Eli made another low, needy sound, but he moved one hand to slide his cock over before lifting his arms so they elongated his body. “Not quite, Brat. Try again.”
I shouldn’t have. He wasn’t mine. He’d made that clear.
A whimper broke free. “Please, show me what you want. Please.”
The words were the most erotic thing I’d ever heard him say. Fuck. I shouldn’t. But I couldn’t stop myself. Maybe if he was really mine, and I’d known it wouldn’t be the only chance I might have had, I could’ve fought it.
Standing, I stretched out over his body, letting my fingers trail over his beautiful skin. Each of the models was different, but Eli’s body was smooth; even the hair under his arms had been removed, and it gave him an even more complex look. The hard planes of muscles, the smooth skin, the obvious masculinity of his cock, the feminine panties that wrapped around it…everything about him was an enigma.
I could feel his body quiver and hear his ragged breathing as I drew closer to his hard length. His body wasn’t a surprise to me. I’d seen him naked too many times not to know him, but I’d never gotten the chance to explore him. One fleeting touch wouldn’t be enough, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
Sliding my fingers under the panties, I wrapped them around his erection. He gave a low moan, and his legs started to shake. “Don’t move. I want you just like this.”
Giving him several slow strokes, I loved the little sounds he made. Soft skin was wrapped over steel and I could feel the pulse of his need in his cock. He would come if I teased him too long, and that wasn’t what I wanted.
Not yet, at least.
Pulling my hand away reluctantly, I let my fingers drag up his body again, that time circling around his nipples and plucking at them to keep them hard. His dick was outlined against the lace, hidden but giving teasing glimpses of what must lie below the lace.
But it was the head of his cock that peeked out of the panties as it mirrored the position of his leg that would pull people into the picture. When he was shaking and so close I could almost see his orgasm being forced back by sheer will alone, I sat on my heels, finally moving my hand from his body to take the picture I knew would be one of the most perfect photographs I’d ever taken.
He was right on the edge of orgasm. It was clear in every sound and in the strength that held his body in check. “You want to come, don’t you? It’s going to show in every picture. That need captured for all time.”
Another whimper escaped and his muscles started to shake again, precum dripping from his slit. “Please let me come. Please let me come.”
Fuck.
“You’ve been so good. Is that what you want as a reward?” Finally setting the camera down, I reached back to him and started teasing at his nipples.
Eli gasped out a plea I took to mean yes and nodded his head but didn’t move his body. Giving one nub a pinch, I made a low tisking sound. “I need words, sexy boy. I need to hear it.”
Squeezing his other nipple, because from his spanking I knew how much the pain would pull him even closer to his orgasm, I waited for him to figure out what he wanted. He shook and moaned, eyes squeezed shut, but he finally found the words to beg. “Touch me, please. Please touch me again. It was so...and I need…Please touch my cock and make me come.”
Moving just enough that both hands could reach him easily, I kept one teasing at his nipples, and I let the other start sliding down his body. I wanted to take the time to explore every inch of his body, but neither of us could wait. He was desperate, and I needed to see how incredible he would look caught up in his orgasm as the pleasure rolled through him.
Shoving the lace down, I finally freed his cock and wrapped my fingers around him. Lube would have been better, but his cock was slick with precum, and Eli whined and arched up into my hand. “You have to wait until I’m ready. I let you have a reward, so you need to be patient until I let you come.”
The little sounds and words that tumbled out didn’t really show me if he understood what I’d said or not, but that didn’t matter. If I got to punish him for being naughty, that would make it even hotter.
Jerking him off fast and almost rough, I loved the needy pleas that tumbled out of him, and the sexy little noises that made my cock jerk. I couldn’t remember ever being as hard as I was in that moment, but it wasn’t really about me. It was for Eli.
When he was frantic and my patience was gone, I gave him one last stroke and pressed my thumb against the head of his sensitive dick. “Now!”
He exploded, cum shot out, and it was like fireworks were exploding in him. The force and passion were indescribable. As he shook and pleasure wailed out of him, I watched and teased at his length, keeping his orgasm going as long as I could.
When he finally fell back against the platform and I released his cock, I waited to see what he would say. Had it gone too far? Was he regretting what had happened?
As he opened his eyes, he looked around and sat up. “Well, Preston’s going to be pissed. We can’t use most of those shots on the site at all.”
What the hell?
“That’s the first thing you fuckin’ say?” Standing up, I felt anger roll through me. “I’m not one of your goddamned johns that’s here to just jerk you off!”
Maybe it wasn’t the best response, but who in the hell brings up another man after sex?
Eli’s voice rang out, and his anger echoed through the building. “You started this shit! All we needed to do was to get the damned photos done, but now we’ve got pictures that are more porn than I can post on the site!”
Maybe it was his anger, maybe it was my shock at how things had changed so fast, or maybe it was calling the most perfect photos I’d taken porn, but I snapped. “Well, that’s all you’re good for! A real model wouldn’t have leaned over and waved his ass around like a two-bit stripper looking for a dollar bill!”
