right."
"And, mi cielo?"
She shivered as that alluring timber seeped into her skin, heating her blood enough to evaporate her token resistance. She put some pressure on her cut thumb and looked up at him. "Yes?"
"Don’t make me wait too long."
Chapter Two
Sebastian rolled his shoulders and let the photographer's assistant spray him with oil, hardly breathing as the man rubbed it in, putting a bit more pressure than necessary into his stomach muscles, inches above his stirring cock. More than once . . . Henry, yes, that was his name, had moved in so close his breath stirred the curly, dark hairs above Sebastian's shorts. Sebastian gave the man a heavy lidded once over. His mouth was nice and soft, his bottom lip plump, wet from licking it again and again. Sebastian didn't tolerate teasing.
"Go lock the door." Sebastian put his hands on his hips as Henry froze and gaped up at him, cheeks crimson under the dusting of black scruff. He gave the man a slow smile. "I apologize. Perhaps I've misread your intentions."
"No, I just . . . ." Henry fisted his oil slicked hands by his sides. "It would be unprofessional of me to—"
"What is it you want to do to me, Henry?" Sebastian let the r roll off his tongue and smiled as the man shuddered. "You're here to prepare me for the last set of photos. You've tested my endurance, hovering around my cock, practically drooling, making it clear you want me to shove it down your throat." He grabbed Henry by the back of the head and pulled him close to whisper against his lips as he ground his dick into the smaller man's stomach. "This photo shoot is important for the team. I won't do the last set with a hard-on. If it pleases you, consider this part of your job."
Henry groaned and panted into his mouth. "I'm not gay."
"I never said you were." Sebastian traced his tongue along Henry's bottom lip. "Now go lock the door."
Seconds later, the lock clicked. Henry tripped forward, dropping hard on his knees and pulling Sebastian's shorts down past his hips. So clumsy. So abrupt. Not what Sebastian was used to. But he had to get himself in hand before that girl arrived.
"Do you have a condom?" His jaw clenched as he caught the ice in his tone. He never treated even casual lovers this callously.
Henry simply nodded, breathing hard as he pulled a condom from his back pocket and quickly covered him. At least the man came prepared.
Hot lips closed around his dick, but all he could see was the girl’s big eyes, fresh spring green and blue with tiny flecks of gold like the first light of dawn around her wide pupils. Strange colored hair, like the night sky lit by the glow of LA, more blue than black, but it suited her somehow. She reminded him of a rare piece of art, something risqué and original. He collected rare pieces, always finding a way to possess them, no matter the price. But possessing a beautiful man or woman didn't usually cost him a thing. They could be purchased with the right words, the right touch.
If I had any interest in wasting my time with shallow affairs.
A sloppy suck brought a growl from him and he put his hand on the back of Henry's head to guide him. If it hadn't been so long since he'd gotten off with anything but his own hand, he wouldn't have bothered with Henry. He had played with submissives at the club for a while because they were discrete. Right under the noses of his own teammates he could take a man and a woman into a private room and fuck them both with none the wiser. But it had became more and more difficult as he grew to like the other players and hiding brought shame that made it impossible to even get hard. He had stopped wasting his time over two months ago.
The way the sky haired beauty had knelt and stared up at him made him feel pure, raw lust for the first time in what seemed like forever. He could already see his marks on her lightly tanned flesh, from his belt, his whip, his fingers digging into her hips . . .
Teeth grazed him and he sucked in