He picks me up by my ass to get even more of me in his mouth. I steady myself on the couch cushions, grasping them when he spears his tongue inside me. “Imagine if someone took our photo like this,” I say.
Mouth glistening, he drags me down the couch by my hips, licking his lips like I’m a meal he hunted, slaughtered, and refuses to give up. He props me up on the arm, slides down his zipper, and pulls out his cock without even undoing his belt. He takes it in his hand and skims it through my wetness. “Fucking condom.” He groans. “It’s a hassle.”
“Forget it,” I say. “I’m on birth control. You've seen me take it the past few days.”
He furrows his eyebrows, then looks between us as he teases my entrance. “You wet, Hals? You look good and wet.”
I inhale sharply. “Mostly from your mouth.”
He sinks into me, andIsink into the couch. Into him. I bliss out while he pulls me onto him harder with every thrust. “Don’t come,” he says.
I lift my head to look at him. He’s golden and sexy, but there’s an edge of darkness in his eyes. Just watching him handle my body makes me hot. “Why not?”
“I don’t know. I like the idea of keeping you on the edge while I come. Of you dying for me to take you again.”
I look up at the ceiling.Don’tclimax.Don’tthink of Finn toying with me until he’s ready to fuck me later. Submitting to his demands excites me, the opposite of what I need to be happening. I close my eyes as he takes me, willing myself to stay in control of my orgasm. Perhaps seeing the frustration on my face, Finn doesn’t torture me long. He pulls out, dropping me back onto the couch. I open my eyes just in time to watch him pump his fist and come on the couch cushion.
He still doesn’t trust me. If I didn’t know his story, I’d be worried, but it’s less about me than him.
He looks down at me, his chest heaving. “I almost came on you.”
The ache between my legs, tender and swollen, flutters at his admission. “Why didn’t you?”
“I . . .” He cocks his head, studying me. I don’t think it’s the question he expected. “Next time.”
I should argue. I can’t imagine any other man telling me he’ll come on me and getting away with it. I’m helpless to Finn’s command, though, as his model, his girl, his doll. Maybe because I’m used to being under others’ control. But with Finn, I want to be.
He tugs my dress back into place before tucking himself in his pants. There’s a wet spot on his trousers from my pussy. If I didn’t want to come already, that makes me pant for it.
He holds out his hand to hoist me to my feet. “How do you feel about showing some leg?”
I glance down at myself. Somehow, without explanation, I understand he means for the camera. I look back at him, at his soiled suit. “It doesn’t always have to be me, you know. I could write something for you.”
“Nobody wants to look at me.”
I grin and pull him close by his button-down. “Wrong. Some women like a man in a suit.”
“Are you one of them?”
I nod my head all the way up and then down. “Right now I am.”
“I like to be behind the camera.”
“Just this once?” I begin to unknot his tie. “I already have an idea. You can show me what to do.”
He stands tall and solid as I undo him. “I’m not a teacher.”
“Not even for me?” I ask.
He looks down his nose at me. “If you’ll give me your legs, you have a deal.”
I slip his tie off. “Deal.”
Finn leads me into the studio and unpacks his bag while I slide his silky fabric through my hands. It’s just a tie, but it has so many potential uses.
“Come here,” Finn says.
I hang the tie around my neck and take the camera when he holds it out to me. It’s heavier than I thought, colder too. I use both hands to inspect it. “I can see why you like this. It feels sturdy. Professional.”
