Shut Up and Model for Me (53 page)

“Reference. So two-thousand-and-late,” says Evan.

“You’re welcome,” says Britain.

“Slow.” I attempt to understand what she really means by that.

“Slow,” Britain repeats. “Literally. A pose with movement. Make everything overdramatic, because the clips will only be a few seconds long. If it’s a kiss, then whoever is watching the GIF should get the impression that Evan is about to come just from her mouth on yours.”

I turn to Evan again. “Is it weird that we have this strange little third wheel in our sex life?”

Evan pats me on the shoulder and looks at her computer screen as Britain grins smugly. “It’s all we’ve ever known.”

///

Britain gives Evan exact instructions for where she should place the cameras, and what the zoom should be set to.

I change into black underwear as Evan finishes the final adjustments on the cameras. “So this will be one continuous shot from every angle imaginable?” I ask.

“Pretty much,” says Evan. “It’s easier that way. We won’t have to keep the camera in mind, because cameras will be everywhere.” She walks over to her computer and taps a few keys. Several boxes pop up on the screen, all showing our bedroom from different angles. “And we’re live.”

I take a deep breath. I can’t remember the last time I was anxious shooting with Evan. I watch her as she cocks her head. I can tell she’s studying me. “You’re nervous.”

“Not nervous,” I argue. “Just thinking.”

She giggles. “Dallas Whitley, nervous to pose. I never thought I’d see the day.” She drops her robe and walks to me, running a finger down my chest. I shiver at the same time she says smugly, “Good thing I shaved my legs today.”

I think back to our shower this morning, and to the day I spent simultaneously lecturing and thinking about being between her legs, and something snaps inside of me. I grab her waist. Her eyes widen in surprise as I drag her to the bed and toss her on top of it.

“Slow!” she cries, giggling.

“We have to get on the bed anyway,” I say, crawling onto the comforter. Evan sits up and splays her legs. I can’t help but glance to where her perfect thighs meet. The crotch of her panties is already damp.

“You’re really into this,” I say, my senses battling between being incredibly amused and incredibly turned on.

Her chest heaves, the creamy tops of her breasts rising and falling, restrained by all that lace. “Slow,” she breathes.

This is Evan’s game. I want to give her exactly what she wants. Nothing makes me happier than watching her grow wet and incoherent until she either whimpers or screams her orgasm. I don’t even have to get off to feel satisfied.

“What do you want me to do, Evan?” I ask. “How do you want me to play this?”

She bites down on her bottom lip. I wonder if she’s thinking of the possibilities. “I want you to toy with me. I want you to toy with me and I want it to be long and slow and drawn out. I want you to do everything that we never have time for.”

Wish, granted.

I crawl to her, and when she makes to lie back, I stop her by reaching up and cupping the back of her neck. I dip my face until our lips brush, listening to her hold her breath. She shuts her eyes, and I flick my tongue across her lower lip. She opens her mouth for me and I bite down, dragging my teeth gently across her lip.

“Slow,” she murmurs again.

“Don’t you worry,” I tell her, leaning into the crook of her neck. “Let me do my job.”

I nibble on her earlobe, and Evan hums in approval. There’s so much of her body that I want to touch and taste and bite. Going slow is going to be pure torture.

Evan shifts her body so she’s kneeling before me. I sit back on my feet and she presses her lips to the base of my throat, dragging her nails down my chest. I hiss, but not because of the pain.

“You like that, don’t you?” she whispers, fingers dipping into the waistband of my boxers. “Hmm… maybe you’ve been fooling me all along. Maybe you are a bit masochistic.”

“I can be both, can’t I? I do like smacking that ass of yours.” I reach around her and grip her ass with both of my hands, squeezing.

She nips at my throat. “You’re such a boy.”

“Sometimes.” I guide her to the pillows, and she falls on her back. I study her black lacy bra, the contraption that pushes up her boobs so they’re perfect globes. Boobs aren’t supposed to be spherical like that.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks. Her cheeks are already flushed, lips swollen. And we’ve hardly even started.

“How boobs are supposed to be boob-shaped.”

Evan rolls her eyes. “Too bad Britain won’t be using the audio on the feed, because you are so sexy with your words.”

“I have all night to be sexy,” I counter, trailing a finger down her neck. Britain wanted dramatic and dramatic is what she’s getting. At my touch, Evan’s eyes flutter shut, and she arches her back. I notice she’s wearing a bra that clasps in the front. Smart move, Evan. I hook my finger beneath the clasp and tug gently, returning her smile.

“Undress me,” she whispers. “Slowly.”

“Slowly.” I cup her tits and squeeze them, feeling my own pulse quicken. My cock is so hard, it hurts. I pull apart the clip of her bra and peel it away from her. She shrugs the straps from her shoulders and I sit back on my heels, admiring everything that is Evan Cosette. She works so hard to be thin because of her job, but she could be fifty pounds heavier and still be flawless. It’s the way she carries herself. She’s high-octane sex when she wants to be.

I roll one of her nipples between my fingers, pinching, tugging on it
slowly
. Before letting go, I dip my head to her other breast. I lick her, feeling her nipple pebble against my tongue. I bite down and she hisses my name as I drag my teeth across her sensitive pink bud.

When I have her good and distracted, I hook all four fingers beneath the side of her panties and yank as hard as I can.

Thank god for cheap lace.

After I’ve torn the entire side of her underwear away, Evan’s mouth falls open. “Dallas!
Slow.
”

“I’m losing my patience,” I say darkly. “Let’s see Britain make something out of those two seconds.”

“I liked those panties!”

I flip her over. “I’ll buy you a new pair.”

Her legs split and I kneel in between them. She’s spread just enough for me to get a glimpse of her. The inside of her thighs are soaking wet. I knead her ass, spreading her cheeks with my thumbs until I can see all of her.

Evan’s ordering me to go slow on Britain’s orders, claiming she wants to be toyed with, but I haven’t forgotten how much Evan
hates
teasing. Evan is a shut-up-and-fuck-me kind of girl. Maybe because we had to endure months of teasing each other when we posed for EPE.

When I graze the edges of her pussy, she groans. She grasps at the comforter beneath us, fisting the fabric as I lightly run my fingers up and down her wet slit. When I brush her clit, she whines my name.

“Slow, remember?” I say smugly, enjoying this way too much.

“Bastard.”

Holding my hand flat, I smack her wet pussy, hard enough to make a noise, but not enough to hurt her.

“Oh my god,” she hisses. “Calm yourself. Britain’s going to be watching this.”

“She’s seen worse,” I say. Plus, we’re angled in a way where Evan isn’t exposed to any of the cameras. I smack her again.

“Dallas!”

“Tell me to stop.” I smack her again so my fingertips land below her ass, right where she’s the most wet.

She groans and bucks her hips toward me. I smack her one last time and she hisses, “Fuck.”

“You are a dirty girl, Evan Cosette.” Gripping her thigh with one hand, I hold her down as I slide two fingers into her. “Slow.”

“This doesn’t have to be slow!” Evan practically yells. “The camera can’t see… can’t see your hand.”

I move slower, wiggling my fingers slightly inside her soaking pussy. She cries out in frustration. “Finger fuck me,
now
!”

My cock practically jumps at her order. I pull my fingers out and thrust them back into her as deep as they’ll go, and she screams, “
Again.”

“Ask nicely.”

“
Please!
”

Instead of giving her what she wants, I grab her hips and pull them up. She makes to get up on all fours, but I press on her shoulder, keeping her down so just her ass is in the air. Her legs are spread enough so I can slide down on my stomach between them. Holding myself up on my elbows, I begin licking the wetness off the insides of her thighs. It’s my turn to groan. I don’t do this to her enough, and I should. Every night. Because she tastes fucking divine.

I lick upward, lapping at her soft, wet skin. When I make it to the sweet spot between her legs, I steady myself on my elbows before reaching under her, grabbing the front of her hips. Then I give her one strong lick, starting at her clit and ending at the beginning of her ass. She whimpers and tries to buck against my face, but I hold her still.

“Be a good girl,” I tell her.
“I don’t want to go slow anymore.”

“But you have to do your job.” I blow against her clit and she tries to buck against my face again.

“I don’t care about my job. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me, Dallas!”

I give her another painfully slow lick all the way up her wet slit. I let go of her, surprised she doesn’t try to buck against my face again. Balancing on one elbow, I lick my index finger on my free hand before I run it down the cleft of her ass, to the hole I haven’t gone near before. I feel her whole body stiffen as I rub in circles, massaging her there.

When she gives a moan of approval, I push the tip of my finger past the ring of muscle. I glance to the side of me quick, just long enough to see how her toes are curled and clenched. I slide my finger into her ass a little farther. “Do you like this?” My voice is husky and deep. I don’t know how much more of this teasing
I
will be able to take.

“Fuck yes,” she whispered.

I push until the second knuckle slips into her ass. The breath leaves her in short little gasps, which happens when Evan is on the brink of coming.

Keeping my finger inside of her, I dip my head to her pussy and suck her clit into my mouth. I rub the flat of my tongue against it and she screams her release, her body trembling against me. I remain glued to her, tongue flicking against her clit until she’s begging for me to stop. When I pull my mouth and finger from her, I’m expecting her to collapse on the bed, but she doesn’t. She sits up and turns to me, her face flushed. She licks her lips and her eyes glance at my cock as it strains against my underwear.

The second I sit back, she’s dragging off my boxers. She straddles me and I groan in relief before I even feel her. The great thing about this relationship business—Evan takes the pill religiously at nine p.m. every night. Which means we haven’t used a condom in months. I feel all of her sweet, tight warmth when she sinks down on me.

“That was… amazing,” she gasps.

“And now you want to fuck.” I groan as she rocks her hips. “You’re insatiable.”

“Oh no, sweetheart.” She presses her hands to the wall on either side of my head. “This is all about you.” She leans in and kisses me, her tongue sweeping against mine before pulling away. “Don’t move.”

She picks up her pace until she’s bouncing on top of me, her perfect tits jiggling every time she slams herself back down on my cock. She fucks me relentlessly for minutes, until her clenching muscles push me over the edge and I grip her hips, groaning my release. “Holy fuck,” I breathe, resting my forehead against her chest. “Holy fucking fuck.”

She rolls off of me and flops onto her back, sighing happily. I slide down next to her. “Oh my god.”
“Oh my god is right. You, like…”

“I know.”

“Damn.”

“Fuck.”

“We’re going to have to edit that file before we give it to her,” she says.

And start to laugh, and she does too. She leaves to turn off the cameras, ending the footage that we’re going to have to edit the shit out of before sending to Britain. She turns off the lights, and when she rolls back into bed, we dive under the sheets.

I hold her in my arms, running my fingers through her tangled hair. We start to laugh again, and she kisses my neck, dragging her tongue up my throat.

“Why are
you
laughing?” she asks.

I shrug, knowing she can feel the movement of my body. “Because I feel good. Why? Why are you laughing?”

She giggles and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Because we totally just got paid for that.”

Excerpt

from

THE SHIVER OF WANT

October 28
^th
, 2014

Tess Walker has lived with her best friend Hunter since they graduated from high school. Tattooed, wild, and sexy, both of them spend their weekends at the club and sleeping with strangers to let loose from the clutches of grad school at East Park University.

When Tess’s student loans run dry, Hunter convinces her to audition for the erotica company that employs him. She modelled during her undergrad, after all. But Tess isn’t expecting to instantly become an all-star lead model when the head photographer falls in love with the photos from her audition shoot.

She also isn’t expecting to be paired up with her best friend for the launch of the company’s new website.

To pay the bills, Tess has to pose erotically with Hunter for an entire semester. As the shoots get steamier, the best friend line becomes blurred, and Tess ends up falling for the one guy in her life who is completely off limits.

My knee was giving me probs. Serious probs. If I didn’t knock it off with the dance-floor-gyrating every Friday night, I’d probably end up hobbling like an eighty-year-old by the time I finished my PhD. Which I think is pretty funny. I text the joke to Hunter, hoping to finally catch his attention, since he’s been ignoring my texts all morning. No such luck. I suffer through almost my entire three hour ethics class without so much as an
LOL
reply.

As I listen to my ethics professor drone on and on, I start to worry. Normally, it would be stupid of me to worry, but this is
Hunter
, and Hunter always responds to texts in five minutes. He could be getting head and he’d probably still respond to my text:
Sorry. Blowjob. Can’t talk.