His camera hung around his neck, forgotten. “I’d say it does. You look magnificent, Liberty.”
I turned around, sticking my ass out a little. “What about the back? I couldn’t get a good look for myself, I’m not sure if it looks right.”
I looked back over my shoulder with the most sultry look I could muster.
This is fun. I should tease men like this more often!
Stephen’s eyes burned a hole in my backside. “Careful, Liberty. I only have so much control.”
I slapped my ass gently to make it bounce around. “Maybe I’m trying to see if I can break your control.”
Before he could do anything, I ran to the couch and jumped on it.
“Now, how do you want me?”
He shook his head slowly, mouth widening into a grin. “You’re something, you know that Liberty? How about you lie on your stomach like that. Keep your legs in the air and cross your ankles.”
The camera snapped repeatedly as Stephen walked around me. He directed me to change positions often, and I set my body in the most sultry pose I could manage, playing with Stephen and the camera as much as I could.
“Yes, excellent, Liberty. Just like that. Put your hand on your side and tilt your head a little. Little more… perfect.”
Showing my body off was getting me hot. I wanted more. Needed more.
Stephen had me on my back, one knee in the air and the other leg straight as I reclined back and let my hair fall like a curtain off the edge of the couch. He came in close to take a few pictures from a foot away. There was a definite bulge in his pants, and the sight of it snapped something within me.
“Stephen, I want you.”
I didn’t want for a response, grabbing his arm and pulling him close.
He didn’t bother answering me.
He set aside the camera in an instant, and then Stephen was on top of me, pressing my body into the soft cushions of the sofa as his mouth claimed mine.
His body ran along my full length, his clothing contrasted with my near nakedness. His knee pushed my legs apart, and his groin came into contact with mine through the layers of clothes. He ground against me, and I wrapped my legs around him to draw him closer.
I moaned into his mouth at the sensation as my hands worked underneath his sweater and shirt to lift the annoying fabric separating us. He broke our kiss long enough to shrug it off, tossing it to the side before pressing the hot skin of his chest against my lace-covered breasts. The wide expanse of his bare chest was as impressive as I’d imagined.
He lowered his mouth to my neck, making me gasp. “Oh, fuck yes, Stephen.” My hands gripped his hair as I held him there. His lips and tongue on my skin felt incredible—hot and wet and wanting.
Strong hands wrapped around my back and pulled me up off the couch. Stephen sat back on the sofa with me in his lap. I ran my hands down his well-built chest and abs, taking in his fit body as I straddled him.
The change in position had freed Stephen’s hands from the duty of keeping him upright, and he took full advantage. Within seconds my bra disappeared, freeing my breasts from their lace prison and exposing them to his eyes.
“I’ve wanted to see these from the night we met,” he said as his fingers traced up my ribs and circled the perky globes, large for my small frame.
“You can do more than see them,” I shot back as I ground myself against him.
He groaned and brought his mouth to my right nipple, gently squeezing the flesh and caressing it as he sucked on the sensitive skin. The stimulation sent a burst of pleasure through me and fed the hunger growing within me. After Stephen finished laving the other aureola with the same attention I pushed him back against the couch.
“Stay there,” I told him as I shifted off his lap, sliding down his body until my knees were on the floor by his feet.
I opened his jeans, but before I pulled them down I put my face near his lap and looked up at him, teasing him with how close I came to his manhood. I pulled the denim slowly down his legs, unwrapping my present.
“No underwear, huh?” I asked him with a smile. “Less work for me.”
I wrapped my hand around his erect shaft and hefted it, feeling its weight. It was impressive but not scary in size. Perfect.
I tested it with my tongue, watching his face as I flicked up the ultra smooth skin to the tip. Stephen’s eyes rolled back as I sucked on the end of his cock, swirling my tongue around the head. His breathing grew heavy, which encouraged me in my quest as I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth.
“That feels amazing,” he said, eyes rolled back. He made sexy groaning sounds as I continued and twitched when I did something he liked.
His hips moved up and down in sync with my motions, and I could tell he was getting close. I sped up my efforts, trying to bring him to the point of no return.
“Hey,” Stephen said as he grabbed me by my shoulders and lifted. “I don’t want to come just yet.”
He leaned forward, and we kissed deeply, tongues sparring as our passions rose even further. Blowing Stephen had gotten me worked up, soaking the classy designer panties.
Stephen picked me up in his strong arms and laid me back on the sofa, taking my place kneeling on the floor. Tingles on my skin followed his fingertips as they flitted along my thighs, tracing a path to my panty-clad pussy but veering away before they got there.
He bit the side of my calf, the unexpected shock making me giggle. “Wow. I don’t know if anyone’s ever done that before, that felt weird.”
Stephen held my eyes as he slowly bit me again, this time sending a pulse through my nerves and straight to my core. I couldn’t help but kick my leg a little in response, but he held onto the limb as though he expected it.
He took his time exploring my feet and legs, making his way to my inner thighs before starting back at my toes.
It was difficult to focus through the maelstrom of pent-up energy and arousal waiting to be released. Stephen continued to tease me, taunt me as he touched me everywhere but where I wanted him to the most. When he kissed the crease where my thigh met my hip, I buried my hands in his hair and tried to force his head against me.
“Uh uh, not yet,” he said. He grabbed my hands and held them by the wrists, preventing me from doing anything. He pinned them to the couch above my head and kissed me deeply. “You aren’t ready yet.”
“You could have fooled me,” I said, frustrated but so turned on. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this ready.”
Stephen let go of my hands but stared at me, and I knew what that look meant. I kept my hands where they were as if bound.
With a light touch, he slid the expensive designer lace down my legs and off. He settled down between my thighs once more, licking and nipping my skin so close I could feel his breath across my wet pussy.
“Please, Stephen. I need to feel your mouth on me. I want it so bad. Please.” I begged, trying to get him to succumb to my words and give me what I needed.
The look he gave me from between my legs was pure devil. “That’s all I wanted, to hear you beg me for it.”
His mouth closed on my hot flesh, and my eyes rolled back into my head from the pleasure he created in me. With long, slow licks up the length of my slit, he stirred the passions inside of me to the point of overflowing. I’d been on the edge, teased for so long I was ready to blow almost instantly.
“Oh, God, yes, Stephen. Don’t stop that, keep going.” A moan morphed into a scream as he kept up the pressure. My hips bucked against him as my muscles spasmed from the wave that swamped me.
He stayed where he was while I came down from the climax, tongue gentle against my sensitive clit. Once I’d finished, he leaned over to his discarded jeans and pulled out a foil packet.
I watched him put the condom on in a daze, floating in the pleasant aftermath of my orgasm and eager to continue. Tremors still took my body here and there, making my legs shake while Stephen lined himself up with my entrance.
He pushed into
me, taking it slow and easy as he waited for me to adjust to his size. It felt incredible, the slow slide of his hard tool deep within me. Soon his hips came to rest against my own as he seated himself to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I breathed. His lips found mine, forming another connection between us. Our bodies pressed together, joining as fully as possible as he moved his hips, withdrawing almost all the way before sinking back inside.
We built a rhythm. I moved my hips in time with his thrusts, welcoming him in every time. The sweet friction of our bodies created sparks of pleasure and threatened to send me into another blistering climax.
Just before I got there, Stephen withdrew. Before I could get disappointed, he picked me up and set me on my feet beside the couch. Our mouths met in a deep and passionate kiss that ended when he turned me toward the sofa.
“You want me like this?” I asked as I bent over from the waist, keeping my legs straight as I put my hands on the arm of the couch.
“It’s like you read my mind,” he said, unable to take his eyes from where I was bent over on display for him. “You are gorgeous.”
His hands settled on my hips as he sunk into me once more. Warmup over, we quickly built into a fast pace. I thrust myself back against his hips, driving him deeper inside of me, hitting a special spot I’d never felt stimulated before.
I gripped the arm of the sofa as hard as I could to hold myself upright. The deep and steady thrusting pushed me up the slope to another huge peak. Just as I was about to come, Stephen leaned over my back and snaked a hand underneath me to rub small circles over my clit.
“Oh my God!” I bit my lip to cope with the sensation as it rose around me. His other hand settled on my breast, squeezing and rolling the nipple between his fingertips, another assault on my senses.
His pace quickened, and when my legs gave way and I had to rest my knees on the armrest and lean further over the sofa he followed me down, continuing to thrust as my muscles spasmed around his cock.
Stephen’s groans grew louder and more frequent, a base undertone to my own loud noises. “Damn, Liberty, I’m about to come.”
He spanked my ass, the pain rippling through my body and morphing into pleasure before he sunk deep within me and stilled. I could feel the pulses as he filled the condom with his seed.
One more time his arms wrapped around me and picked me up as if I weighed nothing, carrying me away from the studio and toward the bedrooms. He put me down on the king sized bed in the palatial master bedroom and lay beside me, nuzzling my neck.
“Care to spend the night? We still have a lot of shots to do, and I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind if every outfit you modeled ended like that.”
Tiredness pulled on my eyelids, but the thought of more amazing sex was enough to rouse me. “I think I could manage that.”
I pulled him in for a lazy, satisfied kiss.
“And you stayed there the whole night?”
“The entire time. We barely slept, it was incredible.”
Lacy shook her head, eyes wide. “Damn girl, I can’t believe you found yourself such an incredible sugar daddy.”
“Lacy!” I retorted. “He is not my sugar daddy. Stephen is a great guy and a gentleman, and we had fantastic sex. And he happens to be rich, but that’s not why I’m spending time with him.”
“Sure it’s not,” she winked at me. “But it’s a nice coincidence.”
I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. I’d hardly had any sleep at all, but I was running on such an emotional high from the sleepless night at Stephen’s apartment I felt I could conquer the world. The head shots had turned out great, and the lingerie photoshoot was the best set of pictures ever taken of me. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked—it almost felt like they were of another person.
Doubt nagged at the corner of my mind. Was I only spending time with Stephen because of the things I could get from him? Was it his money and his network I valued, or the connection I thought we shared?
“It’s not like I’ll quit my job and stop hunting for modeling work,” I said. “Besides, we haven’t even had an official date. He’s walked me home from work one time, and then we had the photoshoot.”
Lacy rolled her eyes. “Some of us haven’t gotten laid in months, Liberty. You can’t say it’s not a date if you went to his place and boned all night.”
“Can’t I? Well, it doesn’t matter. He’s taking me out tomorrow, so it looks like he isn’t just using me for sex.” The worry nagged me until he’d asked—once I’d slept with him would he abandon me? He didn’t seem like that type of guy, but some men had so much practice pretending to care it was impossible to tell if it was all a facade.
“Ooh, where’s he taking you?”
“I don’t know yet, he’ll come and meet me at my building. Other than that it’s a surprise.”
“Surprise date? With a billionaire? I bet he’ll fly you to Paris just for dinner. Do you think he has a private jet?” Lacy stared into the distance, lost in a fantasy about a man she hadn’t even met yet.
I laughed. “Jesus, Lacy, it’s not about the money, okay? I mean, his place is huge and so nice, but I feel he’s not flashy with his money. He acted a little weird when I asked him about it, said he only just got it.”
“Inheritance, maybe?” Lacy asked. “If he was self-made you’d think there would be more about him on Google.” I’d told her about the lack of search results for Stephen.
“I guess so. I didn’t come out and ask but it sounds like his parents aren’t around any more. Something’s weird though—it sounds like he had no idea the money was coming, so he couldn’t have grown up rich.”
Silence reigned as we turned our attention toward lunch and mulled it over.
What would happen if Stephen and I turned into an item? It would be so hard to keep my focus on making a name for myself if I didn’t need to.
Modeling wasn’t a long-term career. If I found myself in a relationship for a few years and then we broke up, I would be in an even worse position than I was now. Skipping college may have been a mistake, but I couldn’t picture myself doing anything that required advanced education.
There wouldn’t be much out there for me except for waitressing. And it would be impossible to make a name for myself and leave an impact on the world the way I wanted to with modeling.
The introspection had solidified my intentions. No matter what happened between Stephen and I, my career would come first.
“I won’t turn into a kept woman.”
Lacy looked up from her salad and stared at me. “Huh?”
It took a moment to realize I had said it out loud. “I’m just saying, there’s no way I’ll ever let myself become dependent on another person, whether it’s Stephen or someone else. I never want to live off someone’s generosity or goodwill.”
“Speak for yourself,” Lacy said. “That’s my dream. Can you imagine how amazing it would be to be a trophy wife to a billionaire? I’m so jealous of your opportunity, girl. You could literally do nothing but work out and tan in exotic locations most of the year if you play your cards right.”
The thought had a certain appeal, but with my newfound insight it made me wary more than it made me wet.
“I’m not saying that wouldn’t be great, Lace, but it seems like a waste of life, you know? We have one shot at it, and I want to make it count.”
Lacy wasn’t a girl into philosophical talk about the meaning of life, so the conversation drifted to other less heavy topics while we finished lunch. There wasn’t anyone in my life who I could have those sorts of talks with.
Maybe Stephen if we keep seeing each other.
If I planned to become a top supermodel and make my mark on the world, I’d have to work my ass off to get there. And that meant taking advantage of every opportunity, even the ones I’d rather turn down because of how they came about.
When I got home I pulled a business card out of the drawer I’d thrown it into. “Paul Goldsmith,” I read. �
��Hedge Fund manager at GLP Capital.”
Luckily I hadn’t run into Paul at Dorgo’s since the day he’d given me the business card, and the thought of voluntarily hearing his voice filled me with dread.
Come on Liberty, toughen up. You need to take advantage of every opportunity you can.
The line rang three times before it picked up.
“Goldsmith. Who is this?”
“Hi. This is Liberty, the waitress from Dorgo’s. You said to call you about setting up a photoshoot.”
“Ah, Liberty.” His voice teased my name like he owned it. Goosebumps rose on the back of my neck at the sound and I fought off a shiver. “Yes, I’ve got a few contacts who would be more than willing to make use of your looks.”
The words and the way he said them felt slimy, but I gritted my teeth and ignored it. “How do you want to do this? Do you have a number I can reach them at? Is there an office I can drop in to?”
“Don’t worry about all that, I’ll make sure everything’s set up,” Paul said. “I’ll talk with my friends and then I’ll get someone to call you back at this number with the details for the shoot. They’ll make you a star.”
“Can you at least tell me which designer and photographer I’ll be working with?”
“I’m afraid not,” he said. “I won’t know who it will be until I make a few calls. Don’t worry about a thing, it’ll be taken care of.”
The line went dead.
“Hello?” I stared at the phone. “Seriously?”
It was such a pain dealing with entitled assholes. Their time was always more valuable than everyone else’s, and they made sure everyone knew it in the most aggravating way possible.
Well, I guess there’s nothing more I can do with that avenue. It didn’t sound like Paul had anything lined up like he claimed.
I had to hope Stephen’s friend Denise liked the shoot we did with her collection and wanted more from me. With that shoot and the new head shots in my portfolio, it was time to make the rounds of the agencies again, trying to find more work or, if I was lucky, get a contract.
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