Page 41 of Brought By the Storm

“I think you may have been giving some of the girls too little credit,” I hurried. “I know Stefan is the classic handsome man. He may even be the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” Carrington frowned a bit. “But I’m way more attracted to you. I know this sounds silly, but he’s too handsome. I think when someone is perfect, they aren’t perfect—at least to me. There’s nothing interesting about their features. They’re pretty, but there’s nothing quirky to add an element of cuteness and accessibility. You are almost perfection from a clinical perspective, but I love that one of your bottom teeth is crooked, that you have those little crinkles at the corners of your eyes when you grin and you have a couple of unmanageable waves in your hair. It makes you more…adorable.”

He smiled, and it made me wonder if it was to show off two of the features I complimented. “Adorable? Nobody has ever called me that. I must admit, this photo shoot is…arousing, but I fear I may feel foolish. Kind words like that will help me feel less so.”

I nodded. “I am happy to point out how nice you look as you pose for me.”

He walked over to me and put a hand on my cheek. “I will do the same as I photograph you. It will be easy for me to do so. You, Eric, are the one who is adorable.”

I swallowed, aroused and anxious about the reminder that he’d also be studying me under bright lights. “Um, how do you want to start?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re the professional. I’ll rely on your expertise. You take control when you hold the camera. I’ll be your muse and do as you wish.”

I felt myself straining my boxer briefs. This was better than Christmas morning. “Okay. Um, let me just put down this bag.”

He smirked. “Wait. Let me see this purple thing of which you spoke.” He reached into the bag, extracted the toy and he examined it with curiosity. “It’s rather like a very thin, miniature submarine.”

I laughed. “I guess. Now I’ll be thinking that when I watch it…submerge into the depths.”

He grinned and put the toy back in the bag, taking the whole lot of them off my hands and putting the package on a nearby chair. The studio was set up with a backdrop, lighting and a couch, chair and stool for models to use. The way my hands were shaking, I was afraid I would drop my camera when I grabbed it. “Relax, Eric,” he soothed. “I’m trying, too. This should be about us having fun, yes? No guilt, no embarrassment, and no worries about judgment. I trust you. Trust me, too.”

“You’re so thoughtful. I could kiss you,” I blurted. “But you had your tongue in my ass.”

He gave me a half grin. “I brushed my teeth and gargled when you were changing. Is that not enough?” he asked. “Will I forever be deprived of your kisses now?”

I walked to him and stood on my toes to press my lips on his. “I love kissing you.”

He smiled. “Me too. So, what now?”

I tried to calm my excitement. “Um, how about we start with photos of you clothed? It will help you to feel more comfortable. You’re so good-looking. Maybe I could keep some of those shots?”

He seemed to consider it, then nodded. “Okay. You may keep the ones of me clothed, but just for your personal viewing.”

“Great.” I exhaled. “Um, go stand before the backdrop. Maybe just put your hands in the pockets of your jeans and look at the camera. Give me that gorgeous smile of yours.”

Carrington did as I asked, but he was stiff and his smile wasn’t natural. “Like this?”

“Um, yes, but remember what you said. Relax. It’s me, admiring you, remember?” That seemed to work, and his smile became broader and more genuine. His posture relaxed, and I was able to snap off a few shots. “That’s it, Carrington. Just be yourself. You are so gorgeous. I love the way that knit shirt clings to your chest and shoulders. I can see the peaks of your nipples against the cotton. It’s…erotic.”

I could see the intimate talk motivated him more than the pleasantries. The smile vanished and his look became more heated. He puffed out his chest a bit more. “Should I keep standing like this?”

“Um, I have some nice shots of you posing that way,” I said. “Would you roll up your sleeves and do the same pose before we proceed to something else? I’d like to get those hairy, muscular forearms highlighted.” Carrington followed my directions, then gazed at the lens. “Oh my God, Carrington. That’s perfect. You are incredible. So sexy.” Snap, snap, snap. “Um, can we do a shot with your jeans unbuttoned and your fly down?”

Carrington hesitated for a second before undoing his pants as instructed. “How shall I pose?”

He had put on my white, athletic jock strap and it made my dick fill. “Maybe cross your sexy arms, but have them pull up the hem of your shirt to show some of your belly.”

Carrington maneuvered the scene as I choreographed, and I thought I could come looking at him. “That is so hot. I love the happy trail from your stomach to the waistband of the jock.”

He smiled, and I took more shots of him showing off his pretty teeth. “I like you directing me,” he confessed.

I gurgled. “Uh, can you take your shirt off?”

He gave me a sassy look. “I don’t know? Can I? I thought you were in charge.”

I swallowed. “Take off your shirt.”

Carrington lifted the hem of his shirt and teased me by taking his time pulling it up his incredible torso and over his head. The process messed up his well-coiffed hair, and it made him look even sexier. He tossed the shirt away from the staged area, then put his hands back in his pockets, pushing the jeans down enough to show the full waistband of the jock strap. The way his arms pulled forward pumped out his pecs, and I knew if I died with having seen just that, my life had been worth living. “You’re not saying anything, boss,” he whispered.

“Um, I’m kind of getting shaky,” I confessed. “Carrington, you are the most amazing man I’ve ever seen. Your face, your body…” I started popping off more shots. “So beautiful. Please push your jeans down a bit more. I want the skin of your legs under the waistband to show.” He did, his eyes somewhat glazed. His action also revealed the cloth-covered base of his hard dick. “Jesus. That is going to kill me.”