“Yes.” I choke for a moment, and he grins.
“Do you direct your other models like this?” he asks, his eyes flashing with jealousy.
“No,” I reply as he leans in and kisses my camera.
“Good. I want to be your only one,” he says as he sits back. “How else do you want me in this fantasy of yours?”
“Do what you want, baby boy. I just want to capture it,” I say, and awicked look enters his eyes as he strips me, staring at my hard cock before he licks the tip. My groan fills the tent as I fumble with the buttons before I remember what I was doing. I keep taking pictures as he plays, my desire growing with each swipe of his pink tongue. His playful hand explores me like we have no cares in the world, and we don’t.
We have forever together, and he shows me that with each kiss, touch, and taste until I’m on the verge of coming.
“Fuck, enough, baby boy. If you carry on, I’ll be shooting my load down that pretty throat.” His eyes simmer at the idea, and I chuckle. “Later, brat. I want your pretty body stretched out for me first.”
Rolling above him, I peer into the viewfinder and keep taking pictures for a moment before letting the camera hang from the strap. I trace my tongue across the tattoo on each side of his hip then up his abs and chin, then I kiss him until he reaches for me. I sit up and grab my camera once more, taking pictures as my eyes open, narrowed and demanding. His chest heaves, and he looks so sexy.
Sliding down his body, I peer at him over the camera. “Touch yourself.”
His Adam’s apple bobs, but he doesn’t hesitate. One hand slides down his chest and wraps around his cock, while the other touches his neck. He strokes himself as he watches me with half-lidded eyes. I capture the way his mouth parts as he moans my name, the way his skin turns the most perfect shade of red, and how his hands work his length as his dark eyes hold me prisoner until I can’t take any more.
Reaching over, I hand him the bottle. “Get us both nice and ready,” I instruct, my voice hoarse. His chest heaves as he pops the cap of the lube and squirts it all over my length. The cold liquid makes me shiver as his hand wraps around me and works it down my shaft. “You now,” I order, fighting my desire as he lies back. Coating his fingers in the lube, he slips them inside himself as deeply as he can, his puckered hole stretching as he cries out.
“Sorry, baby boy, you’re driving me crazy. I need to be inside you.” I groan, snapping before dropping the camera. Grabbing his legs, I lift them over my shoulders and drive into him. His head drops backas he gasps, his tight ass gripping me, and I thrust as deeply as I can. Pulling out, I work myself back in until he takes all of me. I move slowly with rolling thrusts that have him reaching for me until we fall into each other. Our kiss is sloppy and perfect, our hearts racing in sync.
“Conan, I love you,” he whispers as he pulls back.
“I love you too, baby boy, now let me show you.” I flex my hips, loving the way he moans. Sliding my hand up his body, I grip his flexing pecs, squeezing before biting his nipples then his sides. I wrap my fingers around his throat, anchoring us together and loving the way his eyes melt for me when I do. His hips lift to take me deeper, our moans echoing around the tent.
Lifting the camera, I snap a few pictures before tossing it to the side and focusing on my baby as his cries grow.
“Conan, please, I’m so close—” His head falls back, his eyes sliding shut.
“That’s it, baby boy, come for me,” I murmur as I tighten my hold on his neck and drive into him, hitting those nerves.
His cock erupts across his chest, and I lean down, pressing us together, smearing his cum as he cries out. I try to hold back, but when he whispers my name, I’m lost.
I fill him with my release as pleasure steals everything from me, even my strength.
His mouth is slack as I collapse on top of him, his arms wrapping around me.
I kiss any skin I can reach. “I’m so glad I met you, Mackie. You saved my life back then and now again. I wouldn’t be me without you. Whether it be fate or dumb luck, I don’t care. I’m keeping you forever.”
“Good, because I’m not letting you go,” he whispers, kissing me. “We have a long future before us, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“Where are we going?” Mackie asks curiously, his eyes sleepy as hewatches me drive. I don’t blame him. I kept him up all night, and when I woke up this morning, I had an overwhelming need to do this.
“You’ll see,” I murmur, my hands tightening nervously as I drive. “Nap, baby. I’ll wake you when we get there.”
Nodding, he hums softly and settles deeper into the seat, his eyes closed. I spare him a soft look before focusing on the road. The drive doesn’t take long, but I idle outside, staring at the gate, when Mackie yawns.
“Oh, we’re here?” His smile fades when he looks at the sign. “Conan?”
“There’s someone I want you to meet,” I reveal as I look at him. “If you . . . If you’re okay with that?”
I know he understands, and his face softens as he places his hand on mine. “I’d be honored.”
I slide from the car, and he walks around the front, letting me take it at my pace. For some reason, it feels different than all the other times I’ve been here. “Wait a second.” Mackie hurries to the side, and I tilt my head in confusion before I realize what he’s doing.
When he walks back to me, his hands are filled with a bouquet of wildflowers, and in that moment, I fall even more in love with him.
