Page 43 of Brought By the Storm

He let me shoot some photos as he sat. I wanted to rub my hands all over his calves and up those beefy thighs. His dick was still hard and stretching the already too small jock that encased it. I couldn’t wait to see him naked. He watched me with hooded eyes, waiting for his next command. I explained that I wanted him on the chair so he could lean back and show me a part of his exposed ass. We dropped the sex toy bag on the floor and moved the chair in front of the backdrop, though he was careful not to let me see his butt when we did so. I told him to take a seat, and lean forward with his forearms resting above his knees. This started him off with preserved modesty, but the teasing pose was flammable. “That’s it. Look at me like you want to eat my ass.” Carrington smiled at that, recognizing I was mirroring his tactics. Once he did, though, I thought I’d combust.

“Should I lean back into the chair now?” he asked.

“Yes please,” I whispered, my face sweating even though I was no longer under the lights. Carrington pushed back a bit, taking a hold of each arm of the chair. I snapped some shots of him like that, his bulge on display, rivaling the beauty of his face, chest, and limbs. Without instruction, he pushed his butt forward more on the chair, reclining his head in a sexy, almost dazed way. He lifted one foot to put on the seat of the cushion, exposing one of the jock’s straps and a good portion of his ass. “Oh my God, Carrington. You’re…I don’t even know what more adjectives to use. Whatever superlatives there are, they apply.”

He smiled. “Is my butthole showing? I doubt it’s cute like yours.”

“It’s not,” I said. “I mean, it’s not showing! Sorry, I didn’t mean it’s not cute. Um, maybe if you lean back some more, and pull your foot more toward you. Move your other leg so that it’s resting over the arm of the chair.”

He flushed, but did it to my surprise. His gorgeous butt was on full display. There was some light hair on the crack and the faintest of hairs on his ass cheeks where they met his upper thighs. His small, dark hole was visible, and I realized I had never seen one in real life. Nobody had ever allowed themselves to be so vulnerable just to please me. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked with some nervousness.

I felt a wave of emotion which was more than lust. I was moved that this, until now, straight man was giving so much of himself. “I…I…”

He sat upright. “Are you okay? Is something wrong? Is there a bad flashback or something?” He was now worried and all the sexiness was gone.

I sighed. I feared if I thought about it too much, I’d tear up. “I’ve never had anyone put my desires before their own. I know this is not something you’re comfortable doing, and the fact that you’re doing it just to please me is kind of overwhelming. I’m ruining this. I’m sorry.”

He shushed me again, pulling me to him and kissing me all over my face. Once I calmed down, he backed up his head to look at me. “Well, thank God. I thought I had hideous hemorrhoids or something.” He laughed.

I croaked out one in return before slapping his shoulder. “You’re a jerk.”

“You’re a jerk,” he returned.

“I’m sorry, Carrington. I don’t remember anyone ever doing something so trusting with me. And you’re wonderful, and I don’t know why I’m still talking because I’m sounding more and more stupid with every word.”

Carrington pulled me to the sofa with him and maneuvered me to lie down on top of him. “Let me hold you. I’ve noticed you relax when you have some compression.”

I sighed. “I hate being so messed up when it comes to sex.”

He smiled. “That wasn’t my impression. You’ve been the best experience I’ve had. It’s just your first time feeling an emotional pull during intimacy. It can be overwhelming, as you put it. We can stop doing this, if you’d like.”

I looked at his face, sure my eyes were pleading for him to reconsider. “Carrington, please no! I’m sorry.”

Carrington wiped his thumb across my lips, then onto my cheek. “Baby, I’m not punishing you. I’m trying to make you comfortable.”

“No! No, I don’t want to be comfortable. I want to feel like this. Like someone might think I’m hot.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re still unsure that I see you that way? What more do I need to do to convince you?”

“Keep going with our plan,” I begged.

He chuckled. “Are you manipulating me just to get in my pants, Mr. Turner?”

I looked at his bared torso and legs. “I think I already accomplished that.”

Carrington swatted my arm. “So fresh. Okay, we’ll continue. But just lie here for a minute to cool down. This time, I don’t want you to come in your underwear. I want to watch it shoot.”

I moaned. His dirty talk wasn’t calming me. “This is the best day of my life. I didn’t want it to end with me fainting just from seeing a hot guy’s ass.”

Carrington snickered. “Well, maybe it’s not just any hot guy’s ass. Maybe I should look at those pictures. I’ve never seen that…part of me. It must be something.”

I smirked at his teasing. “Let’s just say, now I get the whole wanting to eat ass thing,” I admitted. “If you had pointed out someone walking down the street and asked ‘would you like to eat their ass?’ I would have gagged, but now that I’ve seen yours…” He appeared apprehensive. “I’m talking too much again. I’m happy with whatever you like.”

He paused, then ran a hand down my back. “This is all so new to me. I’m enjoying it, but…”

“I know,” I told him. “It’s a lot happening fast. I won’t do anything other than what pleases you.”

He sighed. “There are those words again. Eric. I am glad you want to please me, but you deserve someone who considers your wants, too. I didn’t say no to you. I’ll think about it. Okay?”