Page 60 of Bad Seed
“What?”
“I said…” He lunges forward. Reaching under my panties, he rakes his nails across my ass, then digs into both cheeks. With a grunt, he heaves me off of my knees into the air and turns. “Get. To. Your. Feet.”
My legs drops at his command. I’m standing there in just my ill fitting underwear, growing more awkward by the second. Is he going to kick me out?
Wait. This is my room.
Aubry sheds his button up shirt. “Stand by your camera.”
Huh?
I start to ask why when he tugs off his undershirt—one pull. By the back of the neck.
Hips, abs, pecs. His body flashes by, looking even more ripped than I remembered. Hard steel canvassed by rippling veins and bulging muscles.
He twists his head at me then stares at my tripod.
A little yelp slips out as I dive for where I left it standing. Does he…? He doesn’t want to take pictures of me. Right? What if I take photos of him?
Oh… Aubry leaning back on his knees, on my bed, arms behind his head, cock so hard his purple vein throbs through the screen.
He stands up and undoes his belt. His jeans tumble down leaving him in nothing but dark purple boxer briefs.
“Pull your camera out,” he orders.
I’m halfway to screwing it into place and going for the lens cover when I blurt out, “Can I ask why?”
“Yes,” he says and nothing more.
“Funny.” I swivel it around, following Aubry as he bends over the box of veggies. “Will you tell me why you want me to get my camera?”
He pulls out the eggplant and drops it back onto the stand. “You’re going to photograph that,” he says as if it’s a normal Tuesday, and I don’t taste cock on my tongue.
“Um…” I swing the camera back to the eggplant and adjust the focus without thinking. I mean I could do a couple more pickups just in case. Never hurts to have extra.
A hand swerves over my belly. It pushes me back just as a cock presses into my ass. Scorching lips nibble down my ear and he whispers, “While I fuck you from behind.”
“You…um…?” I damn near gurgle, my avalanche of words replaced with strangling silence.
“Shh.” Aubry puts his finger against my lips, then slowly pulls it down. “Just snap.”
“It’s all digital now so I don’t actually snap anything and— Oh!”
He runs his finger down my chest and reaches into my bra. It doesn’t take more than a light tug for my breast to tumble out like a boulder. Heat scorches the back of my ear. Aubry straddles closer, his thighs digging into my ass as his cock delves up through my crack.
“Take.”
Fingers swoop across, then tighten around my nipple.
“The.”
His palm runs over my hip to my belly, then straight down. I watch his skin strain against the red lace as he runs both fingers across my entrance.
“Picture.” Teeth bite my ear, a hand squeezes my breast, and fingers plunge inside of me.
I snap. It’s wildly out of focus and the lighting is shit, but I keep snapping. His whole fist bulges in my underwear, stretching them lower so he can tease his thumb against my clit.
“Again,” he moans, pressing into my clit as I take another picture. “Again.” With every picture, he thumbs me, then thrusts his fingers deeper inside.
