dripping since you opened the damn door,” she replied.

  His laugh was low and sexy, adding to the moisture that was coating his hand. He finally slid one long finger into her slick pussy and she cried out, digging her fingers into his chest. He pushed his finger in as deep as he could and then withdrew it, agonizingly slow. When only the tip remained inside her, he began slowly pushing his finger back in.

  “I don’t think I can stand,” Melanie cried as her knees began trembling.

  David pulled his hand away from her pussy and pushed her jeans all the way to the floor, helping her to step out of them. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling his, her knees on the floor. He inserted two fingers into her pussy this time, and she found herself grinding down on his hand, encouraging him to move faster. He obliged, his thumb going to her clit and beginning to rub it in time with his thrusting fingers. Melanie cried out as his stroking pushed her closer and closer to orgasm, desperate to feel her cunt clench his fingers. Her moans filled the air, echoing through the large space until finally she reached the peak and screamed.

  “God! David, I’m coming! I’m coming!”

  He continued pumping into her until the last spasm had subsided. Melanie let her head fall to his shoulder, panting and trying to catch her breath. He held her, his fingers still embedded within her cunt. When her breathing slowed, she lifted herself off his hand and reached down to his waistband. She quickly pulled open the belt and the jeans. She reached inside, awkwardly because of the angle, so he shifted underneath her until he managed to shimmy the jeans down over his butt. She took hold of his hard shaft and pulled it free of his clothing. She stared down at the long, hard rod she held. He was enormous. The head of his cock was faintly pink, but the rest of it was a delicious-looking dark brown. She shifted so she straddled his lower legs and lowered her mouth to his swollen dick. She licked the head, slowly, gazing up into his eyes as she did. He groaned and leaned back a bit to give her better access. She slid her mouth over the top and took as much of him in as she could but found herself gagging a bit and lifted her head.

  “That feels great,” he said. “But don’t force it. Just what you’re comfortable with.” He stroked her hair, pushing it back from her face.

  “I’m just out of practice,” she replied. “I think I need more.”

  “Then by all means, carry on,” he said.

  Melanie grinned and lowered her mouth onto his cock again. She slid it up and down, taking a little more each time, letting her tongue slide along the shaft. She could feel his pulse throbbing against her mouth and sucked eagerly. She loved the moans she heard from him, and the feel of his hand, buried in her hair and holding her to him. He began to lift his hips a bit, to thrust gently in and out of her mouth. She managed to take him into her throat, and when the muscles contracted around him he cried out.

  “Fuck, Melanie,” he exclaimed. “You need to stop or I’m going to blow my load!”

  She lifted her head and locked eyes with him. “Do you want to fuck me?”

  “Oh, yeah!”

  “Condoms?” she asked, pleased that she managed to remember.

  “Give me a second,” he said. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet. He took a condom from within and Melanie held out her hand for it. “Hold on. It’s been in there a while. Let me check the date.” He held it up to look, and when he was satisfied that it hadn’t passed its expiration date, he passed it to her.

  Melanie ripped open the pack and quickly rolled the rubber down his cock. She moved up to hover over him a moment, feeling his head parting her pussy lips. When she had him positioned just right, she slid down onto him.

  “Oh, my God,” she whispered. “Fuck, you feel so good!” She had never had so much cock in her at once. She squeezed her vaginal muscles, testing the full sensation, and smiled at his answering moan. She lifted herself back up and then slid down again, repeating the action a little faster each time.

  “Just a second,” David said, grabbing her hips and holding her still.

  He slid his hands down to grab her thighs and pulled her legs out so they were wrapped around his waist. He put his arms around her and kissed her as he began moving inside of her. He kissed her neck, her ears, her collarbone, and then lowered his mouth to her breasts. She cried out softly when he sucked one nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue and nipping gently with his teeth. She dug her fingernails into his shoulder as she leaned back to give him better access. The sensations from her nipples seemed to shoot directly to her clit, and she felt the orgasm building again. He moved his mouth to her other breast and suckled that one as he had the first. Her cries became more ragged as she climbed closer to the peak. He pulled persistently at the rosy tips with his thick lips until she finally felt herself going over the edge, her pussy clenching wildly on his cock and triggering his release as well. They continued moving together, slower now, until the waves had subsided. She clung to his shoulders and rested her head in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and held her there.

  A peaceful feeling settled over Melanie as she sat in David’s embrace. Yesterday’s encounter with Justin had been fast and overwhelming, and although she’d had a good time, today she felt more in control of the situation. David’s flirting had been over-the-top, but she knew he had been testing the waters and would’ve backed off if she hadn’t reciprocated. Today’s session didn’t bring the same regret.

  David kissed her cheek and said, “I’m going to clean up. I’ll be back.”

  Melanie climbed off David and began pulling her clothes back on. She admired his butt as he walked to the bathroom beside the office. When she was dressed again, she got her book out and began making notes on the pieces
she wanted. She was seated cross-legged on the floor and when David returned he stood in front of her in all his naked glory, his big, dark cock dangling in front of her. She grinned up at him.

  “Don’t distract me! I have work to do,” she said.

  In response, he wiggled his hips so his penis swung back and forth. She laughed and grabbed hold of him. She licked around the tip, feeling him harden in her hand. She ran her tongue along the slit, collecting the tiny drop of pre-cum that had appeared there, kissed the end of him and then pulled away.

  “That’s it for now,” she told him.

  “Tease,” he growled as he began picking up his clothes. He pulled his jeans on and sat behind her. She yelped in surprise when he picked her right up and pulled her onto his lap. His arms went around her waist and he pressed his chest to her back. Sweeping her hair aside, he kissed the side of her neck, lightly sliding his tongue up to her ear. Her body blazed into arousal again, trembling with desire.

  “Tease,” she whispered as he pulled his lips away.

  He laughed again. “You tease me, I tease back.”

  “I’ll have to remember that,” she said. She leaned back, enjoying the warmth of him and the feeling of closeness. It had been so long since she felt this way.

  “Well, today was certainly better than I expected it to be,” David said and they both laughed. “Do you want those pieces for the gallery then?”

  “Definitely,” Melanie said. “I want the full-sized woman, the couple fucking over there, that wooden dildo, and the two women kissing.”

  “That sounds like a bad personal ad,” David said.

  “Ha-ha,” Melanie retorted. “Will all that be okay?”