by Meghan Quinn
“Fuck, Solo. What are you doing to me?” I asked, as my fingers started to work in and out of her. Her pelvis moved with my rhythm, making her moan into the bench. Never did I think the beautiful, yet slightly geeky girl, would have a wild side. She had me by the balls.
My pace quickened and so did hers. I watched, mesmerized as her rhythm took over, and I just held my hand still as she rode my fingers while writhing against the bench. I was hard as a rock, and if I didn’t take care of business soon, I would be ruining my pants in two seconds.
I pulled away, making her cry in disapproval, but I didn’t give her much time to be mad at me, because with one quick movement, I gripped her hips, propped them up and slammed into her.
“Oh, my God!” she screamed.
My thoughts exactly, as I got lost in the warmth that sheathed me. This was exactly where I wanted to be, buried deep in Solo, claiming her as mine. From the moment I saw her, I knew I wanted her. There was no doubt about it, and now that I had her as mine, there was no way in hell I would be letting go.
I pumped feverishly into her like a mad man, not resting until I found release. Solo cried out as I found a steady rhythm, her moans only adding to the need that was raging through my body, which was overtaking all the control I had left.
“I’m going to come,” she cried out, as her pussy grabbed ahold of my cock and started convulsing around me.
“Christ,” I mumbled, as my head flew back and my hips pounded into her until my toes felt like they were floating. My balls tightened, letting me know that my release was upon me. “Ah, Fuck!”
In an instant, I shot every last ounce of passion I had for the woman in my arms until there was nothing left inside of me.
Once my thrusts slowed down and I finally caught my breath, I reached around Solo and untied her. I grabbed ahold of her body and brought her over to the bed, where I could lay next to her and allow her to cuddle into my side, a feeling I had instantly become addicted to.
I rubbed her back up and down and kissed her temple, while she rested her head against my chest. This right here was what I craved, moments where I could soak in every last inch of this woman in my arms. There wasn’t anything I didn’t like about her, even her quirky dads; she was perfection in my eyes.
“Thank you for giving me a chance, Solo. I know it wasn’t easy for you.”
“It was easy falling for you,” she said, as she kissed my chest. “I’m just, cautious, that’s all.”
“Did you get your heart broken?” I asked, wondering why she was so against dating models.
“Yes,” she said without skipping a beat. “By a douche who I would rather not talk about; he’s in the past. I have my standards and boundaries, and then you came along and messed everything up,” she laughed.
“Oh, I’m sorry, should I leave?” I asked, pretending to get up.
“Stop,” she laughed. “Get out of this bed and you’ll get your nipples pinched.”
“Well, damn, if I knew you were into pinching nipples, I would never have gotten in bed.” I tried to get up again, but this time, she swung her leg over me and straddled my body. Her naked self looked down at me and smiled, hot fucking damn was she hot.
“You just love playing games, don’t you?”
“I’m a bit of a drama queen in that aspect; hope that’s alright,” I teased.
“Believe me, I’m used to dealing with a drama queen; you met Daddy Thad.”
I laughed and said with a high-pitched voice, “That man is fabulous.”
Solo quirked an eyebrow at me and then threw her head back and laughed a full guttural laugh. She waved her hand in front of her face and said, “For the love of God, please don’t ever do that again.”
“Are you trying to tell me I can’t pull off gay?”
“No, not at all.”
She ran her hands up my chest and cradled my face as she leaned forward. Her breasts danced across my chest, awakening my cock once again. She kissed my lips and looked into my eyes. At that moment, I knew she was mine for the taking, so I rolled her over and pinned her against the bed.
“I’m done fucking you, muffin; now I’m going to make love to you.”
Her smile lit up the room as she pulled my head down to hers. I couldn’t ask for anything else.
Chapter Twenty
Solo
“Yes, Dad. He is a Teeg Model,” I said to Daddy Thad, who just had to call me the next day to follow up on his intrusion.
“Baby girl, you know I love you, but I don’t want you to get your heart hurt again.”
“I know, Dad, and I appreciate your concern. Believe me, I had the same worry, but Adam is different. He’s not like the other guys I’ve met. He’s sweet and we have a lot in common.”
“I could tell he was a sweet guy; I just want you to be cautious.”
“I am,” I assured him. “By the way, when did you stop knocking?”
“We wanted a surprise,” he said, with mirth in his voice.
“Well, you sure as hell got one.”
“Yes, we did. I must say, honey, besides the model thing being a factor, Adam is quite the catch. We were given an eye-full, and we have to say, you’re one lucky girl.”
“Dad, please. Can you not discuss Adam’s penis with me?”
The minute I said Adam’s penis, the owner of said penis walked into the studio with his eyebrow quirked at me and that lonesome dimple sticking out. A sigh escaped me as he walked closer; he was too good to be true.
“I was just congratulating you, honey. He is quite the catch and such a charmer. Your dad and I could not stop talking about that little dimple of his. Does he really like Harrison Ford?”
Adam sat on the edge of my desk, facing me, and taking my hand in his. “Yes, Dad. He really likes Harrison Ford.”
Adam’s face beamed with amusement as he listened in on my conversation. I knew Adam and my dads got along, but by the look of how everything was transpiring, they were going to be best friends in no time, which was concerning. I didn’t need the two most important men in my life ganging up on me with someone who I could see in my near future.
“Thank God. We weren’t sure if he was just saying that. Anyway, he is a lovely boy, just be careful, and if that boy breaks your heart, tell him the gay mafia will be on his ass faster than the Millennium Falcon.”
I laughed and shook my head. “What is the gay mafia? When did that start?”
“Don’t you worry about that, baby girl. Leave the dirty work to your dads.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I said, while Adam ran his thumb over the back of my hand.
“But you love me.”
“I do. I’ll talk to you later, Dad.”
“Love you, baby girl, and tell Adam we said hi.”
Hanging up the phone and setting it on my desk, I took a deep breath and then looked up at Adam, who was looking handsome as ever.
“Hey,” I said shyly.
“Hey, muffin. You look adorable.”
I looked down at my Smurf shirt and jeans and gave him an “are you serious” look. “Nothing new here.”
He pulled me up from my chair and situated me between his legs. His hands fell to my hips and he pressed his forehead against mine.
“You’re always adorable, muffin.”
“You know you’re getting laid tonight; you don’t have to suck up to me.”
Acting shocked and pulling away he said, “How dare you think I live in sin. Not an upstanding man like me.”
“Oh, okay,” I laughed. “This coming from the man who showed me his ‘helicopter’ this morning in the shower,” I said, using air quotes.
Chuckling, he responded, “That’s hard to do. Women think it’s a swivel of the hips and you’re good to go, but it’s not that easy. It’s all about getting the right motion.”
He started moving his hips to demonstrate, but I stopped him and shook my head.
“You’re demonstration this morning was good enough.”
“You sure? I can whip it out right now…”
“Not necessary.” I got up on my tippy toes and pressed a kiss against his mouth. He sighed and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in closer. I made this gorgeous man sigh, how was that even possible?
I pulled away and smiled up at him. “Hi.”
He smiled back down at me. “Hi, muffin. How much time do we have?”
The front door slammed, letting us know Zia was here, so I reluctantly pulled away and said, “None, apparently.”
“You owe me more kisses,” he said quietly.
“I don’t owe you anything,” I said with a smirk.
“Solo, meet me in my office with Axel,” Zia called out, as she charged back to her office.
“Shit, she seems mad,” Adam said with concern. “Do you think the pictures didn’t come out okay? I can’t lose this job, Solo.”
My heart beat hard for him from the worry that was etched all over his face. I placed my hand on his chest and rubbed it to soothe the tension that was gathering fast.
“Nothing is wrong; she’s always like that. Your photo shoot went great. I know she wants to look over the photos, so let’s go see them,” I said, while rubbing my hands together.
“You’re such a horn dog,” he smiled.
“I am not!”
He walked off toward Zia’s office, and I chased after him. I pinched his ass, which made him grab it and eye me with shock. Without giving him a chance to retaliate, I ran off to Zia’s office.
When I arrived, she was sitting at her desk, looking at her computer with her glasses on and thoroughly examining whatever was on the screen. My heart sank as I thought about what she was so entranced with; it could only be one thing: Adam.
Adam walked in after me and closed the door. Zia looked up at us and told us to sit down. She took her glasses off and folded her hands in front of her. Why did I feel like I was about to hear something I really didn’t want to hear?
Zia licked her lips and looked straight at Adam. “You’re my new main man. I had my doubts when Meryl picked you, but she has proven to have good taste.”
Turning her computer screen toward us, Zia revealed a picture from Adam’s erotic photo shoot.
The picture was beyond carnal to look at, as water cascaded down Adam’s chest in black and white. His hair was slicked back and his head was pressed against the rock with a look of pure pleasure gracing his face. One of his hands was pressed behind him and the other was pulling down on his briefs, riding dangerously low. But what really gathered my attention was his erection that was pushed to the side and rode the same line as his waistband. The water-soaked briefs clung to every inch of him, revealing that perfect cock of his that I’ve grown to love in a short amount of time.
Oh my fuck!
I could feel my pussy start to throb just from the sight of the picture and knowing what those hands of his could do, what the real length of his cock could amount to, and what that slick skin felt like to touch, to have hover over you. My body heated from my thoughts and I could feel my heart start to hammer in my chest at the thought of every woman out there seeing the same thing I was seeing. It was almost too much to handle while sitting in front of my boss, but I acted like a professional, swallowed the saliva that was building up in my mouth, and smiled.
“Wow, amazing picture, Zia.”
“Thank you,” she said with pride. “I couldn’t be happier, and neither could the company who requested this photo shoot. They want more, and I want to shoot more. Are you up for it?”
Adam looked shell-shocked as he took in his picture. He ran his hand through his hair, and he said, “Don’t you think it’s a little revealing?”
I wanted to kiss him, to thank him for seeing the same thing I did. He wasn’t giddy over how hot he looked or how amazing his abs reflected through the water, no, he was concerned about showing too much. I knew he was different.
“That’s the point of an erotic shoot, Axel.” I cringed from Zia using Adam’s “model” name; it was so not him. “You signed up for this.”
“I know, I know. I guess I just wasn’t prepared to see my penis on display right away.”
“Well, get used to it because the ladies love it.”
“What are you talking about?” both Adam and I said in unison.
Smiling, Zia turned the computer back toward her and clicked around. “I took the initiative of loading a picture of Adam on a testing website, to see what everyone thought, and let’s just say he’s had multiple marriage proposals.”
My body tensed as I started to get upset. “I thought I was in charge of all social media,” I said like a brat.
“You are, Solo. This is different, something photographers use to help each other out. I wanted to get their opinion. Looks like we have found ourselves a gem. Now, how are we doing on Facebook and Instagram? Have you been posting pictures?”
“Well, I took one picture…”
“One?” Zia asked sternly and then looked at me. “Solo, I need you to make sure that he is posting at least every other day. We need to keep him relevant. He’s a fresh face that we need everyone to see. People look forward to seeing pictures of our models.”
“I’m sorry, Zia. I’ll be sure to schedule selfie taking time into his schedule.”
“Don’t blame her,” Adam stepped in, like the sweet man that he was. “It’s my fault. I’ll work harder. I’m just new at this, and taking pictures of myself is harder than I thought. I’m not really good at being into myself, I guess.”
“Well, get into it, Axel. Your career is about to take off, and I need you on board. Got it?”
“Yes,” Adam said meekly.
“Good. Now, Solo, I need you to clear his schedule; I need a lot of studio time with him. I have some book covers I need to take pictures for and some upcoming calendar shoots. Axel would be perfect for them, especially that baseball series. The author wants to revamp her covers, and I think the set of abs on Axel will be downright sexy on the cover.”
“I’ll get right on it. He only has workouts scheduled for now, which we can easily work around.”
“Thank you. I was thinking about taking Axel to Vegas as well for some appearances with me, you know, show him off a bit. Can you look into some flights?”
I gulped, big time, because I knew what Vegas trips with Zia turned into; they were drunken fuck parties. The guys would always come home and talk about how wasted they got and then what kind of sexual fantasies Zia fulfilled. She was a good businesswoman and an amazing photographer, but a slut when it came to men.
“I can do that,” I responded, avoiding eye contact with everyone and typing in my phone. “Any particular time?”
“Nothing right now; I still want to develop his brand, but in the next month or so would be good. Look up different appearances and events that are happening; you’re always good at planning these outings.” She turned her attention to Adam and smiled devilishly at him. “I hope you’re ready for the whirlwind your life is about to become, Axel. Every woman with a beating heart is going to want you as theirs.”
That was exactly what I was afraid of.
Like the good guy Adam was, he just nodded his head and got up from his seat. I finished typing in my phone, making notes for myself, and then followed behind him.
“Oh, Solo,” Zia called out, causing me to turn to face her. “Make sure he’s posting his selfies; we really need to capitalize on that and make him the profile picture on our Facebook page. I want to make sure everyone knows who Axel James is.”
“Got it,” I said with a fake smile, and then walked out of the office.
That entire meeting reminded me exactly why I didn’t date models, especially Teeg Models, because Zia only cared about two things, herself and her business. If she knew Adam and I were a couple, I highly doubt she would back off her sexy glances and innuendos. It was who she was.
With a deflated heart, I walked back to my desk and started getting to work, changing profile pictur
es and cover photos, and letting every woman out there see the man that I’d claimed as mine. It was gut wrenching, having to put his photo out there, a photo that should be personal between him and me, but there was nothing I could do about it. He was a Teeg model now.
As I was looking through the photos Zia sent me for possible covers, I felt him come up behind me. His hands rested on my shoulders and his head bent down to my ear, to talk to me intimately.
“What time will you be home tonight?”
“Probably six tonight.”
“Can I make you dinner?” he kissed the side of my cheek, making me sigh.
“Adam…”
“Don’t,” he whispered in my ear. “Please don’t let that meeting get to you, Solo. What goes on with my professional life does not affect what we have between us. Don’t give up because of a speed bump.”
He was right; I had to be stronger. I was actually stronger than I was acting; I’d just lost my strength along the way. I had to trust in the fact that Adam cared for me, that he liked me, and that he was sweet; he wouldn’t hurt me.
“I’m sorry,” I shook my head. “It was just a little much for me back there. I’ll get better.”
He kissed my temple and spoke softly. “I have no clue what any of this promoting stuff is, and frankly, I don’t care. What I care about is getting paid and spending time with you. Anything else that comes along is not important to me, even Zia.”
Hearing her name come from his lips was a little bitter to hear, but I had to remember what he said. She didn’t matter to him.
“But, she’s so beautiful,” I added, testing the waters.
“She’s a bitch with a power complex, who just so happens to be good at taking pictures. She is bile on a gas station floor compared to you, muffin.”
“Gross,” I laughed.
“It’s true. Now, tell me what you want for dinner.”
Thankful for his change of subject, I thought about it for a second and said, “Spaghetti?”
He cringed and patted his stomach, “Your gluten-filled eating habits are going to give me love handles.”