Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Excerpt from EXPOSURE


He laughed. “I had no idea this would happen.”

I looked at him, not sure what he meant.

“But as soon as you opened the door yesterday, I wanted it to.”

I couldn’t believe it. “Really?”

He nodded and tucked himself back into his jeans, buttoning them up. I stood up.

“Are you kidding?” he said and stood up too. “You think it wasn’t fuck-hot having you take pictures of me and knowing you were thinking of how I would look naked?”

I blushed. “Was it that obvious?”

He moved closer to me. “Well, I’m good at reading people. And, yeah, it was kind of obvious…” He reached out and stroked my hard-on through my jeans. I gasped.

“Holy shit, you are so hard…” He pressed more firmly against my crotch.  The fingers of his other hand twined in my hair, guiding my mouth to his. We kissed desperately, hungrily and he pushed himself against me; he was already getting hard again. He broke away from my mouth and licked along my ear, sending shivers through me. “What do you want, Martin?” he whispered. “Do you want me to blow you?” I whimpered. “Yeah? Is that what you want?”

I nodded. I gripped his shoulders, kissing and sucking on his neck. “If you want to.” Please, please, please.

He laughed and pulled away, making me look him in the eyes. His were brown and warm, kind and honest. “I would be fucking honored, Martin.”

A huge breath of air whooshed from my lungs and for the first time I really believed that he wanted me, maybe as much as I wanted him.

He pushed me backwards until I hit the wall. Then he kissed me and pressed himself against me before dropping down and practically ripping open my jeans. He kissed my straining erection through the fabric of my black boxer briefs. Then he tugged them and my jeans down to my knees. My cock bobbed free. I hissed as the cold air hit the moisture at its tip.

“Oh, yes,” he moaned. “Look at it…fuck, that’s glorious.” He touched me gently, reverently. “Almost nicer than mine.” He winked at me and wrapped his hand around my cock.

I shook my head modestly. “Not even close.”

“Well,” he said, eyeing my erection closely and rubbing up and down. “I’d love to argue with you but…” he licked the pre-cum off the tip, making me groan. “It’s gonna be hard to talk with your gigantic cock in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” I moaned. He was driving me mad. “You really have a way with words, Jeremy.”

He grinned. “Well, it’s nice to know my lit degree was good for something.”

I started to laugh but stopped with a gasp as he took me in his mouth and sucked hard. I almost fucking came right then and had to pound the wall with a fist to focus my control.

But he knew what he was doing. He gripped my hips firmly. He wanted me to lose control. He did everything he could to make me come with his hand and his tongue and his mouth. He fucking ate me alive. I’d never had anyone suck me so hard before. In minutes I was shooting down his throat and yelling so loudly I hoped my fucking neighbors weren’t home. I pulsed and quaked through the quickest and most incredible orgasm of my life to date.

My knees gave out as my pleasure waned. Jeremy released me and I fell to my knees before him. He reached out and pulled me to him, kissing me tenderly. The feeling of being wanted and almost cherished left me dizzy.

But it was crazy, wasn’t it? I’d met him yesterday.

As if he were thinking the same thing he pulled away and sat down on the floor, staring at me incredulously. “Wow. That was intense.”

I nodded, desperately wanting him in my arms again but also wanting to understand what was happening here. I struggled weakly to my feet and pulled up my boxers and pants. I suddenly felt shy, like I had let myself reveal more to him than I should have. I mean, for all I knew, he might have just wanted to get his rocks off.

He was sitting in the middle of the floor, his knees bent, leaning back on his hands and watching me. I went over to the camera, took it off the tripod and connected it to the computer. “How many shots do you want for your portfolio?” I asked, all business. He didn’t answer and I didn’t look at him. “You’ll need at least six.”

“Martin, screw the portfolio.”

I looked at him, surprised.

He shook his head. “I mean, I want the portfolio and the photos you took of me are incredible, and I realize I still need to pay you, but…could we talk about what just happened?”

Okay, take a deep breath. It’s better to find out now if it was a one time thing. I braced myself. “Okay?”

He got up and walked over to me. “Do you want to see me again?”

I gulped. “Yes.”

He grinned. “You like me then?”

I nodded. I couldn’t look away from him. “Yes.”

“For more than all that?” He gestured at the chaise and the wall.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“And for more of that, too?”

“God, yes.” I whispered. Fuck, I was his and he knew it.

He nodded. “All right then.” He looked down at the desk and back up. “What are you doing this weekend?”

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