Page 74 of Dirty Shots

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 might 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.”

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