Camera Shy (Lessons in Love Book 1)

I’ve never fucked her like this before.

We’re wild. Animals. The way she’s wrapped around me, I’m damn near close to losing control, so I stop myself before I get too carried away.

“Does it hurt from behind?” I pull out and ask her for the thousandth time. Waiting for her to speak, I run my hands over Avery’s smooth, round, fleshy ass. I have to constantly remind myself not to slip my finger into her other tight little hole. It spooks her. She’s not ready…yet.

Her ass is poked up into the air and her face is buried into the pillow, so when she reluctantly mumbles something, I don’t hear her. I’ve been reminding her for the past twenty minutes to speak up, but apparently, she still hasn’t learned her lesson. So I spank her ass, hard. By now I know not only can she take it, she also loves it.

“Speak up,” I growl, rubbing where I swatted, feeling her hot skin under my palm. She purposely mumbles into the pillow again, baiting me. I smack her other ass cheek and she whimpers before she groans.

“Oh my God. Yes.”

“Yes, it hurts?”

She mumbles something into the pillow again.

“Are you trying to piss me off, Queen?”

Avery lifts her head slightly and looks back at me, flashing me those beautiful misty eyes. Her heavy makeup is smeared. She’s sweating and her hair is crazed. She hasn’t looked put together since she was sucking on my cock so professionally, I ended up spilling my first load right down her throat. But the way we’ve been so rowdy tonight in my studio has kept me hard as steel. Not to mention I love the way she looks. Right now, make no mistake, she still looks like a fucking ten and a half. “Am I pissing you off, Finn?”

“A little.”

“Good,” she sasses. “Then spank me harder.”

“Oh, I will, but you need to answer me first. Does it hurt?” Every time I’m in so deep that my sack knocks against her clit she flinches like she’s in pain. I’m all for playing rough, but every woman has her limit and I care about this girl. I’m not trying to break her.

“No. I like it.”

“I didn’t ask if you like it. My cock is completely coated with your cum, baby. I know you like it. But I asked you if it hurts. Am I too deep?” I grab a fistful of her ass. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I can take it.”

“You sure? I can stop.”

She growls in frustration into the pillow and bangs her fist against the mattress, sending a few black rose petals flying. “You’re killing the vibe.”

“What vibe? I thought I was doing a pretty good job,” I say, glancing at my soaked cock, evidence of Avery’s pleasure. I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. There’s nothing I can do about the sweat dripping down my abs. We’re wet. We’re supposed to be.

Avery rolls over to her back and bends her knees, coaxing me between them. The look on her face is of pure intoxication. She’s fucking like she’s greedy, and I love it. “Pirate Finn would never ask if it hurts. He’d tell me to throw my hips back and take him even deeper.”

Pulling my eyes away from her lush tits, I raise my brows at her. “Did you just say Pirate Finn?”

“No,” she deadpans.

Grabbing my chest as I chuckle, I brush her sweaty hair away from her forehead. “Is that what your dirty girl dream was about? Me as a pirate?”

She blinks at me. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Mhm, sure.” I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger with enough pressure that we’re a touch past pleasure and on the cusp of pain. She bites her bottom lip but doesn’t protest. “What else did Pirate Finn do to you?” I slip two fingers into her wet crease and she gasps. “Because you seem to have really liked it.” I hook my fingers and stroke the textured spot inside her walls and she cringes, knowing exactly what I’m trying to do.

“Wait, Finn—oh. This is…your…studio,” she says between moans. I pick up the pace with my fingers.

“Exactly. My studio,” I snarl. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. Is that pirate enough for you?”

“Please don’t,” she begs, but her body and her words are saying two different things. “I don’t want to make a mess in here.”

She’s unnecessarily concerned. I change the sheets after every boudoir session just for my clients’ peace of mind. There’s a mattress protector and fuck it—I’d buy a brand-new bed just to watch her squirt again. I like that she can do it. I love that I’m the first one who showed her she could. But her eyes are filled with worry, and I don’t want to see the stress. I just want to see my sexy queen begging to come.

“Fine.” I remove my fingers and place them near her lips. “If you don’t want a mess, then clean it up.” I smile at her wickedly but soften my tone. “Now, baby. Open your mouth. You’re delicious. I promise you.”

She parts her lips timidly, and I shove both fingers in, forcing her mouth open wide. “Good girl, suck on them like it’s my cock. You do that so well. You never needed me. All these lessons this summer, but you’re the one teaching me. You taught me how to feel good again, do you know that? Do you know how excited I am to be around you? I’m so into you, Avery. You have no idea.”

Her tongue is occupied, licking my fingers clean so she can’t speak. But I can tell she’s burning under the praise.

“Do you like how you taste, baby?” I ask as I pull my fingers out of her mouth.

She squints at me. “Do you?”

I slide down her body and drag my tongue slowly across her crease just to prove my point. “Fuck yes, I do.” I take my time teasing her, getting a little more carried away than I intended to. Her thighs tense and I feel her toes curl as she wraps her feet around my neck. Her whole body begins to tremble when I nip at her clit with my teeth.

“Oh fuck, Finn. Do that again,” she begs.

“No.”

Her eyes pool with disappointment as I rise and position my tip at her entrance.

“Greedy girl. I’ve already made you come like that twice tonight. This time, I want to feel it.” I wrap my hand against her neck, softly rubbing the hollow of her throat with my thumb. “Eyes on me. If you close your eyes, I stop.” I don’t fuck around when it comes to this. When her eyes are open, I can tell if she’s breathing. When they clamp shut, it can go from dangerously sexy to torture. That’s not a game I want to play. “You ready?”

I wait for her small nod and I plunge into her sopping heat at the same time my hand closes powerfully around her throat. It’s sensory overload and she begins to panic through her coughing and sputtering. I loosen my grip. “Calm down. Shh. I got you.” Her breathing eventually goes rhythmic. “Do you think I’d let anything bad happen to you?”

She begins to bridge her hips to match my thrusts and her shallow, panicked breaths turn into moans. I retighten my grip and feel her getting wetter. I’d enjoy the romance just as much, but I made a promise. She held up her end of the bargain and commanded my boudoir studio like a professional model, and now she wants a rough fucking.

“Look at me, Avery,” I growl. She whimpers again as she locks her eyes on mine. “I didn’t spend this summer preparing you for any man except me.” I’m trying to play a part, but my words are true. “You’re mine. This pussy is molded to me. It’s mine now too. No man is ever going to satisfy you like I do.” I lean over her and kiss her roughly. Her lips are swollen and her face is flushed. “Next time you have a dirty dream about me, roll over and wake me up. And I’ll show you how much better I can do it in real life. You hear me?”

She’s near her orgasm. Avery has an obvious tell; her eyes start to roll back in her head.

“Eyes open and on me, or I stop.”

She tries to beg me not to stop. Her words are garbled. She’s able to breathe, but it’s strained, and I’ve had enough. Watching her fleshy tits jiggle around is enough to end me. My cock is so hard it damn near feels close to exploding. She’s clenching around me, making holding back my release intolerable. I bury into her like a maniac. I let go of her throat and she gasps in relief, but she only has a minute. I rotate her hips so our legs are scissored and she’s feeling every single inch of me.

For fuck’s sake. I’m so deep. My entire length is on fire, burrowed inside.

“Finn,” she cries as she clenches her fists. “Don’t stop. It’s so good. I can take it.”

Goddamn. Fucking. Queen.

“Good girl. I knew you could take it. Now you have to race me and win. Come for me.” My non-dominant hand finds her throat this time as I lick my other thumb and swivel small circles around her clit. It takes her barely a minute to shatter around my cock, the pulsing and tightening sending me right over the edge with her. I weave both of my hands through her hair, our lips interlock, and I swallow her sweet cries as I spill every ounce into her.

It takes her what seems like forever to stop trembling underneath me. I pin her down protectively, holding her, warming her until her breathing calms. Her chest rising and falling underneath me must cause me to doze off because I lose a moment of time and wake up to Avery pushing on my chest.

“Finn, get off me. Please.”

“Sorry,” I mumble, peeling our sticky bodies apart. Rolling to the side, I ask, “Squishing you?”

“No, I’m just dripping on you. It’s gross.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Gross?” Reaching down, I pat between her thighs, causing her to clamp her legs shut. She’s correct. She is dripping. “Why is that gross? It’s mine.”

“It’s just a lot,” she mutters and I smirk at her in response. “Proud of that, are you?” She giggles.

“I like to think I have a healthy, potent seed.”

“Ha! And here I thought men only bragged about size.” It’s just the sound of our hearts pounding for a moment and then her voice goes small. “Do you want kids?”

“Oh yeah. Definitely.”

“How many?”

I reach down to find her hand and weave my fingers between hers before closing my fist and bringing her hand to my lips. “As many as my wife will give me. Preferably three boys and then a baby girl that I will spoil so hard, she’ll be the brattiest little diva in the world.”

“That’s a lot of babies, Finn. You probably need to get started soon.”

“Hm, how much do you trust your birth control? Maybe I just did,” I tease.

“Okay, funny man.” She takes her hand back. “I need to get cleaned up.”

I point to the door to my right. “There’s a full bathroom in there. Clean shower, fresh towels, everything you need. When you’re done, come upstairs to the kitchen, okay? I’ll make us a snack.”

She sits up and looks over her shoulder, her long hair spilling over her back and her minty green eyes in a soft haze. Damn, that’s the perfect shot. I wish I had my camera in hand. “I know we said we would talk about things at the end of the summer…but in the meantime…”

“Yeah?”

“What is this then? I mean, should I stay over tonight?”

I clear my throat, trying to hide my agitation. The games are over. I showed my hand. She doesn’t get to hold me at arm’s length or run out on me anymore. “It’s not like we haven’t slept next to each other before.”

“That was a hotel,” she insists. “It’s a little different. This is your home. Your space. Am I supposed to sleep over?”

I sit up and plant a few kisses across her naked back before hoisting myself out of bed. “Yes, from now on, you sleep over.” I pull on my briefs and raise my brows at her warningly. “We’re going to have big problems if you don’t.”