Dirty Shots (7 page)

He caught her hands and lifted them out from her sides so he could study her. “You look amazing, but you know you’re going to have to lose the underwear.”

The effort she’d made embarrassed her. “Of course, I know that.”

“Allow me.”

Suddenly, she no longer cared about being self-conscious.

He reached around so his arms laced behind her back, his fingers finding the catch of her bra. The motion brought him close to her, her mouth and nose against his throat, her senses swamped in him. With a deft movement, he unclipped the bra and removed it with one hand, dropping it to the floor beside her. Instantly, her nipples responded, tightening at the cool air and the proximity to Eric. Her breath was shallow and fast, her breasts lifting and falling with every gasp.

His eyes raked down her body. “God, you’re beautiful.”

He hooked his thumbs into her panties and slowly rolled them down her thighs, crouching as he did so. She used his shoulder to balance, and stepped out of them. He was still on his knees, his mouth aligned with the little puff of blonde hair she allowed to remain on her mound when she got a wax. His breath heated her sensitive skin, and her shallow breathing became one long inhale as he leaned forward and placed his lips against her lower ones.

Automatically, Anya reached down, her hand lacing in his soft, thick hair. Her eyes squeezed shut as his probing tongue pushed against her folds, licking slowly up and down, opening her to him. His tongue flicked her clit, sending sparks racing through her, and she gave a little whimper.

“Oh, Eric.”

She stood in nothing but her heels. Eric fully dressed in a dark shirt and slacks. He made her feel so wanton. His hands slipped around to clasp her bottom, one cheek in each hand, pulling her closer to his mouth. His tongue delved deep, and her legs began to tremble.

Then he pulled away.

Anya let out an involuntary groan. “No, don’t stop.”

He looked up at her, his mouth slick with her juices, and smiled. “We’re supposed to be working.”

“You’re too cruel.”

Eric got to his feet. “Nah, I’m just getting started.”

She had a sudden urge to taste herself on his mouth. She slid her arm around his neck and pressed herself to him, her breasts crushing against the material of his shirt, the buttons leaving small imprints on her skin. Her mouth found his and she lapped gently at his tongue, tasting her own musky desire. His hands traced light lines on her back, running from her shoulder blades to the dimples at the bottom of her spine. Then he went lower, fingertips dipping between the cleft of her buttocks, to brush gently over her asshole.

She shivered in a mixture of desire and anticipation.

He broke the kiss. “Are you ready for this?” he murmured against her mouth.

She nodded against him.

From the back pocket of his pants, he pulled out the silver vessel. With it, he also removed a small cylinder of lubricant. He held out his palm to her, showing her the two objects. “You’re going to want me to use the lube,” he said. “Trust me.”

“I do.” Her voice came out hoarse, ragged in her throat. Every muscle in her body was taut with anticipation. She was frightened of the pain. She was frightened of letting Eric down.

“Go down on all fours,” he told her.

She did as he told her. She was still wearing her shoes, the heel a three inch stiletto, slender straps around her ankles holding the shoes to her feet. If she sat back, the points of the stilettos would dig into the fleshy part of her bottom. She suspected Eric would like that.

Eric’s hands kept up movement across her body, a steady relaxing flow, smoothing from her shoulders, down her back, and to her bottom. She arched against him like a cat, part of her having to resist the urge to purr in pleasure. They hadn’t even gotten started yet.

One of his hands left her, and she heard the crack of a lid opening. “It’s going to be cold,” he warned her. Not trusting herself to speak, Anya simply nodded again.

His finger ran down the crack of her ass, pausing to apply pressure to her anus. She stiffened, and the cold gel dribbled onto the sensitive spot. She gave a little gasp, tensing further, but as her skin began to warm the gel, and Eric renewed his attention on her body, her shoulders dropped. A slow breath exhaled from deep in her lungs.

“Relax, baby,” he murmured. “This will be easy as long as you don’t tense up.”

That’s like telling someone not to look down
.

She’d had his finger before, but she thought it might have only been his pinky. Now he used his index finger to massage the lubricant into her ass. Just the touch on the outside was enough to send her heady with arousal, and she closed her eyes to focus. Her pussy quivered, wishing it had something to clench against.

Could I come like this? From anal penetration alone?

He slipped his finger inside her ass, and Anya gasped. She felt him stretch her, a strange combination of pleasure and pain. Her fingers clutched at the paper beneath her, pulling it up into little rifts, like a crinkly bed sheet.

His voice came from over her shoulder as he kneeled behind her. “Is this okay?”

“Oh, yes,” she managed.

He worked her, loosening the tight muscle until he was able to thrust his finger in and out of her ass with ease. “Think you can take another one?”

She was panting now, barley able to speak. But she nodded. An orgasm was so close, her pussy begging to be touched, her clit swollen and unsatisfied. She knew just a little pressure against the sensitive nub would send her over the edge.

Eric’s other hand had been placed against her lower back, but now it lifted and she felt more lubricant squirt onto her skin. She wished he would put it on his hand first to warm it up, but with one of his hands busy, his finger embedded in her ass, it would be a difficult maneuver to pull off.

He eased a second finger into her ass, the slight sting of pain as her back passage widened to allow him in making her hiss air in over her teeth. He paused. “Still okay?”

“Yes,” she managed. “Don’t stop.”

He worked slowly and gently, using the two digits to fuck her. As it got easier, she found herself pressing back on his hand, increasing their pace.

“Oh, fuck, Anya. You have no idea how much this is turning me on.”

She twisted her neck around to catch sight of his face. She was looking through hazy, lust-ridden eyes, and everything had taken on a dreamy quality, but there was no mistaking the dark, hooded expression of desire on Eric’s features.

But Anya couldn’t think about that now. She needed to come, and she couldn’t hold off any longer. Not caring what she looked like, she dropped her chest down so she was supported on one arm, her forearm flat against the floor. She reached beneath her body, between her thighs. Her fingers slid through the blonde curls and settled on her clit. A cry of relief escaped her lips. Her clitoris had never been so sensitized before, and she used two fingers to rub fast circles while Eric continued to finger-fuck her ass.

Her orgasm exploded over her, washing in powerful waves that began at her core and spread out to encompass her whole body. Her pussy and ass worked together, clenching tight against Eric’s fingers as she came.

When she finally stilled, Eric slipped his hand from her body.

She slumped to the floor, still on all fours and huddled in on herself. Unable to move, she just lay there, panting.

“Are you okay?” Eric asked her.

She managed a small laugh and turned her face to him. “That was intense.” She realized something, “but you didn’t get to take any photographs.”

“Not a problem.” He smiled conspiratorially, as if this had all been planned. It occurred to her that it probably had. “You’re ready for the plug now. Then I’ll get my pictures.”

“Just give me a minute, okay?”

“Of course.”

Getting to her feet, her legs trembling, she went to the bathroom to freshen up. Using a flannel she found beside the tub, she wiped the moisture from her body. She splashed a little water on her face, hoping to tamp down the red flush that was high in her cheeks and across her chest. She wiped at the dark marks beneath her eyes where her mascara had smudged. She’d thought to grab her purse on the way into the bathroom, and so used a little of the powder she’d brought with her. Yes, she’d just had an amazing orgasm, but she was still aware she was about to be photographed.

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nya left the bathroom, still wearing nothing but her heels. She dropped the purse. Eric had poured her another glass of wine, and she took it gratefully, though she’d have preferred water to quench her thirst. Still, the wine was delicious, and she wasn’t complaining. Eric had replaced the sheets of white paper on the floor and now stood at his tripod, making adjustments to his camera. He glanced at her over the camera, his eyes trailing up and down her naked body.

“You’re killing me, Anya,” he said. “You can’t just stand there, all flushed, naked apart from a set of heels, drinking a glass of wine, and not expect me to want to bend you over that couch and take you here and now.”

His words sent a thrill through her. “Eric, your photographs ...?”

He seemed to have to tear his eyes from her. “I know. You’re just too distracting.”

“Get the pictures taken,” she said, feeling brazen. “Then I’ll let you fuck me.”

“This is going to be the quickest shoot in the history of photography.”

Without needing to be told, Anya put down her glass, crossed back to his studio area, and got down on her hands and knees again.

“This will be easier now,” he said, producing the plug again. It looked big, but the thick end probably wasn’t much thicker than Eric’s two fingers. He was right; she did feel more relaxed about it now. He’d already shown her that she could do it.

He applied more lubricant, and then placed the slender tip of the plug against her anus. It was unbelievably cold, and she said so.

“Sorry, I thought having it in my pocket would warm it up a bit.”

“Don’t worry, just keep going.”

He applied pressure and the tip of the plug slipped inside her ass. She was already loose for him, but her muscles still instinctively tightened at the intrusion.

“It’s okay,” he told her, obviously having sensed her tensing up. “We’ll take this slowly.”

The plug slid inside her, another fraction of an inch, then a little more. She was aware of her muscles working both with and against him, pulling the item inside her while contracting to prevent entry. The effect was strange, completely different from having Eric’s supple, warm fingers inside her.

He straightened, his hands leaving her body. “There. It’s fully in.”

Eric stood and grabbed his camera. He gave her instructions, though just being under his scrutiny was enough to let Anya know how to move for him. “Arch your back a little more,” he told her. “Yes, that’s beautiful.”

With each stretch of her limbs or elongation of her back, she paused just long enough for him to snap some images, before she moved to the next pose. Having the plug in her ass gave her something else to think about. She wanted to display the toy to the best of her ability, but was also hyper-aware of the possibility of it slipping out. And as she moved, her arousal built once more.

“Will you fuck me like this?” she asked him.

He didn’t even need to respond. He dropped to his knees beside her, his arm snaking around her back to pull her up onto her knees as well. His hand slid up, lacing in her hair, and his lips found hers. She relished the kiss, his tongue gentle yet firm as it explored her mouth. She’d expected him to be fierce and desperate—she’d already had one orgasm, but he’d been kept waiting—but instead he was slow and gentle with her.

Carefully, he reclined her onto the white sheets beneath them. She found herself having to clench her muscles to prevent the plug slipping from her body. She stretched back, her arms palm up either side of her head, her breasts jutting upward and heaving as she breathed. Her eyes stayed focused on Eric’s face, but his gaze roamed up and down her body. He spread her legs, his palms pressed gently on the inside of her thighs, opening her to him. Her feet were flat on the floor, her knees bent.

Eric stood, leaving her in that position, and began to unbutton his shirt. There was no sign of teasing on his face, the seriousness of his expression making her heart race. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned, gym-hard torso beneath. He shucked the material from his shoulder and dropped it to the ground behind him. Next went his belt, flicking the buckle open and yanking the length from the belt loops. For a moment, he hesitated, and she wondered what thoughts had come into his head—whipping her bottom with the leather, perhaps, or tying her hands above her head. But he did neither, perhaps storing the idea away for another time, and simply let the belt join the discarded shirt. He kicked off his shoes and began to work on his pants. She could see the bulge beneath his fly, the long length she knew would be inside her soon. It was everything she could do to stop herself trembling in anticipation. Everything was heightened from the plug in her ass, and she wanted him so badly she thought she might explode with it.

Eric seemed to sense her urgency, and did everything too slow to tease her, to continue building her so when she finally did find release, she might lose her mind.

He popped the button of his fly and pulled down the zipper. His erection sprang free, long and hard and thick. She stared, panting with want, desperate to touch him. But instead Eric’s hand circled around his cock, massaging up and down, his big palm stroking the smooth, purple head, his thumb flicking over the drop of pre-cum to lubricate his own way. She stared as he masturbated himself, his eyes locked on the secret spot between her thighs.

This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

He let the pants fall from his hips and stepped out of them. Then he knelt between her spread thighs, his lower lip slack with desire as he took in the sight of her slick pussy and the head of the plug stopping her anus just below.