‘Flynn, this is ridiculous,’ I say quickly. ‘Put your clothes on. I’m not filming you today.’
‘No?’
‘Please, put your clothes on.’ I sound a little desperate, and if I can hear it, he can, too.
‘I bet you’d like to film me, though.’
‘Yes.’ I swallow quickly as he folds the sides of his pants open, sliding his hand into his boxers. ‘Yes,’Christ yes, ‘I would, but—’
He tilts his head back, giving himself a concealed tug. ‘What would you call my movie?’
I swallow, my heart pounding both between my ears and between my legs as I watch him touch himself, tease himself—tease me. He’s groaning quietly, all languid, inviting eyes. I watch, mesmerised as his chest rises slowly, then falls, following the cording of muscles in his strong forearm as his muscles pump and flex.
‘In Like Flynn,’ I muse aloud.
His eyes meet mine—dark and widely dilated—but with a challenge burning there. ‘I’ll make you a deal. You get your camera, and I’ll give you a show like you’ve never seen.’ Lord Almighty, I think I just had a mini orgasm. I make to stand because who the hell would say no to that? Flynn Phillips touching himself—getting himself off? And all for me.
‘I have conditions,’ his low voice rumbles, his hand still inside his pants. ‘You have to join in.’ I’m already shaking my head—no way, no deal—when he speaks again. ‘Off camera. But you have to give me some incentive. Be my muse.’
‘Qualifyjoin in,’ I repeat slowly, my eyes not sure whether to watch his hand or his face.
‘Just touch yourself. Let me watch. How about we have a little wager? The last one to come gets to decide what to do with the film.’
‘You don’t mean—’
‘You can put it on the website.Ifyou win.’
I wouldn’t—couldn’t. But I’m not telling him.
‘You’re going down,’ I say with an evil chuckle, to which he replies, ‘Ladies first.’
~*~
It takes very few adjustments to the camera for Flynn’s sequence. In truth, though the camera is worth thousands, this part of the business is a pretty basic affair. I didn’t go to school to study cinematography. As with most things in this business, I’m self-taught.
I move away from the setup, changing the settings for one of the lights.
‘Do your hands always shake?’ Flynn’s voice catches me off guard. The answer is no. Not for a long time. I’m at ease being around naked people and totally at home watching them fuck. In fact, I rarely watchthem. I’m more concerned about the scene as a whole, constantly questioning the look. Flynn being here in my studio, making his kinds of offers, has rendered my mind and my control a bust. But perhaps the best defence is an offence, so I make my way back to the desk with a sway in my step as I begin to loosen the buttons of my blouse.
Turning to face him, I prop myself against the edge, letting my fingers trail down my throat, lingering between the sides of my open blouse.
‘You’re a fucking tease,’ he says on a deep chuckle, twisting his hand around the head of his dick. Not that I can see exactly—his trousers abandoned, he’s still wearing his tight boxer briefs, his hand holding the outline of his hardness as he flexes into his palm.
‘Says the man with his cock in his hand.’ The beautiful man. Tanned under the lighting, his legs planted wide.
‘Babe, talk dirty to me.’
‘I thought you were the expert?’
‘Fuck,’ he hisses tightening the fabric over the outline of his substantial erection, displaying for me and the camera both girth and length. ‘You know what I’m imagining? You. Naked. Squirming and soaking wet.’
‘Is that the best you’ve got?’ My retort is without conviction as he straightens his cock, pulling out the head to rest against his toned stomach. ‘You’re on your hands and knees with your pussy glistening and ready for me.’ Despite my retort, I think I might moan a little, especially as he licks the tips of his fingers and rubs saliva over the head until it’s shining and wet. ‘I want to spank you until your arse gleams red and suck on your pussy until you scream.’
I gasp, blood turning molten in my veins.
‘Give me your underwear, duchess,’ he demands.
He rubs and squeezes his thick head, groaning as though he’s in the best kind of pain, the muscles of his abs contracting as though suffering through a solid workout.
