He nodded seriously.
“What do you like?” My voice barely scraped past my lips.
KC stared at me, and I froze, lost in the full fire of his direct attention. “Lots of things.”
“All men?”
“Only men.” The pad trembled, then KC blindly tossed it onto my desk.
“Guys like me?”Stupid. Stupid. Why did I?—
He cupped the back of my head with one of his big hands and swooped down. His lips on mine were pure fire. A tremble worked through my body and my stomach twisted with heat. He pulled me closer with a hand on my lower back, and I let out a ragged moan as my hair-trigger dick collided with the solid muscle of his thigh. My hands had a mind of their own as I trailed them up to tease over those obliques I’d been admiring.
KC pulled back to laugh, the warm gust of his breath across my lips drawing me in again. He teased his slick tongue between my lips, and as I sucked on it, my cock bucked in my jeans. I slid my hands up to ghost my thumbs over his nipples, which were hidden beneath his shirt. A jolt of electricity stabbed my stomach and zigzagged to my throbbing cockhead as he lifted me up.
“Oh my God, you’re strong.” I wrapped my legs around his trim waist. The muscles on his body were insane. Things I’d only imagined as I’d drawn them were straining and alive against my body. My head was fuzzy as I buried my face against his shoulder and sucked hard on his neck. The soft skin felt so good in my mouth.
“Easy,” he mumbled but didn’t ask me to stop. He tilted his head to give me more room. “We probably—harder. There.”
I tugged at his shirt, and he leaned back, chest heaving, to study my face.
“Can I see you?” I begged.
He kissed my cheek, a firm press of his lips against my skin, and a strange, beautiful sensation scrabbled through me. “For the sake of art?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
He set me on my feet, then held me steady for a few seconds while I reacquainted myself with gravity. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation on KC’s face as he stripped off his T-shirt, but then again, why would anyone who looked that way worry? He smiled as I stared, struck stupid by all that masculine glory.
I’d read Oscar Wilde’sPicture of Dorian Gray, and at the time, I’d understood being consumed by a muse, a person you wanted to draw and draw and keep to yourself, but I’d had no idea what true obsession was until this moment.
The freckles, the dusting of golden-red hair on his chest, the muscles. So many fucking muscles. I wanted to weep. I wanted to give him a tongue bath. I should probably run away before I fucked this up, but I didn’t.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered, feeling elated and strangely small all at the same time.
“Hold on. You can’t decide something like that without the total package.” A flush slid across his cheekbones, the first hint of any shyness, and he slid his thumbs under the waistband of his jeans.
“You don’t have to show me if you don’t want to,” I said, brushing my fingers over his wrists.
“Next time, you can draw your lumberjack naked.” He winked.
“He wasn’t you!” I bit the corner of my lip and shrugged. We both knew that was a big fat fib.
“You’re too sweet to lie.” He unbuckled his belt and popped the button on those jeans. I held my breath as he pushed them down, along with his underwear.
The cock that sprang out made my knees wobble, and I sank to the floor in reverence. I licked my lips as KC hastily shoved the material farther down his thighs.
“Big,” I murmured.
“It’s all right.” He grinned, and I almost came in my pants for the second time today when he gave himself a small stroke. He was probably on the short side for a porn star, but much bigger than me. The head of his cut cock was pink and kind of heart shaped. Elegant. Of course it was. His shaft curved a bit, which meant that as hard as he was right now, it was one big drop of precum away from kissing his abs.
“Are you just modeling or can I suck you off?” My ears were on fire and I tugged at my collar.Holy shit! I’m going to win that stupid bet!
“Oh fuck. You want to?” His eyes gleamed with feverish excitement. I wanted him to always look that way.
I opened my mouth, and he moaned as he stepped forward and slid his cockhead in. The immediate tanginess that hit my tongue made me whimper. His fuzzy thighs were a perfect warm spot to anchor my hands as I tried to swallow him and gagged.
This was more difficult than I’d thought it would be.
