“You? My muse? How does that work?”
I could hear Aiden move through the other side of the loft, open the elevator and slam the gate shut. That’s when Alec stood and pulled off his long sleeved thermal shirt. His chest shone in the bright lights of the loft. Then he yanked on the wide brown leather belt. Once he’d unbuckled it, he unzipped his pants and shimmied them down. Again, commando. I licked my lips and gripped his hips then looked up his beautiful body.
“You will pose with me. I will use this.” He held up a cordless remote control. It was cylindrical with a red button on top. It reminded me of an action movie where the bad guy had a bomb strapped to his chest with a cord and a button. Alec pressed the button and the camera flashed. “See, I will do the poses with you. Only with me, it will be real love on canvas.”
Now this concept had definite possibilities. I grinned wickedly and lifted up both of my hands along his sides, leaned forward and placed a kiss on the crown of his cock. He cupped my cheek with one hand while I showed him my appreciation for this brilliant idea. Once I licked his entire length, I pulled back. “You didn’t have to do that you know.”
“Yes I did, ma jolie. You were not comfortable. One frown on your pretty face was too much. I knew the concept was hard to begin with, but seeing your face as he touched you, knowing that you were trying for me...non, ce n'était pas bon, not good. I should have known. You have committed to me for this time. That means you would not look to be in love with a stranger. Real love, the kind I want in my art must be authentique, real, and it must be given willingly.”
I moved forward and took him into my mouth, sucking hard, showing how much his words meant to me. He valued my comfort above all and understood that I wasn’t just a good-time girl. I was his completely for the month. We’d agreed upon it, and he’d taken that vow seriously, now more than ever before. Alec shifted and leaned back, his head tilting to the sky as I took him as far as I could down my throat. The camera clicked. Knowing he’d caught this private moment between us made me wetter, hotter for him. I wanted nothing more than to be taken, right here, right now.
He fucked my mouth for a time then abruptly pulled away. “Your mouth, it is too good. Alas, I need the image of us joined in the act of love.” I nodded while he walked a few steps away, picked up his jeans and pulled out a condom. I wanted to tell him I was on birth control and that technically he didn’t have to use one, but I refrained. Something about that didn’t feel right. He suited up his erection and prowled over to me. He positioned me on my side the same way he did with Aiden. Only this time, I got as close as possible, smashing my breasts against his firm chest and willingly touched him…everywhere.
“I see you are no longer camera shy.” His lips crooked into a smirk.
“Oh shut up and take your picture, Frenchie,” I said then put my mouth over his. I could hear the camera click every so often. His hands clung to my naked body as the lights flashed and blinked. At one point, he had the clicker in the same hand as my breast. I could feel the cold tip digging into my nipple adding a frisson of pleasure and pain against the aching peak.
“Now for the real love.” He opened my leg, wedged his hips between mine and entered me, inch by delicious inch. My head tipped back and my hips arched forward. “Oui, chèrie, take my love,” he whispered and pushed his way inside. He gripped my hip and pulled hard, slamming his thick cock home, pressing on that high spot within and crushing my O-trigger in the process.
Gone.
Instant gratification cut deep when the orgasm ricocheted through my body as if it played ping-pong up my spine. I held him close, never able to get close enough, my body bowed almost painfully as I held on to the high. Lights flashed behind my closed eyes, only it wasn’t me, it was the camera. Capturing a most blissful moment in time.
Once he brought me down, I rolled him over and got on top. I stole the clicker from him. “Fair is fair,” I grinned. Instead of stealing back the control he put those artists’ hands over my breasts and played with my nipples, tugging and rubbing until they were white hot burning points of pure, raw, need. I leaned my head back sitting astride him. Then I lifted up and slammed down. His body tightened, and I clicked the camera. These may not be for his exhibit, but they were going to be hot as hell and to an artist, it’s the gift that keeps on giving long after it’s gone.
I rode my Frenchman so hard he was panting and growling in his pleasure. I waited until he started speaking in non-stop French before I’d allow him a reprieve. That’s when I knew he was closing in on the point of no return.
“Votre sexe est si chaud.”
“Je pourrais vous aimer toute la nuit.”