Page 204 of Just for the Cameras
His jaw clenches.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Would it be like the one we just had?”
“Yes, but without the cretin sleeping on the couch.”
I chuckle and slide my fingers farther, just above his pubic bone.
“Jesus,” he whispers as his thumb rubs over my nipple, making me so wet.
“I don’t know, it’s kind of nice having someone as an audience. It makes it more…naughty, don’t you think?” I slide my hand farther into his shorts until they connect with his growing length.
His eyes grow dark, he wets his lips, and then he yanks my shirt up and over my head and turns me to face the mirror. He pushes his shorts and briefs down before lining himself up behind me.
“Yes,” I whisper, spreading my legs as I look at our reflection. My cheeks are flushed, his muscles contracting as his hands grip my sides.
“You want this cock?”
“Yes, fill me, Graydon.”
He groans, then positions himself at my entrance. “Stare at me in the reflection when I enter you. I want to see the moment I bottom out.”
My eyes fall onto him as he slowly enters me, stretching me out to the point of almost pain, and with one final thrust, he fills me to the hilt, causing my mouth to fall open in surprise.
“That’s it, beautiful. Show me how you take my cock.”
“I love it,” I say, looking him in the eyes. “I love when you make me come.”
“Mmm…good girl,” he says right before slapping my ass.
“Oh God,” I moan. My words are louder than I want them to be, but I’m unable to control my volume.
Fingers digging into my hips, eyes on me in the mirror, he pumps into me, slowly at first, drawing out the pleasure and creating a heat between us that ignites the moment I purposefully squeeze around him when he pushes in.
His eyes light up as his mouth falls open, and oh my God, it’s the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever seen.
His chest tightens, his muscles flexing in a way that I’ve never seen before, and when he pushes in again, I squeeze once more.
“Fuuuuck,” he drags out and pauses, eyes still on me, taking a few deep breaths. “You’ll make me come early again.”
“Good,” I say as I squeeze one more time as he enters me.
“Jesus…fuck,” he grumbles, and then his eyes fall to my ass, his pace picking up, his body slamming into mine, the sound of slapping skin filling the bathroom.
But I watch him the entire time. I watch how the muscles in his neck tighten.
I watch the way his teeth bear down on the corner of his lip.
I watch the flex of his abs, which turn into impossibly carved stones as he moves in and out of me.
“Shit, beautiful, you’re so goddamn tight. So perfect.”
His voice is gruff, like he’s about to slip any second.
“Fuck,” he groans as I clench around him, my orgasm climbing, tightening, pulling all my attention to that one sacred spot driving my pleasure.
But I don’t shut my eyes. I don’t let my gaze slip because I want to watch him. I want to see him when he comes.
