“Maybe just stand there in a natural pose?” I say with a pathetic cracking voice.
He drops his cock and I swallow as I watch it bounce down before coming to a rest between his powerful muscular thighs.
“Like this?” he asks as he rests his hands at his sides and stares at me with his chin in the air. He looks so powerful and masculine. Like a true alpha standing there and staring at me with an expression that lets me know in perfect clarity that he’s down to fuck. Those dark brown eyes are the epitome of ‘fuck me eyes’ and they’re fully focused on me.
I squirm on the stool, fully aware of how unprofessionally wet my pussy is getting. I have to tone it down if I’m going to last through this. I haven’t even touched the canvas yet.
“That’s perfect,” I say as I hide behind the giant canvas so I can catch my breath. If I can capture even ten percent of his sexual essence, Peggy is going to be thrilled.
I have to remember what I’m doing this for—my job, my career, my home, my income. A chance to paint for a living while every other artist I graduated with is waiting tables, wishing and hoping they can take my place.
It’s time to be professional. It’s time to be cool. It’s time to put my big girl pants on and get the job done.
I take a deep breath and pop back out from behind the canvas.
“Holy shit,” I whisper when I see the size of Cole’s anaconda. It will never not be shocking to witness. How does that even fit inside a girl?
“Did you say something?” he asks.
“No,” I quickly answer. “I’m just trying to find the perfect shade of paint for your skin.”
“Let me see what you have,” he says.
I quickly mix a few shades that seem to match his skin tone with tiny differences and then bring them over for him to see.
“These are some options,” I say as I keep my eyes high above his waist.
“Come closer,” he says in that deep growly voice. “You’re too far and I don’t want to lose my position.”
I gulp as I take a few steps closer, approaching carefully like I’m approaching a wild lion.
My body tingles all over as I stand in front of him. It’s the first time I’ve been in the same room as a naked man and it’s having a strong reaction on my body. My legs start trembling as I steal a quick peek at his naked chest.
“Let’s try them out,” he says as he scoops his finger into the first glob of paint. I watch breathlessly as he slides the paint over one of his abs. I try to focus on seeing if the paint matches his skin tone but it’s hard to focus on anything but that big blurry dick hanging proudly between us.
“Not bad,” he says. Not bad at all.
He scoops another shade of paint and smears it on his other ab. “What do you think of that?” he asks.
I nod my head a little too much as I stare at his abs in awe. “I love it.”
“It’s a little off,” he says. He takes another scoop and spreads it along his bottom ab. Holy shit… that’s so close to his… It’s right fucking there!
“How do you like that?”
“I like it,” I say in a breathless tone. “I like it a lot.”
I turn around with my head swimming. I feel so light-headed that I’m worried my feet are going to leave the floor. I’m either going to float up to the ceiling or faint.
“I’ll just be sketching your frame today anyway,” I say as I walk back with my eyes squeezed closed. “We’re still a few days away from picking out paint for skin tones.”
“You just let me know whatever you need,” he says as I sit back down on the stool, thankful to be grounded like this. “I’ll give you whatever you need, Mila.”
Does he realize how dirty his words sound? How does he know that I need more than just a model right now? How does he know that I need him for more than just posing?
“Just take your pose and I’ll start sketching,” I say as I feel my nipples hardening inside my bra. “That’s what I need most from you.”
“Okay,” he says as he takes his sexy pose, “but if your needs change, I’m here to fulfill them. All of them.”
I gulp as I start sketching him out, starting with that big beautiful cock of course.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cole
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It’s been torture trying not to get hard in front of this sweet delicious girl. Her eyes have been roaming all over me for the past three hours, taking in every inch of my naked body.
She’s not the only one looking. My eyes have been just as busy, just as hungry, as I stare back at her. I can’t see much with those baggy overalls covering the juiciest parts and with her hiding behind the giant canvas, but I can see her stunning blue eyes fierce in concentration and that’s enough to keep me engrossed for hours.