Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Holding my pencil almost parallel to the paper, I sketched the lines of his hip, thighs, and calves. Then his feet. But those were things I could draw every day, if I wanted to. The rest of him wasn’t.
I stared at his cock as if trying to memorize it, but really, I was trying to figure out how to start sketching. Should I draw the length first? Or focus on the head? And how on Earth was I going to handle the thick vein on top? I studied it so long that I almost forgot it was attached to a real person. When I glanced up at Jackson’s face, there was a slight smirk on his face and a gleam in his eye. He knew exactly what part of him I’d been examining.
Me, and pretty much everyone else on my side of the room, I reminded myself. Which made me wonder what kind of view the people sitting across from me had. Too bad I couldn’t think of an excuse to walk over there and see if his backside was as drool worthy as his front.
Somehow, I suspected it was.
But damn, time was passing quickly. Less than half an hour left. This art class gave me something to look forward to, when so many things in my life had imploded. But here, every Tuesday night, I could focus. I could create something beautiful. I could calm my mind and center my focus—or at least I could until tonight. Something to look forward to.
My fingers only shook a little as I sketched the lines of his cock, trying not to think about what it would feel like in my hand. Or my mouth. Or other places. It wasn’t like I was a sex fiend, but this was the first time I’d seen a naked man since my boyfriend left me, and I’d never seen a man this attractive before.
The head was easier to draw than I thought, though I’d never done it before. I’d taken a few art classes during college, but none had involved nude models. The real problem was shading in the lines I’d made. It was hard to create shadows and light on a flat surface, but I did my best.
Probably the way my hips kept grinding against the hard metal stool didn’t help steady my hand.
Gradually, the cock on my paper began to resemble the very impressive one before me. My sketch wasn’t perfect, but I don’t think it would shame Jackson were he ever to see it. Not that that was going to happen. I’d probably throw the paper and possibly myself into a bonfire before letting that happen.
With less than fifteen minutes left, I worked on the shading of his abs. I’d heard my friends describe a hot guy’s abs as an eight-pack, but this was the first time I’d ever been able to count each individual one.
Class was almost up by the time I got to adding detail to his pecs. His nipples were brown and looked like hard little pencil erasers. I’d just finished the second one when Carl announced that class was over.
Disappointment filled me when I looked at my sketch. It was obviously unfinished. I hadn’t had time to add any muscle definition to his impressive biceps and strong thighs at all. I hadn’t even added his goatee and the short beard that lined his strong jaw. It looked like I’d spent all my time on his midsection and ignored the rest, which was pretty much what happened. Of course, I would’ve been farther along if I hadn’t spent the first half hour staring at him like a groupie.
“Next week, we’re going back to still lifes,” Carl announced. The groan from my fellow students may have been from that announcement, or it may have been from the fact that Jackson had just pulled on a robe. The white terry cloth made his skin look extra tan and didn’t detract from his looks at all. I suspected that nothing would.
“Think we can start a petition to get him back here every week?” an older woman named Susan asked me. Her eyes were still on the model as he tied the belt of the robe around his waist.
“I wish.”
The man on the other side of Susan snorted. “Not likely. He’s Carl’s buddy and just did this as a favor. You could tell he’s never done this before.”
“How?” I asked. What more did the job require besides staying still and looking hot? In my opinion, he’d done both those things exceedingly well.
Susan chuckled. “Well, for one thing, he seemed to be undressing you with his eyes instead of the other way around.”
My fingers squeezed the edge of my sketch so tightly that the corner of the paper crumbled up. “What do you mean?”
“Oh honey, he couldn’t take his eyes off you.”