Maybe not the good little Christian boy anymore? “Someant for each otheris okay for a first date, but not God?”
He pointed his spoon at me. “Hey, you brought up themeant-for-each-otherstuff again, remember? I was going to leave it alone.”
“Fair enough. In fact, let’s make a list of things we don’t talk about until our second date. God, family, money, and careers. Sound good?”
The rest of dinner was light and easy. Full of quiet moments where we fed the dogs and exchanged stories about difficult customers, despite my declaration to not talk about careers.
Cleaning up was even better than preparing the food. More touches and a heightened sense of anticipation between us.
I’d just closed the dishwasher and turned around when Noah’s lips met mine. I instantly sank into the kiss. Again, it blew me away. How a kiss could cause my heart to race and make me feel safe all at the same time made no sense.
Noah pulled me to him, our bodies crushing together. The feel of his long, hard muscles against me, the heat he radiated. The spices of dinner flavoring our kisses.
Without being aware, I began fumbling with the button of Noah’s jeans. I realized what I was doing when he placed his hand on mine and pulled back from the kiss. “Randall, can I make a request?”
I blinked a couple of times, trying to get my brain to come back to understanding words. “I, um… yeah, sure.”
“Can we wait on the getting naked?”
I guess I hadn’t quite gotten to the place where words made sense yet. “What?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to. Believe me. If I hadn’t left you on the dock when I did the other night, I’d have fucked you and not been able to stop. And if we get naked, I won’t be able to stop now either.”
Sounded like I was hearing correctly, though it still didn’t make sense. “Noah, I am more than okay with you fucking me right now.”
“Not yet.” He shook his head slightly. “I’m not saying we have to wait a long time, but long enough that you’re not going to freak out. I think I’ve gotten you close to doing that already, and I don’t want to fuck this up.”
“But you already said you think we’re meant to be. Why wait?” There was definitely a whine in my voice. So not sexy. And for a third time, Stewart’s accurate slut label whispered in my ear.
“And I said that just because things are meant to be doesn’t mean humans can’t fuck it up.” For the first time, he looked nervous. “Is that okay?”
Hell no, it wasn’t okay. I’d waited twenty billion years. I wanted Noah inside me yesterday. Waiting was not on my fun list. “Sure. If that’s what you want.”
“Thanks.” And then his lips were on me again. Our erections smashed once more as he pushed me against the counter.
If this wasn’t the lead-up to getting fucked, I couldn’t imagine what that was going to be like.
Chapter Eight
THINGS WENTblack for a microsecond as I snapped the picture. I slipped to the other side of the bed to get a different angle and pushed the shutter release again.
“Leif, if you’ll get behind Alix, since you’re taller….” I waited as the man repositioned himself on the bed behind his husband. “Yeah, perfect. Now, if you’ll use your right arm to grab Alix’s cock while you slip your left around his throat and tilt it upward a bit.” He did as I asked, and I snapped another frame. “Hold that pose for a second.”
I adjusted again, moving so the soft light of the group of candles that were out of the frame lit up the tattoo over Leif’s upper right arm.
“Perfect.” I got to my knees in front of the couple, angling the camera so I got both of their faces in the top right of the frame, their bodies in a diagonal, and Alix’s cock in the bottom left. “Okay, Leif, push in, and Alix, arch your back as he does.”
Alix let out a strangled groan at the penetration as I snapped another shot.
Leif peered at me from over Alix’s shoulder. “Randall, are you wanting me to stay like this or fuck him?”
“No. Move. Make it real. Just move slowly so I can get several different angles.” I got up off my knees. “Oh, and don’t cum. Either of you.”
Alix winked at me and managed to speak over Leif’s arm around his throat. “We won’t. We’re saving that for you.”
I forced a laugh and moved around to the other side of the bed, pausing here and there to snap another photo.
We’d had the photo shoot scheduled for over a month. I was so looking forward to it. We had another shoot a few years earlier, and the couple was one of my top-selling prints. Both were handsome, but Leif was tall and beach-bodied, where Alix was more of a muscly bear type. Their contrast led to beautiful pictures. And the threesome we had at the end of the photo shoot had been one of my favorite sexual experiences to date. So good I wished there had been another photographer present to document it.
