Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Shane watched as Van plumped the pillows for him, arranging them just the way he wanted. When he was finished, he nodded toward the bed, and Shane lay down.
“Cross your legs. Put one of your hands behind your head and bend your arm. Your pits are sexy. I know a few men, myself included, who would love to nuzzle into them.”
“Feel free,” Shane replied.
“Oh, I will. But we’re working right now. We have to be good.”
Shane was tired of being good. He’d been good his whole fucking life.
He moved into the position Van told him to get into. He watched as Van snapped picture after picture, moving to get Shane from different angles.
“This is so fucking strange,” he said after a few moments. “I feel like a fraud.”
Van lowered the camera. “Why?”
“Don’t know,” he lied.
“Well don’t. You’re anything but. You’re just lying there for a lover, Shane. Nothing else.”
For a lover…damned if Shane didn’t like hearing Van call him that.
“Okay.”
“Put your arm down,” Van told him. “Hold your dick. Make me want what’s under your hand—not like I won’t already.”
Shane easily slid his hand over to his crotch, cupped his erection, and looked up at Van.
“You’re fucking perfect. Next time we do this I need to bring better lighting.”
Next time. They hadn’t spoken about a next time but Shane knew there would be. He wanted there to be.
Van moved around the room, taking shot after shot from angle after angle. On the one hand, Shane felt ridiculous. What the fuck was he doing posing like some goddamn model…but at the same time, his dick continued to swell and his body felt alive in ways he’d never experienced. Like he was flying. “Ask me to open the towel, Van.” His voice was scratchy, filled with lust.
Van looked at him over the camera. “Open the towel, Shane.” The same huskiness from Shane’s voice was mirrored in Van’s.
His fingers were shaky as he opened the towel. Click, click, click, the camera snapped as he did so. He laid it open, fully on display…and somehow it was different than just being naked with Van. He had zero problems with that. Zero problems stripping for anyone he planned to fuck, but knowing that moment would be documented by photographs made nerves tickle down his spine. Simultaneously his nerve ending sparked with excitement, with exhilaration over the very same thing that made him nervous.
“You good?” Van asked and Shane realized he had his hand lying gently over his dick. He couldn’t cover it all, the head stuck out over the top, but that wasn’t the point, was it?
“Yes,” he said as he went to move his hand.
“No.” Van stopped him. “Not yet.” He snapped a few pictures like that. Shane looked at him for some, and away for others.
Van instructed him to move his hand to his hip next, which he did. Click, click, click.
“Bend your right leg out. Yeah, just like that,” Van said. Click, click, click.
He stepped closer. “Jesus, look at how much you’re leaking. Let me see it, Shane. Hold your dick up just a little.”
Shane wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled it up slightly. Van kneeled on the floor beside the bed. Pre-come dripped from the slit, down to his stomach. Click, click, click.
“Don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on,” Van told him.
He kept taking pictures—Shane’s face, cock, balls. Of him stroking. Eyes closed, eyes open. With each snap of the camera, Shane felt more and more free. More and more alive.
“Jerk off for me. I want you to see how sexy you are when you come.”
Shane felt like a live wire, like his insides were thrashing around with too much energy and electricity to be contained.
He poured lube on his hand and wrapped it around his aching dick. His eyes never left Van as he started to stroke. His balls were already so damn tight, so damn full that it didn’t take long for the orgasm to slam into him. For the pleasure to wash over him. The whole time, click, click, click.
Shane shot his load across his chest. Come landed on his right nipple, in his navel, and when his hand pulled away, Van was there, taking pictures of the sticky mess all over him.
It wasn’t enough. He wanted more. Needed more. Needed to give Van some of the pleasure Van had given him. “Your turn. Take your pants off and come here.”
“Want me to jerk off on you again?” Van asked as he set the camera down and removed his jeans. Shane knew he meant because of last night—Christ, had it only been last night? It felt like they’d had more time between them.
“No. I’m changing the fantasy a little. I can’t move, but I want to suck you, so you’re gonna come here and feed it to me.”