His finger skimmed down my neck and stopped right on my Adam’s apple. He glanced up. “Have you?”
“I don’t take pictures of people.”
“Interesting.” His gaze wandered back to his finger as he moved it over to my other ear. “You’d think I’d done it before, but this is actually my first time.” He bit his lip and settled his eyes on mine again. “Although I have to admit, it turns me on quite a lot.”
With a sudden urgency, he leaned in, pressing his mouth against mine. I braced myself against the door, careful not to make any noise that could be heard downstairs, but the warmth of his lips made me quickly toss those worries aside. His palm slid over my shoulder, down my arm to my ass, checking out the prize he was about to claim. I placed my fingers right on his bulge, feeling up the hard sensation hiding underneath the fabric.
He released his mouth from mine, glancing down at my hand. “That’s a man of my taste,” he whispered and brought his mouth to my ear, breathing into it before licking over my earlobe and down my neck. “Wanna do it right here? Or move somewhere where I can find out how loudly you can moan?”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not a noisy guy.”
“Challenge accepted.”
I nodded toward the door on the other side of the living room, and he stepped aside to let me lead the way. I walked into the bedroom and stopped a few steps short of the queen-size bed in the middle of the room. The gray blanket still hung neatly over the edges. I had made it in a rush five minutes earlier. A pack of condoms and some lube waited on the nightstand already. Preparation was everything, after all.
“One last question,” Theo asked behind me. “Would you mind if I took some pictures while we fucked?”
“That’s a hard no.” Heat rushed to my head as I turned to face him. “I’m not joking.”
“It’s fine. Relax. That’s why I’m asking first. I’m happy to just show you a good time. But I wanted to take a chance. It’s not like I have someone this sexy in front of me every day.”
“You sure have a way with words.”
“Just speaking the truth here.” He let his coat slide off his shoulders and drop to the floor. “Just so you know, if you want to take any pictures of me, feel free. I’d just like a copy.”
“No cameras.”
“We’ll see about that.” He grinned, glancing down to his prominent bulge as if he were certain that once I saw his cock, I would change my mind.
Even if I were the one taking pictures of him—which I would honestly love to do, because he certainly was someone I wanted to remember—they still wouldn’t turn out well. I’m just not good at photographing people. It’s embarrassing to admit, butevery time I tried, the pictures turned out worse than what any amateur could do with a smartphone. But that’s something I could never admit to another photographer, especially not now.
He lifted his shirt off his chest, revealing a firm, slim body covered in a dusting of hair running from his nipples down over his stomach and into his pants.
“This is the most I can do on my own,” he teased me, pushing his hips forward. “I think you have to help me with the rest.”
“That I’m happy to do.” I knelt in front of him, my hands rushing to his belt. The buckle came off easily, as did the upper button. I pulled the zipper down, and instead of underwear, his hard dick sprang forth, right into my face. It was firm, probably the straightest dick I’ve ever seen, and at least as long as my entire face. His balls hung close and were neatly shaved, except for a few short hairs that had likely just grown back.
“Wow.”
“Still sure you don’t want to take any pictures?” he asked.
“Are you, like, an exhibitionist?”
“No. I’m just curious to see which part of me you’d focus on.” His right hand crawled to his dick, wrapping around the shaft and pulling it up, to present his balls to me. “Would it be my nuts?” He brushed his thumb over his shaft, holding his dick only by the tip. “My shaft?” He pushed his dick down to show me his slightly red glans. “The tip?” He let go of his cock entirely, letting it flop onto my face.
His musky scent made my mouth water. I let his dick just rest there and didn’t move, just enjoying the feeling of his skin on mine.
His fingers trailed over his chest. “Would you focus on the view from down there?” He brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it. “Or on the fact that I’m not wearing any underwear?” His hand rushed down to my face again. “Since this is exactly what I wanted to do when I first saw you earlier, I’ll let you inon a secret.” The thumb that had just been on his tongue dug into my lower lip, pulling my mouth open as the tip of his finger sneaked inside. “I wasn’t wearing any underwear during the shoot either.”
I closed my eyes. His words flooded my mind with images from the photo shoot—too many to keep my eyes open. I tried to figure out if I could have noticed what he just told me. What stood out to me even more, though, was the fact that he had just confirmed that he had the same dirty thoughts during the shooting as I did.
His thumb slipped forward, probing my tongue, my teeth, and the inside of my cheek.
“Open wide,” he said, pulling his finger out and holding my chin like he wanted to make sure I followed orders, andfuck?—
I couldn’t resist giving in to his command. His presence was even more overwhelming now than it had been at the gallery earlier, making me want to give myself entirely to him. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and stuck out my tongue, awaiting his dick as a reward. His thumb dug into my chin a little deeper, tilting my head slightly.
“What a nice view,” he said. This was probably what he would have taken a picture of if I’d allowed cameras.
