“Move, Daddy,” she demanded as she grabbed his hips and tried to push them where she wanted them.
“When did you become so bossy?” he asked as he settled his lower body a little heavier on hers.
He had to hide a smirk when she took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Please move, Daddy?”
“Better,” Drake said.
Easing back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, he paused for a few seconds before slowly sliding forward again. Though he knew time was passing and they needed to get up and prepare for the day, he kept his movements slow and easy.
Lacy wiggled under him, and kept her eyes on his. “More, Daddy. Please fuck me hard.”
With her begging words, his brain flipped off and his body took over. Each stroke was faster and with more power than the one before. When he could see she was struggling to fly over the edge, he reached between their hips and stroked a single fingertip over her clit.
And that ignited her orgasm. With a cry, she arched up, bowing her body up from the bed as every muscle drew tight. It took two more strokes before his hips thrust deeper than before and his orgasm rocketed through him.
When his body finally relaxed and reconnected with his brain, he slipped an arm under her back and logrolled them so she was sprawled across his chest. Then he simply lay breathing and savoring the feel of her weight on his.
Their breathing slowed and he was fully relaxed and nearly asleep when the alarm on his phone rang out with a rooster’s crow. Lacy jerked and lifted her head, looking around.
“What’s that?”
Drake reached over and picked up his phone.
“It’s the second and final wake-up and get out of bed alarm. Time to rise and shine and get this day started.”
Once the phone was silent, Drake rose from the bed, still holding her in his arms. He carried her with him to the bathroom and set her down on the toilet. “Go pee while I turn on the water. We’ll take a quick shower and get ready for the day. We should have just enough time for breakfast before we need to meet the others for this morning’s photo sessions.”
Lacy looked up at him with an expression of awe. “You’re so smart, Daddy. I never thought about setting two alarms.”
Leaning down, Drake brushed a kiss on her lips. “That’s why I’m the Daddy and you’re my babygirl.”
Chapter 14
Lacy pulled her camera away from her face and frowned at the trio standing in front of her. They were supposed to be a sexy triad, but the woman clearly was not interested in playing her part. She flirted with the camera, but not with the men who held her between them. The men, on the other hand, had so much energy arcing between them that she was turned on just taking the pictures.
“Candace, can you step out and let’s just have Drake and Bobby looking out the window together,” Lacy said before lifting her camera again.
The men moved into position with Bobby snuggled up behind Drake and immediately all conversation in the lobby stopped.
“Yes, that’s great. Bobby can you lean your head in and rest your forehead on his shoulder. Great. Drake, part the curtains and then lean back just a bit more. Yes, perfect.”
She captured a dozen more pictures as the shirtless men followed her directions, making minute moves and expression changes on their own.
They were perfect together and she could not wait to see them on her computer.
“All right, Drake can you turn and face Bobby and be all lovey-dovey,” she said with a giggle. “You know what I mean.”
Though Candace was supposedly an old hand at modeling, Lacy was surprised at how much direction she’d needed. The men, on the other hand, had each worked with a half-dozen photographers and needed little direction from her. She would block the scene and give them a mood and instantly they smoldered, making Candace look good, even though she seemed more like a wooden doll, especially when it came to expressions.
She was surprised no other photographer had thought to put these two men together. They were of similar height, but Bobby was heavier, more of a bear Daddy than Drake, while Drake had more silver in his hair and beard. They looked hot together.
As she shot another dozen shots of the men together, she could feel the heat building between them.
“Wow, that’s sexy,” a woman commented behind her as she passed through the lobby. “Can’t wait to see them on a cover.”
Lacy finally thought she had enough. She was also getting hungry. She looked around for Sandy South, the author who had requested she take pictures of all three together for an upcoming book. Approaching her, she said, “What do you think?”
Sandy nodded. “You’ve got a good eye. I can’t wait to see the contact sheet. I know I’m going to want one of that last pose with just the two men. They’re smoking together.”
