She bit her lip, feeling a little silly at what she was proposing. “If you don’t want to do this—”
“No, I do.” He moved back toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist, dragging her body against him. “I just thought we’d be doing more mud and dirt and tough guy stuff.”
Her shyness was threatening to take over, and Elise stared at his chest, her fingertips resting on his pectorals. “I had an idea for something . . . softer. More sensual. Some candlelight, things like that. I want to see if I can get the light to play off your skin just right.”
“Whatever you want,” Rome murmured. “Do I need to get naked?”
She giggled, feeling a bit girlish and silly. “Actually, I don’t need you totally naked. Just topless. And it can wait until after pizza.”
“Sounds good to me.” He leaned in and kissed her mouth gently again. “You lead, I’ll follow.”
Elise smiled and slid out of his grasp, then headed over to the far side of the salon, where the barber chair was pushed over to the side. The pizza box sat atop it, and the other chairs in the salon were covered with equipment that had been moved out of the way. She considered the seating. “Let me clear off one of these chairs.”
“Don’t bother,” Rome told her. He sat down in the barber chair and dragged her toward him, pulling her into his lap. “Best seat in the house.”
His thighs were hard underneath her butt, and she felt strange perching in his lap. “Am I going to be too heavy for you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, anchoring her against him. “This way I get your sweet ass rubbing up against me while I eat. It’s the best of both worlds.”
She wanted to roll her eyes at his playful words, but she opened the box of pizza, balancing it in one hand and offering him a slice with the other. He took it, and she grabbed a slice for herself, and they ate in relative silence. Elise felt weird and awkward sitting on his lap and staring ahead while she ate.
He devoured another two slices while she picked at her one, and then downed a soda. When they’d both eaten, he wrapped both his arms around her and began to push her hair over one shoulder, lightly kissing her neck.
She squirmed against him, all eating forgotten.
“You miss me?” he whispered in a husky voice.
“It’s only been two days,” she said in a shaky voice. Thing was, she had missed him. Or at least daydreamed about him constantly. Maybe that was the same thing.
“Thinking about the other night when we were watching the movie?” His hands rubbed up and down her sides in a soft, teasing motion.
“I don’t think we did much watching of the movie.”
“I can’t say I missed it.”
She couldn’t say that she did, either. Even now, she could feel the warmth of his body against hers, and her nipples were aching. She felt him growing erect against her ass, and pulled herself reluctantly out of his embrace. If she got all distracted, she’d never get this photoshoot done, and she wanted to concentrate. “Yes, well.” She struggled to think of something to say, flustered. Eventually, she went back to work-related things. “You ready to get this started?”
“Ready if you are,” he said, and got to his feet also. He pulled his black T-shirt off in a quick, fluid motion that took her breath away to watch, and then he was all bared skin and tattoos. “Where do you want me?”
On the floor, over me, her mind thought, and she swallowed the nervous giggle rising in her throat. God, she was just turning into the biggest horndog, wasn’t she? “Come with me,” she told him.
He shifted in place. “Will it be weird for you if I take off my jeans? I think I’m losing circulation.”
This time, the laugh escaped. “Go right ahead.”
He gave her a boyish grin and undid his pants, and, okay, she watched him move, his fingers dragging the zipper down and then pulling his pants to his thighs. Everything he did seemed full of sensuality, and when he stood in front of her in nothing but his cloth boxers, his cock making them stiff and tented in the front, she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at the sight.
Was it bad that she really, really wanted to touch him at the moment? Forget all about the photo shoot and just touch him? But then she’d feel like she dragged him here under false pretenses.
“All right,” she said, taking a deep breath to get control of herself. “Follow me.”
She led him to the center of the floor, to the stool that sat amidst the draped fabric, and moved it, then gestured that he should stand where she indicated. “I wanted to do some of the shots seated, and some standing, but I think we’ll start with standing.” She’d wanted to do them seated to make him more at ease, but the thought of him seated and those boxers pulling taut over his cock was distracting her. Really, she was just changing her mind all over the place.
“All right,” Rome said, and stood where she pointed, his hands on his hips. “What now?”
“Now we work on the lighting,” she said. “You just stay there.” She hurried over and picked up a long-handled lighter, and began to light the candles one by one.
As she leaned over, he brushed a hand on her ass, startling her. “This is pretty.”
She jumped, startled, and gasped. “Don’t do that when I have an open flame near all this fabric.”
He laughed. “Sorry. Just in case, is there a fire extinguisher anywhere?”
She pointed primly at the opposite wall, where a red extinguisher was propped. “We’d better not need it.”
“That’s what I’m hoping,” he said, but he didn’t grab her again, and she was almost disappointed.
No, she was disappointed. But she’d pushed him away, so it was her own fault. She finished lighting the two dozen candles and reviewed her work, then nodded. “That looks good. I’m going to turn the lights off now.”
“I’ll stay right here,” he said, pointing at his spot and grinning at her.
That grin made her nervous and all flustered again, but she smiled back at him, then hurried over to flick the lights off.
The effect of the candlelight was nice. She’d set up the candles so the light would flicker at different levels, and it gave a soft, shadowy glow to everything. She wanted that contrast of light and shadow to go with his muscles and his tattoos. But it wasn’t quite perfect, so she wanted more.
“Don’t think I’m weird for this next part, okay?”
Rome gave her a wary look. “You’re not going to ask me to dress up like a unicorn or anything, are you?”
Elise laughed. “Nothing like that. But the entire concept I’m going for is light and shadow on skin, so I want to make sure it’s noticeable.” And she moved to the side of the room and picked up a tiny bottle of baby oil and demonstrated it to him.
He looked surprised. “You’re going to grease me up?”
“Well, actually, I thought you could—”
He shook his head, interrupting her train of thought before she even finished it. “Oh no. If we’re doing this, you’re the one who’s putting that stuff on me. Consider it payment for all this cheap modeling you’re getting.”
She shrugged, pretending nonchalance. “I can do that.” She flicked the cap off and squirted a fair amount into her hand, and then began to rub her hands together to warm the oil.
His eyes gleamed as she held her hands out to him, and he stepped a bit closer to her. “Go ahead,” he dared.
With his gaze bearing down on her, Elise suddenly felt shy. Hesitantly, she put her fingertips on his chest and marveled again at how warm he was.
He inhaled at her touch, long and slow. “That feels good.”
It did, didn’t it? She was fascinated by touching him. Instead of spreading the oil around in a brisk, businesslike manner, she traced her fingertips up and down his body, feeling the muscles under his skin and loving the way he felt.
Rome groaned, his breathing becoming ragged. “How is it that you’re able to drive me so crazy with such a small t
ouch, Elise?” His voice was a low murmur in her ear.
She didn’t know; her own heart was pounding with desire, her pulse frantically thumping as she skimmed her hands over his pectorals, then pressed her palms to them, covering more skin. Touching him was an addiction, and she was so, so glad that he’d suggested she do this. She was getting aroused. Heck, she had already been aroused, but this just made it all the more evident, the heat pooling between her legs.
“How’s it looking?” he whispered into her ear, and she shivered at the huskiness in his tone.
She smoothed her hands up and down his arms—big, muscular arms—to spread the oil, and then tried to study him from an unbiased point of view. But all she saw was candlelight gleaming on big, tanned muscles and black lines of tattoos bisecting bronze skin.
As she watched, he adjusted himself, his cock tenting the front of his boxers. He looked huge and stiff, even through the clothing.
Elise looked up at Rome and her breath caught. There on his face, that was the look she was trying to capture. That sexy, “come hither and let me fuck you” expression. For a moment, excitement overwhelmed her desire and she grabbed a nearby towel to clean her hands off. “Hold that expression.”
“What,” he murmured. “The ‘my cock is rock hard at the moment’ expression?”
“That’s the one,” she agreed, heading back to pick up her camera. She pulled off the lens cap and focused, and groaned with how perfect the shot was. “Oh my god, Rome. You’re so breathtaking.”
“Yeah?” His voice was husky with need.
She pressed her thighs together as she began to take pictures, the shutter clicking and whirring a mile a minute as she took photo after photo. “Can you . . . can you pose for me? Maybe flex a little?” He did, and for the next few moments, she directed him in a variety of poses. He turned his back, he raised an arm over his head, anything she asked.
But after a few moments, she began to lose his expression again. She needed to see that soft, fuckable look in his eyes. She bit her lip, thinking. “Rome . . .”
“Hmm?” His hand slid down his oiled belly, creating a fascinating play of light and shadow that momentarily distracted her.
“Are you . . . are you still thinking dirty thoughts about me?”
His eyeslids grew hooded again, immediately. “I am now.”
She continued to snap photos, fascinated by his face, his eyes. “What did you have in mind?”
“Kinda thinking about dragging you down onto these sheets and eating the hell out of your pussy, just to see if I can make you squirt again.”
Her breath caught, and her fingers shook on the camera for a moment. The man just licked his lips. A whimper escaped her throat as she visualized that. “Here?” she breathed.
“We’re alone here, aren’t we?”
“We are.” They were so very alone.
“And you said you wanted some life experience.”
She continued to take pictures, closing in on his beautiful mouth and that soft, sexy look in his eyes. The man was oozing sex at the moment. She couldn’t wait to see how these pictures turned out.
“I think my eating your pussy would be a great experience for you,” he murmured, his hand gliding over one oily arm, and she panned out to capture that motion. “Just bury my face in there and lick you for hours on end. You ever thought about that?”
His voice was so delicious and sensual that it was rolling over her like a wave. She was having a hard time concentrating. It wasn’t just his voice or the mental image of him doing that to her; it was everything. And suddenly, she was tired of taking photos. She wanted to touch him again.
She needed to touch him. A mental image flashed through her mind and her breath caught. Did she have enough courage to do that?
God, she wanted to so badly. Steeling herself, Elise set the camera down on a nearby table and picked up the oil again. She bit her lip, and then looked over at him, all gleaming and beautiful in the candlelight. “I think we need a bit more oil.”
“I think you’re just using it as an excuse to put your hands on me,” he said, even as she squirted more into her palms.
He wasn’t wrong about that. “Maybe I like touching you.”
Rome chuckled. “You don’t hear me complaining.”
She moved to his side again and stepped close, drinking in the sight and scent of him. Her hands stole to his stomach and she pressed them there, then glanced up at him.
His eyes were shadows in the candlelight, but she knew his gaze was completely, utterly fixed on her. Her breath catching in her throat again, Elise slid her slick, oily hands down into the waist of his boxers, her eyes locked on his.
Rome groaned, his entire body stiffening in response.
Startled, her first reaction was to jerk away and apologize. But his hands went to her shoulders, holding her in place, and she realized he didn’t want to push her away; he was groaning from pleasure. Of course he was. She was just being a silly goose.
She could feel crisp hair against her fingers, and she wrapped her hands around the hard length of his cock. This was her first time to touch him there—to touch any man there. She was surprised at how hard he was, and how much heat he gave off. Her fingers curled around the circumference of his cock, and she gave it a light squeeze, testing his girth. “You’re big.”
“You’re flattering,” he said, strain in his voice. He leaned forward, and his mouth brushed against hers. “And god damn, but your hands feel amazing.”
“Do they?” Her breath caught at his pleasure, and she ran her fingers up and down his length, wishing that his boxers weren’t in the way. The head of his cock was wet with fluid—his pre-cum. She wanted to taste it, but her hands were oily. She’d taste it some other time, then. Her mouth brushed over his again, and she told him, “I want to stroke you off.”
Rome groaned again. “Do you?”
“Can I?” Daring greatly, she curled her hands around his length again and pumped once.
His breath hissed. “Your hands feel amazing.”
Did they? She stroked up and down his length again, testing. The angle she was standing at didn’t make it easy, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was his reaction to her touch, and Rome’s eyes were near-closed in ecstasy.
And she loved that.
Elise stroked him again, letting her slippery palms do the work as she moved back and forth in a slow, gliding motion.
His mouth moved to capture hers, and the kiss he gave her was erratic and frantic, even as he bucked his hips against her, pushing her hands up and down his length. That excited her, and she moved faster, watching his reactions.
“Tighten your hand,” he told her, his voice hoarse. His own hands went to her hair and he buried them there, his mouth moving against her jaw, her throat, as if he wanted to kiss and touch her, but her hands were distracting him too much.
She liked that.
Elise tightened her hand around him and stroked harder. “Like that?” She was rewarded with a groan and another pump of his hips.
His hand dragged down to cover hers, big and strong. To her surprise, he tightened her grip around him and then began to work himself, using her hand. Fascinated and turned on, Elise let him lead, watching his face as he closed his eyes, strain etched on every line of his face. Faster and harder, he worked her hand on his cock, and then with a low groan in his throat, he came. Hot, sticky threads of semen covered the inside of his boxers and got on her hands. Still, he continued to stroke her hand over him, wringing out every last bit of his orgasm.
Then, he slowly came to himself again, looked at her with those delicious, hooded eyes, and leaned in and kissed her.
“Did I do okay?” she asked shyly, dragging her hand out of his. It was messy and covered in baby oil, but she was utterly entranced by what they’d just done.
“Hell, yes,” he murmured, and his tongue swiped over her mouth. “And I’m going to eat your pussy as soon as we clean up.”
Her br
eath caught in her throat. “I—I didn’t— You don’t have to—”
“I know,” he told her. “But I want to. Are you wet for me?”
She nodded, entranced by the blue of his eyes.
“Did touching me turn you on?”
Oh god, yes, it had. “Yes.”
“Then let me do the same for you. You think it won’t give me pleasure?”
Her breath shuddered in her throat at the thought. “But . . .”
He stilled. “Or, wait. Did you need to take more pictures?”
She shook her head.
“No? Good. Because I can’t wait to get between your legs.” He pressed another hard kiss to her mouth and dragged his boxers off, then used them to wipe the come off of his cock, and then her hands.
And Elise couldn’t help but stare.
It was the first time she’d been able to get a really good look at it. Last time, he’d kept his clothing on for her. But now, with the candlelight, she got to see everything.
His penis was big and thick, which didn’t surprise her, since she’d felt that herself. The rounded head was a dusky, darker color, and a thick vein ran along the length of him. His balls hung underneath the shaft, and his groin was covered with a fine layer of dark hair, which was startling to see, as he only had the barest amount of chest hair and hair on his stomach, and most of that around his belly button.
He was beautiful, though. And raw with masculinity. And she couldn’t stop staring. He’d come, but he was still erect, still big. Did that mean he could come again? She wanted to ask, but he was dragging her against him, his hands going to the waist of her jeans.
Rome pressed a kiss to her neck. “You going to undress for me?”
She thought about the candlelight, and how he’d see her hips, slightly off, her back a little rounded, and she stiffened, panic lacing through her. “I . . . I don’t know . . .”
“Shhh,” he murmured, and stroked an oily hand through her hair. He grabbed a handful of it and used it to drag her mouth toward his, then slowly, deliberately kissed her until she was breathless and distracted. “Maybe we just take these pants off, hmm? You can keep your top if it’ll make you feel better, though I’d love to see those pretty breasts.”
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