Page 7 of Stranger Session

I’m so wrapped up in this vision of a woman that I hardly hear the click of the camera. If they hoped I’d look fucking in love with her, I’m sure they got their wish.

I adjust my stance when I see her eyes on my cock. Yes, I’m hard. Aching. Mind-bendingly starved to get my hands and my mouth on her. The only thing that would stop me would be if she uttered the safe word: autumn. The shoot ends immediately if either of us so much as whisper that word.

I hope she doesn’t, because I sure as fuck will not.

“Hi,” she says with a shy wave.

“Hi.” I offer an equally awkward wave of my hand. This is painful, but not enough to make me say that word.

I tug at the long sleeves on my arms. They cover most of my tattoos, but the one on my neck creeps from the collar. Speaking of my collar, why does it feel so tight all of a sudden? I reach up and tug it away from my skin so I can get some air.

“Del, this is Mariah,” Sarah says. “Mariah, this is Del.”

Mariah chuckles. “Like the computer?”

“D-E-L.” My cheeks heat.

Sarah lowers the camera and studies us. “Okay, Mariah, why don’t you get a little closer? He doesn’t bite.”

Or do I? Because right now, I can think of a few places on her body I’d love to nip.

Mariah steps into me, and my heart rate quickens as her hands find mine. The warmth of her skin burns me, and I’m tempted to pull away from her touch, but the flirt in her eyes helps me tolerate the heat.

“Lean in nice and close, Mariah,” Sarah says.

And she does. Her breath washes over me as her mouth draws closer to mine. She smells like citrus and strawberries.

Without waiting for the next prompt, I lean in the rest of the way and take her mouth. My lips spread on hers. She accepts my tongue, and the camera shutter clicks away like a thousand microscopic firecrackers.

Mariah whimpers as my hands rise up her sides and land on her neck. My fingertips graze her hairline, and I’m tempted to get all up in there and give her something to really whimper over. But I keep my cool.

“What do you like?” I whisper against her lips.

“I like having my earlobes touched.”

That’s a new one for me, but I go for it. My fingers leave her hairline and land on the lobes of her ears. As I caress the soft skin, her perfect lips part to release a low moan. I sure hope they caughtthaton camera.

“And what do you like?” she whispers.

“I like my hair pulled.”

Her hand goes right for my hair, and an absolutely feral groan leaves my lips as she grips the strands and pulls.

Click, click, click, click.

When I open my eyes, a beaming smile lights her face. This playful look draws something playful out of me as well. But something malevolent too. A part of me I’ve never confronted.

I’m clinically obsessed with thoughts beyond this moment. Thoughts of her beneath me as I make sure she knows she’s mine. Absolutely no one else’s.

Mine.

And the camera flashes again.

Chapter Seven

Mariah

It’s cool outside, but the heat rushing from his fingertips burns me. They light me on fire wherever they land on my body. He sits on a bench and pulls me onto his lap, so I straddle him beneath the colorful fall foliage. My mouth hovers over his as the camera clicks to the rapid tempo of my heartbeat.

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