Page 9 of Pose for Me

"You have no idea how long we've waited for this moment," Knox murmurs, his gravelly voice sending shivers down my spine. Does he mean they planned this from the moment they saw my website?

My mind races, trying to process the situation. How did I end up here, caught between these two men? Part of me wants to run, to escape the growing sense of danger. But another part, a part I'm not proud of, craves more.

Chapter 8

Rayne

Knoxstandsatthefoot of the bed, eyes blazing with desire as they rake over my flushed body. His tattooed hands slowly push his boxer briefs down, freeing his impressive length.

"Fuck..." I swallow hard at the sight, my rational thoughts overridden by pure want. How had I gone from professional photographer to this? The fact that I’m about to be fucked in my own studio, by a client, is beyond unprofessional of me. But with pleasure still humming through my body, I can’t bring myself to stop.

River shifts, a feral grin on his handsome face as he watches his boyfriend. All sense of propriety has fled–I’m utterly transfixed by Knox stroking his rigid cock.

"You want this, don't you, Rayne?" His gruff voice makes me shudder. When had I thrown all professionalism out the front door of the studio?

I give the tiniest nod, mouth dry. Knox steps closer to the edge of the bed, that dark and commanding energy rolling off him in waves. My pulse thunders, skin tingling with forbidden thrill as he pushes my parted thighs wider before gripping one of my hips. Then the thick head of his cock rubs torturously against my entrance, slicking up with my arousal, before slowly pressing forward.

"So goddamn tight," he growls, slowly burying himself into my welcoming heat inch by delicious inch.

A guttural moan tears from my lips at the full, stretching burn. My eyes squeeze shut as I arch backward, my lips parting on a gasping breath. It has been far too long since I've had a man inside me like this. He stills for a moment, a bruising grip on my hips.

He thrusts the rest of the way. "That's it, take every fucking inch of me."

When I hear the sound of the camera shutter close, my eyes part wide and all I can see is the reflection of my own flushed face in the lens as River captures the look on my face as his boyfriend buries his cock deep inside me.

Knox's muscular body hovers over me, his hands bracketing my shoulders, his intense eyes locked on mine. With agonizing slowness, he pulls back until just the tip of his thick cock remains inside me. I whimper in anticipation, my nails raking down his tattooed arms.

A small, dark grin pulls at his lips before he slams back into me, the force stealing my breath. He doesn’t stop then, setting a deliciously hard pace that has me clawing at the sheets.

I cry out at his relentless thrusts, losing myself in the exquisite fullness and the liquid heat pooling between my thighs. River's presence in the room fades from my awareness as I become lost in Knox's powerful body working above me, his cock stretching me so perfectly with each punishing stroke.

The seductive beat of the music blends with the lewd sounds we're making—skin slapping, gasps, and groans. It's the most erotic experience I've ever had, and a part of me vaguely registers River circling us, camera in hand, capturing every moment.

"Look at you," Knox murmurs, bending closer until his chest brushes mine, our heated breaths mingling. One of his tattooed hands moves, wrapping around my throat with calculated pressure. "So fucking gorgeous. Will you take River so well too?"

My reply is a choked whine as my hands encircle his wrist, nails digging into his flesh when his hips snap forward with force. Knox licks his lips, gaze flickering between my eyes and parted mouth mere inches away. "That’s it, you want that too, don’t you? I can feel you squeezing my cock. Go on, sweetheart. Let me hear that pretty voice when you come again for me like a good girl..."

Incoherent cries fall from my lips as waves of ecstasy crash over me and I come undone, legs squeezing Knox's hips. His intense gaze drinks in every flicker of pleasure across my face from just inches away. As the pulses slow, my orgasm subsiding, he rolls us until I'm seated astride him, his cock still buried deep.

Still gripping my throat, he pushes me up until I’m sitting, straddling him. I let out a gasp at the new, deliciously deeper angle. So close to the bed's edge, his legs dangle off, feet planted. Hands braced on his chest, I steady myself as he rasps, "Move for me. Let me see those beautiful tits bounce."

My brain short-circuits as my hips start rocking of their own accord. I swivel and grind against him, drawing delicious groans. Nails scoring his chest, I ride him harder when he thrusts up in response.

Just as I'm getting into the rhythm, his hand leaves my throat to grip my hip. For a second, I think he's going to control the pace. But then a warm, solid chest presses against my back and another large hand encircles my neck from behind.

River's scent surrounds me as he moves my hair aside and licks up the skin of my neck, sandalwood and sin. Panic spikes through me for a moment and I try to turn, to find my camera that he was using earlier. "Tripod," he pants hotly against my ear. "Timer's set to capture everything." He sucks on the lobe, making me shudder.

His teeth graze that sensitive spot below my ear, biting down and I'm instantly melting again, pussy fluttering. "Ready for me too, beautiful?"

His meaning doesn't register until I feel thick fingers pushing into me alongside Knox's thick length. "No, please..." I whimper, my eyes flying wide when I realize their intent. "I can't..."

Knox levels me with a stare that doesn’t allow an argument. "You can, and you will."

I keen softly as River's fingers stretch me further, prepping me for what they plan to do. The burning sensation dulls momentarily and I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for what is to come. When he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with the thick head of his cock, searing pain lances through me as he slowly pushes in alongside Knox's cock.

"Fuck, you're so tight," River growls, squeezing my throat.

I whimper, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as they stretch me beyond my limits. The overwhelming fullness steals my breath.

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