Page 22 of Illicit Illustration

“Wrap your hands around my thighs from behind, pretend like you’re pulling me against you. I need your biceps to be flexed.”

I knew I’d literally just told him to do it, but I still squeaked embarrassingly when his large hands grasped my thighs and pulled, seating me directly over his mouth. His warm breath seeped through the thin material covering my wildly aroused lady parts, and I tried to keep as much weight off him as I could to keep from suffocating him while I got my act together.

Running the pose through my head, I tried to remember how she had her arms in the drawing, positioning mine in a way where I was cupping one breast, and the other was buried in my hair. The subtle click of the electronic shutter engaging from across the room was the only thing keeping me grounded as I shifted my hips. But I was gone when Reid groaned, the vibrations of the sound sending a wave of heat licking up my spine.

“I’m sorry, I’ll hurry. You probably can’t breathe.”

A low rumbling growl escaped from his chest as I tried to pull myself up, but his fingers digging into the skin of my thighs had me rocking against him once. And then again, as his nose pressed into just the right spot. And before I knew what I was doing, I tilted my pelvis forward, gasping at how good it felt.

He wasn’t even really doing anything, but clearly my inexperienced body hadn’t gotten the memo as a whimper escaped me, answered by another deep groan from between my thighs. And I couldn’t stop myself, undulating again, and again until tingles shot up my body, my nipple tightening against my palm as I tried to remember what I was even doing.

Swaying forward again, I gasped as my knee slipped on the slick leather beneath it, my hips suddenly dropping all my weight on Reid’s face.

“Fuck.” The muffled word in his deep grumbling voice had my eyes darting open as I came back to reality.

Oh shit,this was bad.

Fumbling with the button in my hand, I pressed it multiple times, hoping I got the shots I needed before I flung myself backward and scrambled off the futon, watching with horrified eyes as Reid’s chest rose and fell in rapid succession.

The poor guy hadn’t signed up to be suffocated or to have his best friend’s little sister hump his face.

“Are you okay?”

God, I was so embarrassed. I was supposed to be pretending to sit on his face, not actually do it. And with how hard I’d landed on him…oh my God.

“Haz, I’m fine,” he chuckled, looking up at me while he gingerly held the bridge of his nose. I averted my gaze, but not quick enough to miss his other hand reaching down to adjust his…ahem. “Are you sure you got what you needed?”

“Yup, mm hmm,” I hummed, turning toward the camera and pretending I was checking the images on the screen.

“Did you actually get them, or are you just saying that?” Reid rose from the futon, stepping in close behind me as he adjusted the dial on the back of the camera. I couldn’t even concentrate on the images as he scrolled through them, my body too focused on the way it felt to have his warm, bare chest pressing against my skin.

He kept talking in an indistinct murmur in my ear as I tried not to imagine how it’d feel to have him wrapped around me from behind, his large hand pressed against my throat as he ground his hips into mine, his large coc…

“Does this one work?” His warm breath directly against my ear made me shiver, halting my brain’s detour down dirty lane.

“Yeah. It’s what I was looking for.”

“Because if we need to change the angle, we’ve still got plenty of time. I’ll do whatever you need.”

But that was the thing. He wouldn’t. Reid couldn’t give me what I needed, because what I needed right now was his head buried between my legs for real. His tongue lapping at where I was wet for him, his deep groans a product of how much I turned him on, not because of an inability to breathe because I was a klutz. I needed him in ways I couldn’t even describe, but it’d never be like that for him.

“I should go. I’ve already taken up enough of your time. Thank you for helping me. I understand if it was too weird, and you don’twant to do this again. I’ll just get dressed and walk back over to the bar. Can you email me those this morning? I mean, if it’s not too much trouble before you need to open…”

“Haz.” His tone was almost scolding as he spun me to face him. My palm landed on his pec—dangerously close to one of his piercings—as I tried to balance myself. Realizing how close my thumb was to the tiny metal bar, I pulled my hand back like I’d been burned, but a firm palm to my hip kept me from escaping. “You don’t have to run away from me. It’s fine. It was just a pose for a picture. As long as you got what you needed, I’m not worried about the brain cells I lost when you tried to suffocate me.”

“Oh, my God.” This was mortifying.

“I’m joking. It’s fine. I’m fine. If accidental death by pussy is how I go out, at least it was a nice one.”

Flattening my palms against his chest, I pushed, breaking his hold on my waist. “Quit screwing with me. I’m embarrassed enough as it is.”

"You'd know if I was screwing with you." He didn’t let me escape though, banding his arm around my back and hauling me into his warm, bare chest. “I’m serious, kitten. Going out between those thighs would not be a bad thing. The man lucky enough to have his face between your thighs for real better not squander the opportunity.”

Reid stared down at me and my finger twitched, brushing against the fine hairs covering his chest. His answering rumble vibrated against me as I grazed the very end of the barbell running through his nipple. The way he was looking at me lit something primal inside of me, and I pushed up to my tiptoes, my eyes locked in his gaze. His head dipped down, eyes flickering to my mouth as our chests heaved against each other. I was convinced he was going to kiss me, but…

“Hey, Harding, you here?” A booming voice echoed down the hallway like a gunshot, but it was enough to clear my foggy brain.

“I should go,” I whispered, breaking free from his hold and rushing toward my sweats, yanking them on as he continued to stare at me.

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