Page 53 of Worth Every Moment
“What I want is for Erica to straddle you where you’re sitting,” the photographer interrupts.
Oh, fuck.“Really?”
The word pops out like the bleep of an alarm clock, and the photographer and Erica share a look as though they’d expect nothing less from someone who doesn’t do this for a living.
Be cool, Seb. Erica Lefroy is about to straddle you in underwear and heels in front of a shitload of people.
She steps right up to me, gives me a little smile, and proceeds to straddle me without a pause. Her familiar scent wraps aroundme, both floral and lightly spiced, and I have to rein in the urge to press my nose to her neck and inhale it.I don’t know where to put my hands, so they’re just hanging at my sides. Her thighs are warm and heavy on mine, and her breasts are right there, soft flesh exposed over the top of the cups. I could dip my head and lick them.
Fuck it, in this position I could motorboat them, and I really fucking want to.This is a disaster.As if to drive the point home, my dick, which I’m all too aware is right beneath her, gives an unwelcome throb.
The photographer’s camera clicks a few times, then he stops and stares at me. “Sensuality,” he barks. “You know what that word means, right?”
“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter under my breath.
“You need to loosen up,” Erica whispers. “Pretend I’m one of those women you take back to the hotel.” She lifts my hands and settles them on her bare hips.Oh, Jesus. I’ve dreamt of exactly this; the feel of her soft skin against my palms and the warmth of her body so close to mine. The neural pathways are fucking ingrained. If I close my eyes, I’ll be thrown into a fantasy of her riding me just like this, bouncing on my dick and looking like she’s having the time of her life. I’m aching with a need that has no place here.
“Put a hand on her throat,” comes the photographer’s order.
My heart skips a beat, and the longing in my veins starts to fucking vibrate.If I put a hand on her throat when she’s sitting on my lap in her underwear, I’mdefinitelygetting hard. There could be a hundred people watching and it would still happen.
“Come on,” she whispers. “Studio time is expensive.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve got it covered,” I hiss back, which makes her roll her eyes.
“Erica,” the photographer says. “Lean in and undo two buttons on his shirt and slide your hand in. And Seb?”
“Yeah?”
“Try and look like you’re enjoying it.” I grimace. If he knew how much I was enjoying it, he’d throw me off the set.“Imagine this is the one woman in the world for you. You want her. She’severythingto you. This isn’tjustsex. It’s everlasting love that comes with a large side order of orgasms.” My dick pulses and I hope to God Erica can’t feel it. Why does he have to throw out words like ‘orgasms’ when I am trying my best to hold my shit together? “That’s what we’re selling here. Buy this fragrance and you’ll be desired and desirable. We want people to look at this image and know the two of you had sex as soon as I put the camera down.” My balls tighten like he’s just ordered them to prepare for action.“Just relax and pretend you’re in private. Be who you’d be if no one else was here.”
I close my eyes, screwing up my face.This is torture.The fantasy of Erica riding my cock flashes through my mind and I snap my eyes open.
“Please try,” Erica hisses. “This is a key part of our plan.” She offers me a hesitant smile, holding my gaze as she undoes a button on my shirt. It pops free, and a frisson of sexual energy runs through me. I do my best to tamp it down by clenching my abs, but it doesn’t fucking work.Erica bites her bottom lip, and all I want to do is suck it into my mouth and dig my teeth into it. Her eyes are hooded as she takes in the tattoos covering my pecs. “You don’t have a single tattoo in real life?”
I swallow. “Nope. No tattoos.”
“Shame. They suit you.” Her hand slides beneath my shirt, and the touch is a gentle caress that raises every hair on my body. She leans back a little more, and her pussy presses right against my dick. I can’t help but shift my hips beneath her, increasing the contact. She tips her head back, dark hair falling over her shoulders.
A pulse flutters in her neck, a delicate thrumming beneath the skin. If I could press a gentle kiss to the spot, I would. I’d swipe my tongue right up her throat. I’d—
She lets out the tiniest whimper, and the sound sets me on fire. I want her to make that noise for me over and over again, moaning my name with the same level of whimpered desperation. It takes all my restraint not to moan her name in response. Without thinking, my hand rises to that expanse of her throat, closing softly around it.
Click.
The shutter noise on the camera might as well be a bomb. I jerk and turn to the photographer, who lowers the lens.
“Ignore me. Keep going,” he instructs.
Erica hasn’t let up in her ‘I’m so turned on’ act, and the photographer clicks away, moving around us. She’s so convincing, thrusting her breasts in my face and arching her back, grinding on me like she can’t wait to get my clothes off, that I am struggling to convince my body this isn’t real. Heat rages through me, and my blood is a power fuel that rockets to my dick.Prepare for fucking lift off.
Erica rubs her crotch against mine, and my hand moves up her throat and round the back of her neck like I have no control over it, but it knows exactly what it wants. And it’s this woman, just like this, under my control.
My dick starts to thicken in my jeans.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Her fingertips graze my nipple, teasing it beneath the shirt. Arousal builds in my core, my dick throbbing.
