Dirty Shots

by Marissa Farrar

  She tried to push all thoughts of her parents—her father, in particular—to the back of her mind. Yet, despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help wondering if she was doing all of this to spite him. Though she told herself she was the one in control of her life now, and she would do what she wanted without being emotionally blackmailed by her father, the thought of him never wanting to see her again saddened her. But there was nothing more she could do. She had two choices—censor herself to please her parents, or live her life to its full potential.

  Anya couldn’t imagine living a single day with the first option.

  She applied a final slick of gloss to her lips, gave her hair another fluff, and then wrapped herself in her robe. She’d decided wearing a robe and being naked underneath would be less intimate than if she actually needed to undress herself in front of Logan. At least this way she could just whip off the robe and be done.

  The buzzer for the front door rang, and her heart leapt into her throat. Shit. He was here.

  “You okay in there, baby?” Eric called out. “I think Logan’s here.”

  She forced her voice to be bright. “Coming.”

  By the time she made it out of the bathroom, Eric was already opening the door to Logan.

  He stepped into the apartment, a wide smile on his tanned, handsome face, showing off those straight white teeth. He pushed his blond waves back with one hand while his blue gaze met with hers.

  “Hey, Anya.”

  “Hey,” she said, smiling back. Butterflies danced around her stomach.

  Logan lifted the other hand which held a paper bag wrapped around a bottle. “I figured we could do with some fizz.”

  Eric took the bottle from him. “We’d already come to that same conclusion. I just opened a bottle of Dom Perignon.”

  Anya noticed the three glasses sitting on the kitchen island. Golden bubbles rose and popped to the surface. Eric placed the new bottle in the refrigerator, and then handed each of them one of the glasses he’d already poured.

  Logan’s gaze flicked to the pile of boxes and bags still unpacked by the front door. “Are you moving out?” he asked Eric.

  Eric smiled and slipped his arm around Anya’s waist. “Nah, Anya is moving in here. It seemed crazy to have all her stuff somewhere else when she’s spending all her time here.”

  “Wow, that’s fast.”

  Eric handed him a glass. “Yeah, but it feels right, you know? Life is for living. There’s no point in hanging around.”

  “Well, congrats,” he said, lifting his glass in a toast. “And here’s to a great shoot.”

  Eric clinked his glass to each of theirs. “Hear, hear.”

  Anya took a sip, the bubbles bursting in the back of her nose. She took another, larger gulp, wanting the alcohol to take off the edge.

  Logan turned his attention to her. He really was crazily good looking, not in the classic, sophisticated way Eric was, but in more of an easy going way.

  “So I hope you’re not feeling too put out by Eric wanting to do this shoot,” he said.

  She blinked. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I’m sure you could think of better things to do than have my hands all over you all afternoon.”

  She risked a smile. “It’s okay. It’s not such a bad way to spend my time.”

  He turned to Eric. “So, what’s the plan?”

  “I suggest some artistic nude shots, initially. I want you both to feel at ease with each other’s bodies before we move on to anything more erotic. How does that sound?”

  Logan seemed completely unfazed. “Sure, sounds good.”

  Anya realized she’d already finished her glass of champagne. The nerves had made her drink too quickly.

  Eric walked over to the floor to ceiling windows and closed the blinds, secluding them in their own, private space. “Most of these images will be in black and white,” he explained, “so getting the correct lighting is vital.”

  She felt he was explaining this to her, as a student, rather than Logan who probably already knew everything there was to know about art.

  Eric positioned a couple of objects around the studio area—a large, cushioned stool, a velvet blanket on the floor. “Ready when you are.”

  Logan began to strip, pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing perfect abdominal muscles, a narrow waist, and broad shoulders. His chest was completely smooth, and she wondered if it was naturally like that or if he waxed. His skin was a light tan, and as he toed off his shoes and socks, and started to unbuckle the belt on his jeans, she found she had to glance away.

  You’re being stupid, she told herself. If you can’t even look at him, how the hell are you going to model with him?

  She forced herself to look. Logan stood, completely naked. Well-muscled thighs were covered in a down of soft golden hair. Another line of blond hair ran down from his navel to the thick thatch of curls above his cock. She never thought Logan would be anything but well-hung, but even when it wasn’t erect, his cock was still a sight to behold. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like fully erect—chances were she wouldn’t need to imagine.

  “Right,” said Eric, moving to stand behind his camera. “Let’s get started.”

  This was her moment. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, but fired a little now on the champagne and the sight of Logan’s naked body, she slipped the silky robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

  Both men’s eyes were on her, and she sucked in her stomach an extra inch and pushed out her tits. Just being naked in a room with two men was enough to turn her on. Her nipples were rock hard and her clit throbbed with a pleasurable pulse. Strangely, she felt better now she was naked, as if the hard part had been done. She walked over to the space Eric had prepared, joining Logan.

  He smiled at her and she noted the cleft in his chin and the way his hair fell slightly over his face. Though he was gorgeous, he didn’t seem intimidating. Logan held out his hand to her, and she took it.

  “That’s it,” said Eric, snapping off some shots. “Just face each other for the moment. Logan, reach out and touch Anya’s cheek.”

  He did so, his warm fingers touching her right above her jaw line.

  “No, with the other hand,” Eric called out. “You’re blocking the shot like that.”

  Logan laughed and switched hands, and Anya couldn’t help but laugh with him. Instantly, she felt more relaxed.

  “That’s great. You both look stunning. Now, Anya, can you turn around and put your back against Logan’s chest? Logan, reach around and cup Anya’s breasts.”

  Her heart picked up its pace, her breathing growing faster. But she did as Eric had instructed, glancing over at him to make sure it was all right. He nodded encouragingly. Logan stepped in, his hands wrapping around her body. The heat of his chest and stomach pressed against her back, and she knew the exact spot his cock was positioned by the firmness pressing into the base of her spine. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitized nipples, and her breath stuttered in her chest.

  “It’s okay,” Logan whispered in her ear. “This is supposed to be hot.”

  His erection grew bigger, digging into her lower back. What would Eric say? But he must have known this would happen.

  And it was hot. She was crazily turned on, and could barely believe they’d only just gotten started. She’d be whimpering, fingering herself, and begging someone to fuck her before the shoot was finished.

  “Anya, move your arm up so your hand is wrapped around the back of Logan’s head, as if you’re pulling him down to get him to kiss your neck. Logan, reach down, toward Anya’s pussy.”

  The fact Eric was telling them to do these things somehow made her even hotter. Logan reached down, his big hands sliding tantalizingly down her flat stomach to create a V, his fingers stopping to rest on the small mound of pubic hair she left unshaved. She longed for him to go lower, to push his fingers inside her while Eric photographed them. She thought she m
ight lose her mind she was so horny.

  She started to get a feel for the shoot, bending her knee and placing the sole of her foot against Logan’s leg. They moved their hand positions, growing more comfortable with each other’s bodies.

  “Okay, you guys ready for something a bit more intimate?” said Eric.

  That they could do something more intimate made her head spin.

  “Logan, can you take a seat on the stool?” asked Eric. “Anya, I want you to straddle him.” Anya noticed his voice had grown gravelly, the same way it did when he was aroused. Automatically, she glanced down at his crotch. Though partially hidden by the angle he held the camera while he gave them directions, she could spot the tell-tale bulge in his pants.

  But for once, it wasn’t Eric’s erection that held her attention.

  Logan took a seat on the large, cushioned stool. He sat with his legs spread, leaning back with his palms flat on the stool’s surface behind him. The position displayed his body perfectly, the tension in his arms making the muscles in his forearms pop, his biceps bulge. His abdominals were lightly tensed, his thighs thick. Protruding from the thatch of blond hair was one of the biggest cocks she’d ever seen. It stood proud, curling gently inward toward his stomach. Logan appeared completely confident to having a full boner in front of his friend and his friend’s girlfriend, and he just sat there, grinning at Eric and Anya.

  What the hell does Eric expect me to do with that?

  She glanced back over at Eric, but he only smiled at her. “It’s okay, Anya,” he said softly. “We all want this.”

  And she did. Her palms tingled with her desire to wrap her fingers around Logan’s thick, hard length. She wanted to feel the wonder of his girth in her palm. Bend her face to him, inhale his scent and take his cock in her mouth. But for the moment, she needed to do what Eric told her to. This was about his photographs, not just her insatiable pleasure.

  “Straddle Logan, Anya,” Eric said again, this time with force to his tone. He wasn’t asking her to do this anymore, he was telling her, and she didn’t intend on disobeying.

  She approached the blond god, and he reached out a hand to help her get into position. She climbed onto the stool, with her knees either side of Logan, then sat back on her haunches, so her naked bottom pressed against Logan’s muscular thighs. His long, erect cock was now only inches from her, and the position had spread both her legs and her pussy lips. She wondered if he could see how turned on she was, if she had left her cream glistening on the inside of her thighs. Could he see how swollen her clit and vulva were? Could he smell her, even? Yes, she thought he must be able to, as she caught the musk of her arousal on the air between them. Her breasts were only inches from Logan’s chest now, her nipples pointed nubs.

  Eric snapped off a couple of shots. “Move closer, Anya. Don’t be afraid of him.”

  “I won’t bite,” Logan said with a wicked smile. “Unless you ask me to.”

  She couldn’t help but smile back. She wriggled closer and her pussy made contact with the stem of Logan’s cock. The contact instantly sent fire racing through her body and she inhaled, trying to stop a groan of pleasure issuing from her lips. He was so hard and thick, the perfect antidote to her soft, wet pussy.

  Logan’s hands slipped around to cup her bottom and he pulled her even closer. Unable to help herself, she lifted herself up slightly, rocking her hips to grind her slit against his length. Logan’s lips parted, his breath ragged, his blue eyes growing hooded with lust, though they never left her face.

  “That’s awesome, guys,” came Eric’s voice. “You have no idea how hot you both look right now.” She glanced back to see Eric’s hand pressing on the front of his pants, applying pressure to his now full-blown erection. Taking faith that Eric was as turned on as she was, she allowed herself to grind even harder, moving faster now as she creamed against Logan’s shaft. His hands on her ass lifted her higher, until her pussy almost hovered above his dick. All it would take was a slight adjustment of her hips and she would slide his length right inside her.

  “Lean back, Anya,” Eric said. “Logan, touch Anya’s tits again.”

  She did as she was told, arching her back, her hair almost tickling Logan’s shins while his hands cupped her breasts again, his fingers pinching her nipples.

  “I want to get some close ups now, guys,” Eric said. “Here’s what I want. I want close ups of Eric’s teeth biting your nipples. I want his cock positioned right at your slit, and then some shots as he pushes inside you, if that’s okay with both of you.”

  She glanced almost shyly at Logan, but he just gave her a smile and a slight nod. It was okay with him.

  “Anya, put your feet on the stool behind Logan and spread your legs as much as you can. Eric, can you lift her slightly, and hold her so your cock is right at her entrance.”

  They complied as Eric requested, and Anya found herself in the position she’d been fantasizing about only moments before.

  Eric moved closer and took a number of close-up shots from different positions. “Okay,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You can enter her now.”

  Anya couldn’t help herself. As Logan lifted her slightly and she moved her hips, Logan’s bulbous head pushed between her pussy lips and breached her entrance. He pushed deeper, his fingers digging hard into the flesh of her ass.

  “Not too far,” Eric warned. “I still want the shots.”

  With almost painful slowness, Logan paused, allowing Eric to take more photographs. As soon as Eric said ‘okay,’ Logan gave a groan and sank deeper. She put her arms around his neck, forgetting Eric watching them for the briefest of moments while the sensation of having Logan deep inside her took over. She wanted to come, desperately wanted to come, but then she remembered they were fucking for Eric, not for themselves. But her orgasm was building, a tightening between her thighs, coiling low in her belly.

  Eric’s hand on her naked shoulder made her pause.

  “Wait, guys. We have more to do.”

  “Fuck, Eric, no,” Logan spat between gritted teeth. “I don’t know if I can stop.” He continued to thrust into her, even as Eric spoke.

  “Not yet, Logan. Trust me. It’ll be good for all of us. I promise.”

  “Ah, shit.”

  Logan stopped, his teeth clenched. He held Anya still on his lap, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock jerking inside her. She wondered if he’d come already. She knew she’d been close, but then Logan lifted her up, pulling his still fully hard erection from her body, and she knew he hadn’t. Her cream slicked his cock in a milky fluid, the head purple and swollen, the slit open.

  She wanted to taste herself on him.

  Without waiting for Eric’s instruction, she crawled backward off the stool. Her cunt throbbed, but the proximity of her orgasm began to retreat. She leaned forward and parted her lips. Logan looked down at her, his blond hair falling into his face. But she didn’t look at Logan. Instead, she cast her eyes to Eric, waiting for his nod of approval. She got it, but she didn’t take her eyes off his face. It was his expression she watched as she took Logan’s cock in her mouth and ran her tongue around the smooth, hot bell-end. The combination of her own musky cream and his salty pre-cum coated her tongue and she dropped lower, taking him deeper and applying a swirl of her tongue and a little more suction. She watched Eric the whole time. He’d forgotten to take any more photographs.

  “You’re gonna make me come, Anya,” Logan warned.

  She let his dick pop from between her lips and smiled. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

  “Anya, get onto all fours,” Eric demanded. “Logan, get behind her.”

  They both did as Eric instructed, Anya dropping to her hands and knees to crawl onto the velvety throw Eric had already placed on the floor. Logan was right behind her and his knees nudged her legs farther apart and, a moment later, his cock nudged her entrance again.

  Logan pushed his hips forward, inching his length into her body, stretching her around him.
Anya hung her head as he entered her, her fingers grasping the throw beneath them.

  She was barely aware of Eric moving around them, snapping his photographs. The world around her had vanished, and the only thing she could focus on was the feeling of this huge cock inside her. Her breathing grew shallow as the sensations in her body took over. Everything felt so intense, and she wanted to cling to her pleasure, not wanting to orgasm yet. But having two men’s eyes on her was almost too much to handle.

  Logan started to pull out and then drove back in, gently at first, but then his movements grew faster and harder until he was ramming her hard.

  Anya’s head swam with pleasure. She reached beneath her body and flicked her clit. The sweet, pleasurable pain of Logan’s cock driving deep meant her orgasm was so close. She wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer.

  “Oh, God,” she cried. “I’m coming.” Her orgasm powered over her, wiping all rational thought from her mind. Her vision blacked out at the edges, and she let out a cry that was somewhere close to a scream.

  “Ah, fuck,” Logan groaned. He quickly pulled out of her body, and hot cum splattered down across her lower back and buttocks.

  Eric was quick with the camera, taking the shots of their comedown, bodies heaving, cum cooling on her skin.

  Eric threw down the camera and went to Anya. Logan shuffled back, pushing his hair out of his face, the strands damp with sweat, his body glistening. With a couple of swift moves, Eric unbuttoned his pants, and revealed his huge erection.

  He reached down and flipped Anya over, onto her back. “Now it’s my turn,” he told her.

  She reached for him. She understood the reason he needed to take her now, and it wasn’t just that he was probably so horny he thought he might explode. No, Eric was claiming her, erasing Logan from her body, as much as he could even while his cum still dried on her skin, and her pussy throbbing from the invasion.

  “You’re mine,” he breathed against her ear, as he pushed hard into her, his hips smashing against her pubic bone.

  She gasped. “I’m yours.”

  Logan sat back on his haunches, getting his breath back and watching.