I can feel his blood rushing as he holds his breath in anticipation.
I’m not usually one to want to be in control, but doing this is making me wet. The idea of having him inside my mouth is enough to make me come.
I press my tongue to the soft spot and slowly cover the head with my lips, and Zane groans.
“God…” he lets out. “You’re killing me, baby.”
“I’ve hardly done anything,” I say teasingly.
“I know,” he says. “That’s the point.”
“No, I think this is the point,” I say before moving my hand in a firm downward stroke, before taking the head further into my mouth.
Zane’s head falls back, and he lets out a gritty moan. I watch as his arousal takes over his expression. Every stroke, lick, and swirl of my tongue gets a reaction out of him. His torso flexes, and the rivets become more pronounced as he strains to avoid coming too quickly. I know the signs. I can see it. I can feel his cock growing harder in my hand and the pulsing of his cock on my tongue. I know the pleasure he’s feeling is strong, and so is his struggle for control.
“You’re going to end me, baby girl. You know that?” he asks. And I do know that.
“That’s the whole point,” I say, licking my lips before sucking him again. I take hold of his cock in my hand and quicken the strokes from base to tip, twisting and tugging until he is so close to the edge that he is practically shaking.
“Fuuuuuccccckkkk,” he says again, gripping the bedding in his hands. I close my mouth around the head of his cock, sucking and teasing him with my tongue, while fucking him with my hand until everything breaks loose.
Zane lets out a satisfied groan before his body slowly relaxes. Just before I pull him from my mouth, I see a camera flash. I look up and find him holding my camera with a cocky grin.
“That one’s just for you,” he says. “I’m going for a swim.” He leans down and kisses me before shoving to his feet and heading out to the pool. I get up from the floor and sit down on the bed to go through the photos. They’re incredible, especially with a black and white filter.
They show all his sides. Serious. Sexy. Playful. Pensive. Then there’s the goofy one with his tongue out. It shows a side of him I don’t think people get to see very often. A side people would love to see. It’s the real, everyday Zane, not just model Zane; it would make a great story.
Chapter 20
Zane
That mouth.That fucking mouth.
Even in my sleep, the feeling of Ashlyn’s lips around my cock is vivid. It consumes my dreams and feels like I’m reliving it. She sucked and licked me, teasing every nerve I have from the bottom of my cock to the top. The orgasmshe pulled from me with each glide of her hand and every movement of her tongue was so intense, I could barely contain myself.
Dream or not, I am going to come again as I relive that blowjob. As I near the climax, my cock is throbbing so hard and my heart is pounding so violently that it’s almost like an alarm is going off.
And that’s when I realize…an alarm is going off.
An actual alarm.
I bolt upright in bed, my body in a cold sweat as I realize my phone is buzzing. It’s an alert from the security system.
Movement detected. Front door cam.
I shove up from the bed and grab a pair of gray sweatpants, fumbling for a second before stepping into them. While Ashlynmade the stipulation that she didn’t want security cameras all over the house, I wasn’t going to get rid of all of them. I still have a front door cam and one at the back door too. I also have one near my bedroom window. One can never be too careful, and photographers these days are ruthless. If I had to guess, that’s who I am dealing with now. A desperate, inconsiderate photographer, maybe even the same one as before. Whoever it is, they need to back the fuck up.
I check on Ashlyn real quick just to be sure it wasn’t her. But when I peek in the door, she is sound asleep, lying diagonally in the middle of the giant bed, a tangle of pillows and blankets and a mess of wavy red hair.
I smile briefly before heading to the front door to check the camera. I look at the screen, and the live black-and-white picture of the front porch. It appears there’s no one and nothing there. Everything seems quiet and as it should be.
I check through the peephole and still, I see nothing. I consider opening the door, but it would sound the alarm unless I turn the whole system off. I’m too tired for that. I just want to get back to my bed and back to that dream.
I pad back down the foyer, but before I reach the living room, I hear a noise. I don’t know what it is, but it’s enough to stop me in my tracks.
It’s sudden. High pitched. Almost like a whimper. Like someone crying. Someone small.
It stops, and I stand still, holding my breath. For a moment I wonder if I imagined it. Hell, for all I know, I’m still dreaming. Maybe I’m still asleep and in one of those weird dreams where I think I woke up, but actually didn’t.
