Page 42 of Brought By the Storm

Carrington lightened the mood. “Nah. It will just make you gag some.”

I pulled the camera away from my face and gulped. “What? I meant the shot.” He laughed. “Asshole,” I joked.

“Is it my turn yet?” he asked.

I wanted to procrastinate, but it just would delay the inevitable. “If you’re tired of posing. I might need to stop anyway. You are so…smoking. I might pop off just looking at you.”

“Mm, such a cum machine,” he murmured.

I walked the camera over to him and tried to focus by instructing him on its use. He seemed intent on getting it right, which relieved both of us from the sexual tension for a few moments. Once he felt he had the mechanics down, he told me to pull the stool in front of the backdrop.

Once I did, I looked at him, awaiting further instruction. “What should I do? You want me to sit on it?”

He chuckled. “No, I want you to dance on it. Yes, sit on it, please.”

“Smart ass,” I muttered, feeling more and more comfortable sassing him for fun, then I took a seat.

“That’s it, baby. Mm, those legs are so sexy. Put your feet on the stool’s rails. Yes, that’s it. I love the slight bend of your limbs. Shows off your calf muscles and your pretty knees.” Carrington began to snap photos, and since he didn’t tell me to smile, I didn’t. I looked at the camera like a rabbit seeing an approaching hawk. “Relax, baby. Give me the look like the one when you saw me wearing your jock.”

I wasn’t sure what that look was, but I pictured him again pushing those jeans down a bit. He smiled. “That’s it. You are so fucking cute. You have this look of awe and lust, mixed with just a bit of innocent wonder. I can’t get enough of you.” I didn’t know what I was doing, but I was glad it pleased him. I might have even grinned a little at that. He seemed to like it, as he told me to keep the expression as he snapped more photos.

After he took several, I thought I should get him to move on before he got bored. “Should I do anything else?”

He pulled the camera away from his face so I could see him better. “Yeah. I think I’d like very much to see you hike up the legs of those shorts and expose more of your thighs. Also, undo one more button on the shirt. Put your hands on the edge of the stool when you’re done.”

I started to pull up the hem of the shorts. He encouraged me to go higher and higher. I was feeling quite exposed, but I was encouraged when I saw him appraising me with smoldering eyes. I undid another button, then grabbed the stool for dear life. “Is this what you wanted?”

“And so much more, baby,” he replied. “You were right about legs. Yours are exquisite. What are you doing that your thighs are so defined? So smooth and waiting to be licked, right up to that sweet hole of yours.”

I squirmed, my erection feeling crammed while I sat in this stiff position. Carrington took some additional photos, then told me to open my shirt altogether. I sighed, but did as I was instructed.

He smiled. “Eric, you are my beautiful angel.” More shots. “Take it off, baby.” I removed the shirt, trying not to think about how vulnerable I felt. “Don’t crouch forward,” he chastised. “Sit up straight and cross your arms.”

I wasn’t sure if I would have thought the pose was sexy, but did what he told me to do. “Better?”

“Oh yes,” he breathed. “Shows off your beautiful arms. You can get off the stool, now. Do the pose you had me do. I want you standing with your hands in your pockets. Look at me like I’m going to come over and rip your shorts off and spank your bottom.” Once I was posing as he had instructed, he was moaning. “Good, baby. That is so fucking sexy.”

Once he took a few more shots, I pointed out that a bead of sweat was dripping down my face. “Maybe we can switch? I didn’t realize how hot the lights get.”

He smirked. “Starting to have more empathy for your models?”

“I am,” I affirmed. “I think I need water.” I walked to the mini fridge I had in the studio and retrieved two bottles, tossing one to Carrington. He unscrewed the top, chugging down the liquid in the most erotic way he could muster. I was turned on, but it also made me laugh. “Jerk.”

He frowned. “Now Eric, you promised to compliment me. If you want to see more, you’ll have to be nicer.” His grin was mischievous.

I gulped down half the bottle. “I’ll be nice,” I squeaked, eliciting more laughter from him. He moved back in front of the backdrop, hands on hips waiting for instruction.

I picked up the camera, afraid it would slip out of my sweating hands. “Oh God. Um, would you lower your pants?” I asked.

Carrington smiled, then pushed his jeans down so that they bunched at the knees. He stood before me, most of his body exposed but for the fine cotton that was encasing his very prominent dick and balls. His legs were as beautiful as I recalled, the light enhancing every muscle and glorious follicle of hair. “Like this?” he asked, batting his eyelashes. I nodded. I couldn’t even venture to speak. I was afraid my voice would sound like a high-pitched cartoon animal. “Should I cross my arms, or something?” he asked. I nodded again, which made him smile. He knew what he was doing to me. He flexed and crossed his arms, placing his hands behind his biceps, causing them to pump up even more for the camera. I thought to myself, Yup, I’m going to cream my pants. I took more photos, wishing I could keep him here like this forever.

“You’re a god,” I managed. That made him smile. He was even more beautiful, because now he was showing off all his snow-white teeth.

“Thank you,” he answered. “I’m glad you think so anyway.”

“Carrington, I don’t know how anyone could see you right now and not think it. You’re stunning.” He nodded a soft thanks my way again. “I think I’d like to see you with the jeans off altogether, if you’re comfortable doing that.”

He blinked a quiet assent, then he shimmied his way to the stool so he could sit to remove his shoes and socks. As he began to slide the jeans off, I took more photos. “Stay on the stool,” I demanded once the jeans were discarded to the corner of the room. “You were right. Your legs look great when you pose, sitting like that.”