I’ve been at this for hours, and my back aches from hunching over the canvas.
“Hey!” Lukas yells out. I can barely hear him over my headphones.
I take out my earbud and smile up at him. Graham walks in behind him holding a bag of food.
My stomach growls at the sight of it.
“Looks like someone is hungry, bella.” Graham says, crouching down to look at my work.
“What did you bring?” I ask, grabbing at the bag.
“I made lobster mac and cheese.”
My eyes practically roll back into my head as I take a bite. I get paint all over my fork, but I’m too hungry to care. I stab the macaroni, shoveling it into my mouth, moaning with delight.
“I think she likes it.” Lukas says, grabbing a seat on a nearby stool.
“I do.” I say, mouth full of food. I finish off the bowl in record time, eager to get back to my piece.
“Hold on there. You’ve barely finished chewing.” Graham says, taking my bowl and setting it off to the side.
“We’ve missed you. You’ve been so caught up in your work lately.”
“I know, it’s just that my art teacher hates everything I make, and my position here hangs on keeping my scholarship.”
Lukas looks down at the painting, holding his chin in his hands. “I know how we can make it better.”
“How?” I ask.
He squirts the painting with a black acrylic paint tube.
My mouth drops open. “You did not just do that.”
I grab the tube of paint from him and squeeze, hitting him across his face and shirt with the paint.
He wipes his face, smearing the black paint across his left hand. He looks down at it and laughs.
“Oh, you asked for it.” He grabs me, smearing the paint across my face while Graham laughs at us.
I stumble back hitting Graham as both of us fall onto the canvas.
“Ow, crap.” I say rolling off the painting, covered from my shoulders down. “Well, it’s definitely ruined now.”
Graham grabs a glob of red wet paint from my shirt and bops me right on the nose. “There, now you’re a little Rudolph.”
I snatch up some paint from the flat canvas and throw it at him, hitting him in the crotch. “There, now you’re a little Jackson Pollock.”
Lukas comes up behind me. “We should clean you up.” He says, eyes darkening while he yanks my paint covered shirt off.
I smile, raising my arms up letting him undress me.
Graham takes his shirt off, peppering my bare shoulder with kisses as he massages my breasts in his large hands.
Before I know it, we’re a tangle of limbs and tongues and skin as we roll together, covering the painting with our bodies.
Graham enters me first as I straddle his hips, facing away from him so I can watch Lukas stroke his pierced cock with his right hand.
“Do you want this?” He asks. I nod my head licking my lips. He kneels between Graham’s legs making me bend forward as I work myself up and down Graham’s shaft.
