Page 50 of Pose for Me

Rayne whimpers, her hips shifting restlessly in the chair. Her hand drifts down her body, fingertips grazing her stomach, inching closer to where we know she's aching to be touched.

Knox catches the movement, a wicked smirk curling his lips. "Do you like to watch, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you want to see River come on my cock while we watch you play with that pretty pussy?"

Rayne's eyes widen. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, a gesture so unconsciously sensual it makes my cock throb. She nods frantically, a breathy "Yes, please" escaping her lips.

Without taking his eyes off the screen, Knox turns his head slightly towards me. "You heard her, River," Knox growls, a glint in his eyes. "Show our girl what she wants to see."

I don't need to be told twice. My hands make quick work of Knox's belt, the clink of metal loud in the charged atmosphere. I push his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, freeing his cock. It springs free, hard and flushed.

Knox steps out of his clothes with practiced ease, his movements fluid and purposeful. He stalks towards our couch, every step radiating raw power and barely contained desire. The late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows catches on the intricate tattoos adorning his muscular form, making the ink seem to dance across his skin.

He positions the phone carefully on the coffee table, angling it to capture the full expanse of the couch while still allowing us a clear view of the screen where Rayne watches, her eyes wide and hungry. The leather of the couch creaks softly as Knox lowers himself onto it, his powerful thighs spread wide in invitation.

Slowly he unbuttons his cuffs, then each button of his shirt before pulling it off in a smooth, effortless motion that never fails to set my blood on fire. The fabric slides over his sculpted abs, revealing more inked skin and the dusting of dark hair trailing down to his groin. He tosses the shirt aside, then raises an eyebrow at me, a silent challenge in his eyes.

I grin wickedly, feeling the familiar surge of heat and anticipation coursing through my veins. My hands move to the buttons of my own shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. I can feel his eyes on me, his gaze almost tangible as it roams over my body.

The shirt falls open, revealing the planes of my chest and stomach. I let it slide off my shoulders, pooling on the floor behind me. My pants follow suit, and I step out of them, kicking them aside. Now fully naked, I stretch languidly, putting on a show for my captive audience.

I move to the side table, retrieving the bottle of lube we keep there. The cool plastic is a stark contrast to my heated skin as I wrap my fingers around it. Knox's eyes follow my every movement, dark with lust and impatience.

As I approach the couch, I can hear Rayne's breathing growing heavier through the phone's speakers. A quick glance at the screen shows her squirming in her chair, one hand ghosting over her breast, the other inching ever closer to the apex of her thighs.

"Don't you dare touch yourself yet, baby girl," Knox growls, his voice rough with desire. "Not until I say so."

Rayne whimpers but obeys, her hands gripping the arms of her chair tightly. The sight of her restraint, the way she trembles with need, sends a fresh wave of arousal surging through me.

I come to stand between Knox's spread legs, drinking in the sight of him. His cock stands proud, flushed and hard against his stomach. I can't resist reaching out to trail my fingers along its length, reveling in the way it twitches at my touch.

Knox's hand shoots out, gripping my wrist tightly, painfully. The way I like it. "Enough teasing," he growls, turning me to face away from him and pulling me down onto his lap. I straddle Knox's muscular thighs, facing the phone propped on the coffee table. The leather of the couch is cool against my skin and his breath fans across the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Open yourself up for me," Knox commands, his voice a low rumble that I feel more than hear.

I uncap the bottle of lube, the sharp click echoing in the charged atmosphere. The cool gel coats my fingers as I reach down between my legs. My fingertips brush against Knox's hard length, and I feel it twitch against my skin. A smirk tugs at my lips, but before I can tease him further, Knox's large hand wraps around my wrist, guiding my fingers to my entrance.

Slowly, teasingly, I circle my entrance with slick fingers. The muscles there flutter under my touch, anticipation building low in my gut. Knox's hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to bruise. The slight pain only heightens my arousal.

"That's it," Knox murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Get that tight little hole nice and wet for me. Show Rayne how you get ready for my cock."

At the mention of her name, my eyes flick to the phone screen. Rayne is watching us intently, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Her hands are clenched tightly on the arms of her chair, knuckles white with the effort of restraining herself.

I press one finger inside myself, a low moan slipping past my lips at the sensation. Knox's hips buck slightly, his cock sliding against the cleft of my ass. I work the finger in and out, gradually adding a second. The stretch burns deliciously.

Suddenly, Knox's fingers join mine. He pushes two thick digits in alongside my own, and I whimper at the sudden fullness. His other arm wraps around my waist, holding me steady as he begins to pump his fingers in and out.

"Fuck," I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder. "Knox..."

He scissors his fingers, stretching me further. The burn intensifies, riding the knife's edge between pleasure and pain. My thighs quiver with the effort of holding myself up.

On the screen, Rayne whimpers. She's shifting restlessly in her chair, her thighs pressing together as if seeking friction. Her eyes are dark with lust, fixed on where Knox's fingers disappear inside me.

"Please," she breathes, her voice barely audible through the phone's speakers. "Can I... can I touch myself?"

Knox chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my back. "Not yet, baby girl," he says. "But you can play with those pretty tits of yours. Show us how sensitive they are."

Rayne doesn't hesitate. Her hands fly to her breasts, still encased in black lace. She kneads the soft flesh, her head falling back as she pinches and rolls her nipples through the delicate fabric. A soft moan escapes her parted lips, the sound sending a jolt of arousal straight through me.

I feel Knox shift behind me. His fingers withdraw, leaving me feeling achingly empty. "Enough," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "I need to be inside you. Now."

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