Chapter 34 Avery
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Avery
“You have to keep this secret,” I said as I unlocked the backdoor to my studio.
Both Levi and Mateo sighed dramatically.
“Who are we going to tell?” Mateo asked, shouldering the leather bag he’d brought with him.
I’d told him to bring kink equipment, but now I couldn’t stop wondering what was in there. Floggers? A ball gag? A paddle?
The kink list had come in handy for a variety of reasons, one of them being that I’d mentioned how much I’d enjoy watching the two of them. Voyeuring the two of them would be a major turn on, and it was Mateo’s idea for me to draw them.
That man had all the good ideas. I shouldn’t have been surprised—it was Mateo. I knew just how thoughtful and creative he could be.
As the three of us unleashed ourselves more, the kinkier it got.
“I’m excited to see what you’re hiding in your studio,” Levi said.
My stomach did a little flip. “I don’t let anyone in here for reasons that’ll make a lot more sense momentarily.” Oh god. I was really going to show them my art. My real art.
“The antici . . . pation,” Mateo teased.
“I’m also excited to see what’s in Mateo’s bag,” Levi said.
“Me too,” I admitted.
My cheeks flamed as I let them both in. This little idea to have them model for me was probably terrible, because the painting I was working on would never be able to be seen by the public. But, I was okay with keeping it for myself.
Was that selfish? Painting my boyfriends and keeping it somewhere in my house only I could see? Where would that even be? My closet?
Maybe. I’d find a spot, though. The heart—pussy—wanted what she wanted.
Also—boyfriends?
“Paint us like one of your French girls,” Mateo said.
Oh god. I rolled my eyes, but led them down the hall to the door. I hesitated for a moment, feeling their presence looming behind me. It was hard to think with them so close.
“What’s wrong?” Levi asked.
“Nothing. I’ve just never let anyone else into this room. There’s a lot of . . . art . . .”
“Well, I for one am shocked that there’s art in an art studio,” Mateo said.
I stuck my tongue out at him. My keys jangled as I unlocked the door and pushed it open. I flipped the switch and stepped to the side, allowing them to go in first. Levi sucked in a breath as he entered the room and Mateo planted his hands on his hips in awe.
Mateo let the bag drop to the floor. It made a heavy thud. “Goddamn, Avery,” he whispered. “You’ve been painting these the entire time?”
“Yes.”
I let the door shut behind us and hung my keys on a hook on the wall.
I hugged myself as I walked to the center of the studio, looking around and seeing my space through their eyes.
Windows let in natural light during the day and I made damn sure they were the kind no one could see through from the outside.
An ornamental rug spread over the wood floors, one of my favorite thrift finds I’d hauled all the way from Austin.
A couple plants that were thriving, my ADHD stacks of random books and art supplies scattered around.
Then, there was the art. The erotic paintings combined with regular landscapes and a few experimental pieces too.
“These are so fucking hot,” Levi whispered, gravitating toward one in particular.
“Jesus. Is that a self portrait?” Mateo asked, following after Levi.
I blushed so hard I thought I was going to faint. It was a self portrait of me on my knees in front of a mirror. I’d tied myself up and was fingering myself, my head tossed back in ecstasy.
I forced a slightly panicked chuckle. “I don’t know what it says about me that I did a self portrait of me having an orgasm.”
“I want this,” Levi said.
“It’s not for sale,” I said.
“If he gets one, I also want one,” Mateo said. “I’ll hang it in my closet and look at it all the time.”
I laughed. “Nope. It’s all mine. For my eyes only. Well, and I guess yours now too.”
The two of them continued to walk around my studio as I approached my canvas. I stole nervous glances at them as they murmured to each other.
“Conspiring against me?” I asked.
Mateo turned slightly and I caught the outline of his erection in his pants. His heated gaze met mine and any coherent thoughts disappeared.
“What exactly do you want the two of us to do?” he asked.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. Was I really going to ask them for what I wanted?
Preemptively, I’d put a twin mattress on the floor right in front of my canvas. It had blankets and pillows and would be good for . . . posing.
Levi turned around and was just as hard as Mateo. His attention moved to the mattress, an eyebrow raising. “I think she wants us there. Naked.”
“Modeling, huh?”
“If you don’t mind,” I whispered.
The tension in the air was electric. My blood hummed with lust as I watched Mateo turn to Levi. He reached up, knotting his fingers in Levi’s hair, and led him straight to the mattress.
Fuck. Levi hit his knees in submission, his head tipping back as he looked up at Mateo with an expression I could only describe as reverence. It was the same sense of longing and desire I’d seen in countless classical pieces on museum walls. It was almost spiritual.
Without taking my gaze off them, I leaned down and snatched my sketchbook from under my easel. I grabbed a black brush pen and sat down on the floor, crossing my legs as I flipped to an empty page.
Levi grunted as Mateo pulled his shirt free.
His chest was bare, his muscles still defined, but stomach a little softer than when he’d first come to Whynot.
I loved it. I loved his body and appreciated every inch of him, my drawing hand moving in quick broad strokes, attempting to capture their figures in loose lines.
It was about capturing that feeling. I’d fill in the details later. The sight of them together would live in my mind forever.
Levi’s broad hands moved to Mateo’s hips, tugging at his belt. “Good boy,” Mateo praised. “Take off my boots first. Undress me for our little artist.”
“Yes, Sir.”
My breath hitched.
How in the hell was I going to focus while they were looking so hot?
Heat pooled in my stomach as I watched, lust rolling through me like a wave against the shore. I kept sketching them, never stopping, even as my body vibrated with anticipation.
Levi started with Mateo’s boots and pulled them free, setting them aside and out of the way.
The way Mateo’s cock strained against his jeans was art in itself.
I watched the way Levi ran his calloused fingers up Mateo’s thighs until they met his belt.
He pulled it free, the metal clinking, the leather sliding against denim.
He tugged them down to the floor and caught the head of Mateo’s cock against his lips. My mouth dropped and hand paused as I watched him take Mateo’s cock deep, Levi’s moan echoing through the room.
I was so fucking wet already.
God, this was torture. Part of me wanted to throw down my sketchbook and crawl over to them and beg to be part of this. Beg to please one of them or beg for us to try out some of the threesome positions Mateo had been plaguing our chat with.
Mateo looked up at me as if he knew what I was thinking. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk, his mustache only making it more smug.
“You’d better draw our tough guy on his knees,” Mateo said. “I want that framed for myself too.”
Levi moaned and drew back on a breath, his hand closing around the base of Mateo’s cock. Mateo’s attention was immediately pulled back into the moment. He grunted and grabbed the hem of his shirt, tossing it to the floor.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he said.
Levi did it so obediently. My breath hitched as Mateo took a step back and reached for the kink bag on the floor. The sound of the zip as he opened it echoed around us, amplifying the anticipation.
Just what had he brought for us to try?
He pulled a black piece of fabric from the bag and took it to Levi. He tipped his bearded chin up and leaned in, murmuring something I couldn’t hear. Levi’s eyes fluttered, the softest moan leaving him. He nodded eagerly.
Seeing Levi submit to Mateo was just as hot as me being dominated by him.
“Yes, Sir.”
Without another word, Levi stood up and started to strip while facing me. My mouth watered and I started sketching again, only breaking eye contact with him to keep my lines moving. Drawing was second nature to me, which made this easier.
He looked so damn good. I sucked in a breath as he took his briefs down, revealing his cock—but there was something around his cock and balls. A ring? A cock ring?
“Oh my god,” I whispered.
Mateo’s smirk told me the bastard had planned this. Always two steps ahead when it came to who could turn who on. Precum dripped from Levi’s cock, his eyes shutting as Mateo came up behind him.
“Kneel on the mattress.”
His knees hit the cushioned surface and he put his wrists behind his back. Mateo held up the black fabric and I realized as he pulled it over Levi’s head—it was a hood with a hole around his mouth.
“Feel good?” Mateo asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. You’ll tell me if anything hurts or doesn’t feel right.”
“I will, Sir.”
“Good boy. I’m looking at our little artist right now and she’s so flustered. I bet her pussy is dripping while she draws you with a ring around your cock and a hood on your head.”
I could only see Levi’s sly smile. “I’m sure she is, Sir.”
“We’ll see how long her concentration lasts.”
Mateo returned to the bag. He rummaged around inside until he drew out a leather set of bondage cuffs along with a leash. What is he doing?
My hand kept moving and I glanced down at my page, seeing all of the loose sketches I’d made. I flipped to the next page, knowing I’d fill it up just as quickly.
It was getting harder to focus as I watched them. Mateo brought the cuffs and leash to Levi, clasping them around his wrists behind his back. He paused, his hands settling on Levi’s shoulders and massaging them carefully.
“All good?”