“Look,” I said as I held the screen between us and slid through the images.
“Wow,” he murmured as he used one free hand to swipe through the pictures as his other hand rested on my ass, his fingers gently squeezing the globes.
“They’re really good. You’re very photogenic.”
“it has nothing to do with me, beautiful. That’s all you. Look at the way the light is bouncing off the windows and reflecting across the frame. It looks like I’m in the clouds. I’ve never seen anything like it. Can you send these to me?”
I was both humbled and ecstatic. It was one thing for your parents and coworkers to praise your work, but for a man you’d idolized your entire life to see and appreciate your passion was an entirely different thing.
“Yeah, I can send these to you. I’ll need your number, though.”
“Don’t you have it?” he asked, surprised. Asher probably figured that with my dad being his best friend, I’d have had his number for emergencies, but Dad was always worried about one of my friends scooping up the number and using it. I understood the safety aspect even though it sucked.
“No, but I do promise to put you in my address book as fairy king if that makes you feel safer.”
We both laughed at the joke and all tension in the room dissipated. Asher recited his number and I casually added it to my contacts. It was all a façade. The teenager inside me was jumping up and down.
“You know,” he began as I finished typing in his number. “You should be working for Rolling Stone or Time, or something like that. The way you’re able to capture the essence of someone in a picture is remarkable. Damn, even National Geographic should be knocking at your door.”
“I appreciate that, and one day I hope to work at any of those. It would be a dream. But I’m still young and I want to prove myself first.”
“You just need to get the pictures in their hands because that is all the proof they need. I mean. . .look at what you just did with a phone camera.”
“Asher. . .” I sighed. He seemed to be caught on the topic of my job and that was absolutely not what I wanted to be doing at that point. I wanted to taste his cock in my mouth.
He must have sensed my urgency. Suddenly my phone was ripped from my hands and tossed onto the cushion next to him. “Now, where were we?”
I placed both my hands on his cheeks and leaned forward, sealing my lips with him. There was no begging his mouth for entrance. I shoved my tongue in his mouth, wanting to explore every inch of the crevice. He eagerly attacked mine in return. That damn lip ring piercing was going to be the end of me as it scraped along my lower lip.
My hips rocked back and forth as we kissed, my core igniting in heat as I felt his erection harden. That was exactly where I wanted him.
Pulling away, I slithered down his body until I was kneeling on the floor in front of him. Asher casually caressed my cheek before slouching and resting both arms against the sofa’s back.
With nimble fingers, I quickly unlatched the button of his jeans and tugged down the zipper. His cock was already straining against the waistband of his briefs. I already knew of his size, so I couldn’t believe he was able to contain it in his pants. But I didn’t know many of the male secrets.
But one thing I did know was that I enjoyed watching Asher squirm beneath my touch. I slid my fingers along the elastic waistband and felt his body jerk from my tease. My finger slipped beneath the fabric and I felt the tip of his hardened cock. I smiled as Asher’s breath caught.
“Christ, Addison. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.”
“Baby, I’m just getting started,” I warned. With a yank I pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees, then reached behind me for the plastic bag with the goodies.
I wasn’t quite ready for them yet, but I wanted them close by.
Setting back on my heels I gazed up at Asher with both of my hands planted on his knees. I was at his complete command and he had no idea. I’d been his for the taking since I was younger. The age difference was too great when we were younger. Now it didn’t seem so off the wall.
Not that my body cared. All I knew was that I wanted him and he wanted me. It was a matter of chemistry and I fucking excelled at science.
Leaning forward I licked the underside of his exposed cock until I reached the tip and I swirled my tongue around the opening.
“Oh fuck,” Asher said as he body clenched beneath me. There was something powerful about having someone vulnerable at your whim.
“Tell me what you want, Asher. Tell me what you desire.”
“Oh, baby. Addison,” he rumbled. “You could do anything and it would be perfect.”
“Yeah?” I asked slipping my fingers around his shaft and lifting it toward my mouth, and engulfing the tip between my lips.
“Oh fuck, yeah. Jesus Christ, I don’t want to think about where you learned that,” he grumbled as I pulled away and released some of the saliva from my mouth onto his cock to lubricate it while I continued to stroke his elongated shaft. The erection was growing thicker and longer in my hand.