Page 49 of Illicit Illustration

“Then you can see exactly how much you affect me every time we’re together while I tell you how I like to be touched. But guys are easy, Haz. It doesn’t take much to turn us on, and we’re very visual. Any guy who is lucky enough to have your hands or lips on him won’t stand a chance.”

My eyes were laser focused on the pillow he’d thrown on the floor, touched he was worried about my comfort, but also wildly turned on at the thought of getting to touch him. To feel the evidence of how much he wanted me. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine he’d return my attraction, but my fingers itched withthe memory of how warm and hard he’d been beneath the soft material of his shorts.

“And you’re okay if I tell you to keep your pants on the whole time? Like you won’t think I’m a tease and get mad later if I…”

It’d been years, but my boyfriend in high school had broken up with me when I wouldn’t do anything other than teenage over the clothes fumbling. I hadn’t been ready back then, and when I’d told him, he’d bailed instead of waiting for me to be comfortable touching him.

Reid’s fingers tilted my chin up, forcing me to hold his gaze as he stood to his full height, looming over me. “I will never get mad at you for taking things at your own pace, sweet girl. And I wasn’t just saying it when I told you that you’re in control here. You have my consent to explore however you want to, and I’ll follow your lead. Just do whatever feels natural to you. I promise it’ll all feel good for me.”

Laughing humorlessly, I shook my head. “You’re not what I expected, Mister Harding.”

He grinned, leaning down to coast his lips against my cheek, his warm breath fanning across my ear. “You’re not what I expected, Miss Rivera, but I have to admit I really like you showing me this side of yourself.”

“The side that is an even bigger hot mess than you expected?” I laughed, the sound morphing into a gasp when his lips pressed against the skin beneath my ear, ghosting a barely there kiss and making my pulse soar.

“The side of you that is honest and feisty. I love that you’re not afraid to be authentically yourself. It’s sexy as fuck.”

“We’ll see if you’re still saying that a few moments from now,” I whispered, pushing against his chest and closing my eyes briefly, trying to muster the courage to kneel on the pillow at his feet. "Because I am authentically a disaster."

Reid’s intimidating gaze was focused on me as I settled into place and then looked up toward him. My heart skipped as he took a few steps forward, bracing his palms on the wall far above my head,essentially trapping me there with his hips directly in front of my face.

I should have been terrified, feeling completely out of my element and self-conscious, but I wasn’t.

The look in his eyes made me feel empowered and sexy. With this man looming over me completely at my mercy despite our positions. He’d turned over the control to me, and that was what had me pulling him closer, my fingers skating along the hem of his shirt and lifting it, a clear demand to remove it.

As his toned chest was revealed inch by tantalizing inch, I tried to focus and zeroed in on the waistband of his shorts, playfully slipping a finger underneath the elastic and tugging on it.

“If you want them off, take them off,” Reid whispered. I gulped, slipping my thumbs beneath the material, his warm skin sending a rush through me as I started shifting his waistband lower. Looking up at him, I tried to figure out what to do next.

Absently, I could hear the click of the camera a few feet away every so often, Reid doing a much better job of documenting this scene than I’d done with the others, but I wasn’t in position to capture what I needed for my reference photos just yet, and he knew it.

Reid was capturing these pictures so he could look at them later. And the thought of him stroking himself to the memory of me on my knees for him had me leaning in, grasping the back of his knees and ghosting my face along the outline of what he’d put my hand on earlier.

“Did you just nuzzle my dick?” Reid chuckled, his body vibrating as I watched his cock flex beneath the material of his briefs.

But he’d told me I was in charge, and that he’d let me lead. It wasn’t time for him to distract me. Looking up, I pinned him down with an unimpressed look. “What happened to me being in charge here? If you don’t like what I do, then I’ll stop right now.”

His mouth dropped open, but he didn’t laugh again before he spoke. “I’m not sure how to deal with this mouthy version of you.”

“Well, then I guess it’s a good thing you’re keeping all your clothes on tonight. Then you won’t have to live through the torture of my mouth on you.”

His earlier shock turned into a naughty grin, his eyes flashing dangerously as he leaned forward, bracing his forearms against the wall and growling while he looked down at me. “Fuck, feisty Hazel is a little bossy, and I’m here for it.”

“Are you going to keep talking or are we going to take a picture of me fake blowing you?”

He couldn’t hold in the laughter, his body shaking inches from my face. “Sorry, kitten. Shutting up. Do your worst.”

“We both know I don’t settle for mediocrity,” I teased, holding his gaze as I tipped my head back.

“What has gotten into you? Maybe I should feed you sausage more often.”

“Do you not like it?” Suddenly I was afraid that I was ruining the moment by not taking this more seriously. Bantering with Reid was instinct for me, but if it was killing the vibe, I could try to keep my mouth shut.

He shook his head slowly, a mischievous grin drawing across his lips. “No, I fucking love it.”

Nodding, I took a deep breath and mustered my earlier courage. “Good. Then keep your mouth shut. I need you to behave like the good boy I know you're not and quit distracting me from pulling off your shorts.”

Reid just watched as I tugged the material lower, leaving it pooled at his ankles while I appraised the package in front of me. There was something familiar about the waistband of the boxer briefs suddenly inches from my face. But when I grazed my fingertip down the hard ridge inside them, Reid’s answering groan was enough to distract me from any thoughts about his underwear purchasing habits.

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