I sobered, looking at the gift, which was likely what had made him nervous all night. “Zander, this is really special. Thank you. I love that it’s not brand-new, that it has character and a story and that it’s different. I love that you saw it and thought of me. I took a photography class in high school, and we learned to develop our own photos. I wonder if I could do that again. It would be cool, huh?”
“It would be very cool.”
There were so many things I wanted to say to him, so many ways I wanted to make sure he knew how much I appreciated this, but they would only make him uncomfortable. But this…it must have cost a few hundred bucks. The fact that he bought it when money was so tight for him…well, something must have been very important to Zander for him to do that.
And he’d chosen to. For me.
“Thank you,” I said, then pointed the camera toward him. “Smile.”
And he did, this sexy, bite-your-lip kind of smile I didn’t think he even realized he was doing. I snapped a photo.
“How did people survive without looking at the picture on a screen and the ability to delete it if they didn’t like it.” He laughed.
“I like it.”
“You haven’t seen it.”
“I still know I like it.”
He shook his head. “You’re so dramatic,” he said, but the tone of his voice told me he liked it.
“I have the perfect inspiration.”
Heat flared in his eyes, and then Zander surprised me by lying on his back, hand behind his head, giving me a better look at him. He was hard already, the bulge in his briefs prominent. He touched himself, adjusted his erection…smiled shyly.
“I want to take photos of you,” I told him. It wasn’t something I’d ever done before, taking pictures like this of a lover. I hadn’t even thought of it until that moment. “I want to take photos of you, and then I want to fuck you.”
“What are you waiting for?”
I loved that Zander was up for almost anything when it came to sex. That he might not have hooked up a lot, but he was sexually open, into experimenting, and I wanted to do everything with him. “What indeed.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Zander
I had no idea what we were doing, what I was doing, but for whatever reason, the thought of having Harrison’s full attention that way, of being his sole focus as he hopefully reignited an old passion of his, and me being the center of it? Christ, I needed that just as much as I needed my next breath, as much as the blood pumping through my veins.
I wanted to give him something, yes, but it was more than that. I wanted the evidence of being something to him, wanted his eyes on me, wanted to see his lust for me reflected in the photos we took.
Harrison stood beside the bed and pointed the camera at me. “Are you sure? We’ll develop them ourselves, or we won’t at all.”
“I…I trust you,” I replied, and he snapped another photo and then another.
“Can you push your underwear down some? Not all the way. Give me a little peek.”
I nodded, easing the navy-blue bottoms down slightly so my hip showed, along with a teasing glimpse of the hair at my groin. I bent one leg, continued to relax into the pillows, and looked at Harrison just before I heard the click.
And I felt strangely alive, like in that moment we were the only two people in the world.
“Jesus, you’re so goddamned beautiful,” Harrison said, his voice husky and hoarse.
He got closer, took a face shot, then danced his fingertips down my chest, making goose bumps travel along my arms. He took a photo of that too. Click.
“Can we take these off?” Harrison fingered the band of my underwear. “It’s okay if that’s too far and you don’t feel comfortable.”
He was telling the truth. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind about that. I could tell Harrison no, and he wouldn’t question it, wouldn’t push. But I didn’t want to tell him no. I wanted to be laid bare for him. If I couldn’t do it emotionally, at least I could physically.
I pulled down my briefs, flicked them off. My erection bounced against my stomach, precum already at the tip, dripping to my belly.
Harrison saw, sucked in a breath, then put the camera close and captured the shot. Click.
I put my thumb into the mess, pulled back so it stretched between my cockhead and my finger. Another click.
“Wrap a hand around your shaft for me,” Harrison demanded, and I did. Click. “Arch your back when you do it.” Click.
My balls were aching and full, my cock pulsing, throbbing. I was harder than I’d ever been in my life.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to ever get enough of you,” Harrison said so softly, I was sure he’d meant that for himself and not for my ears. I gasped, fueled by the lust inside me, by the passion in this moment, with this man.
“Me neither,” I admitted. Click.
“Will you get on your hands and knees for me, Mr. Wescott? Show me your pretty little hole?”
My cock twitched again, a wave of trembles rushing over me. “Yes, God yes. Why is it so hot when you talk to me like that?”
“It’s a talent, I guess.” He grinned.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I was, and I wanted to. Wanted nothing more than to have this moment with Harrison when it felt like all the barriers were down. Our rules, our reality, none of it mattered then. We were just two men who took immense pleasure in one another’s bodies, savoring what brought us so much joy.
I knelt in the middle of the mattress, ass up, hands flat on the bed. I spread my legs, bowed my back, looked at him over my shoulder. Click.
I watched as he took another, this one closer, zoomed in on my balls…my ass…the hole that he fucked just right.
My gaze snagged on his bulge, on the wetness on his underwear, proof of how much he was enjoying this too.
“Mmm. I think I’m gonna stick my tongue inside you tonight.” He rubbed my rim with his thumb.
My whole damn body jolted as the most exquisite pleasure rushed through me. “Yes…God yes. I want you.”
There was one more click, and then he set the camera on the nightstand.
“Don’t move,” Harrison said, taking off his underwear, his long, thick erection springing free.
He climbed back onto the mattress, knelt behind me, used his strong hands to spread my ass cheeks, then licked a long strip down my crease before landing at my hole. “Harrison…” My eyes rolled back as he flicked his wet tongue back and forth over my pucker. He feasted on me as if I was his favorite thing, his favorite meal, and he didn’t know when he would ever be able to have me again.
My hands fisted in the pillows as I pushed back against him, damn near trying to ride his face. It was everything, but I wanted more too. And then he spit and pressed a finger inside me, fucking me with it. I saw stars, and it wasn’t even his cock yet. My body had never responded to anyone the way it did with Harrison.
“If I could, I’d keep my face here all night. Push my tongue in your ass and lick you until you came over and over and over again.”
“Fuck yes.” I wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked. He alternated between fingering me and eating me out, bringing me close to the edge before stopping. I whimpered when he pulled back.