Chapter 17 #2
The first half of August, Russ and I communicated every day.
The last half of August, we saw each other more, but it was at a distance.
The shift was so abrupt, and I never got over it.
I never made peace with it. As I stared into his eyes, I couldn’t deny it.
There was too much that existed between us for us to just end like that.
But there was also no way for us to move forward because there was too much to lose.
The photographer had gotten some impressive shots before the sky opened up and there was an instant downpour.
We’d worked through the overcast sky and then the drizzle.
But it was an unpredictable summer storm at its finest. Big aggressive droplets hit us.
The photographer took several more pictures before calling it.
“Go, go!” he yelled, gesturing for his assistant to grab his stuff.
Scrambling, we ran inside and took cover.
Our clothes were dripping wet. The photographer said he wanted to get similar shots with Jacqueline and Taisha as well, but all of us were wet.
I was able to change into something else completely.
The others had to dry out before they could get changed for the day.
Because of this, I grabbed a towel and headed to a changing area by myself.
Seconds after I got behind the partition, the door opened again.
Pulling my damp shirt over my head, I put the garment on a hanger. “That was quick,” I yelled out as I wiggled out of the jeans.
My remark was met with silence.
My nipples hardened from the cold air hitting my skin and I glanced up to the vent. The one in the back corner offered the most privacy, but a rain-soaked body and a high-powered air conditioner made the choice questionable.
I should’ve picked a different spot, I thought.
I reached behind me, unhooking my bra, and then paused when I heard footsteps drawing closer. I was just about to peek around the partition when a deep, velvety voice finally replied from the other side of it.
“What was quick?”
My stomach flipped. “Russ?” I whispered.
Stepping around the corner, Russ stood in the space between the partition and the wall. His handsome face was expressionless. His lips were parted slightly as he inhaled and exhaled steadily. His eyes locked with mine and we just silently stared at each other.
I was surprised to see him standing three feet away from me. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t until his gaze swept down my body that I even remembered I was standing in an unhooked brown bra and matching satin panties.
My heart rate spiked.
When our eyes met again, I leaned forward slightly and let my bra slip down my arms. The moment it hit the carpeted floor, Russ closed the gap between us. Grabbing my face, he crashed his lips into mine as he forced me backward. My back hit the wall and I gasped.
He kissed me hungrily. His soft lips moved over mine, dominating me, consuming me. I knew I craved him. But that kiss made me realize how deprived I felt without him. And when his tongue grazed mine, I fully gave in. I lost myself in that kiss and I felt everything, everywhere.
I clawed at his shirt, pulling his body closer to mine. Feeling his growing bulge pressing against me, my body shivered. My hand slipped between us and as soon as it slid across the front of his pants, something animalistic took over the both of us.
We pawed each other, deepening the kiss. I wasn’t sure when I’d unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, but the moment I wrapped my hand around his thick dick, my knees weakened. Only his boxer briefs separated us, and I knew there was no going back.
I didn’t just want to fuck him.
I needed to fuck him.
The desire I felt for him was too much and I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t care about the consequences of getting caught. I only cared about getting off.
His hands slid down my neck and chest until he groped my bare breasts. I moaned just as his fingers found my rock-hard nipples.
His touch made the throbbing between my thighs intensify. Unable to speak, I peered up at him through my lashes as I squeezed his bulge gently.
He groaned my name so softly I barely heard it.
I ran my hand up and down his erection as it strained against his boxer briefs. The memory of his dick and how good it felt inside me guided my fingertips through the fly.
“Shit,” he growled under his breath as I touched him.
He removed my hand and in one fell swoop, he pinned both of my wrists above my head. With one of his big hands holding them in place against the wall, he used the other to wrap around my neck.
Bringing his face within an inch of mine, he stared into my eyes.
“You were staring at me during your shoot,” he murmured against my lips. “Giving me that look…”
I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t know what he wanted me to say. But I was drunk off the way he was looking at me.
And I was soaking wet.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. The stretch of my arms as I was restrained in my movement only made the desire for him stronger.
He kissed and sucked his way down my neck and chest until he suctioned his mouth onto my waiting nipple. The wet heat of his mouth made me moan as he alternated from one nipple to the other.
“Russ,” I said his name softly.
His hands slid down my body. “I’ve missed that sound,” he whispered hoarsely. Hooking his fingers into my panties, he tugged them over my hips. “I’ve missed hearing it.” Pushing them down, he squatted in front of me. “I’ve missed creating it.”
I swallowed hard as I listened to him, watched him. “I’ve missed you, too. Badly.”
“Step… step,” he demanded, removing my panties completely. He looked up from his position below me. “How bad have you missed me?”
“Real bad,” I told him in a whisper.
“Bad enough that you’ll let me taste you right here?”
I nodded slowly. “Yes.”
Getting closer, I could feel his breath against the wetness. “Is it still mine?”
My breathing hitched. “Yes.”
He put one of my legs over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around my thigh to secure me. I could see the desire in his eyes as he buried his face between my thighs. Using his tongue, he opened me up and ran it over my slit.
“Ohmigod,” I exhaled.
I buckled against the wall and my knees shook. With one hand on his bicep and the other on the back of his head, I rocked into his mouth.
My reaction only encouraged him as his tongue strategically toyed with me. He started sucking on my clit and I almost collapsed.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured.
Adjusting his grip, he tilted me forward as he secured a firm hold on me. Moaning something into my pussy, he darted his tongue in and out of me before lavishing my clit.
Pleasure shot through my body, and I was already on the brink. “Russ,” I exhaled sharply. I held his head right where I needed it. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there. Right there. Right. Fucking. There.”
His face was buried in me, and when he flicked his tongue in a steady rhythm, he sent me over the edge in record time.
“Russssssssss,” I hissed as I rode the wave that shuddered through my entire body. Holding on to him tight, I bucked against his handsome face.
“That felt so fucking good,” I panted.
When I loosened my grip on his head, he trailed fluttery kisses against the inside of my thighs, my pelvis, and my belly.
“Were you trying to make me jealous on the roof?” he asked as he stood.
“Were you jealous?” I cupped his balls before letting my fingers trace over his shaft. Looking down to see how it was straining against the fabric, I licked my lips.
Pushing down his boxer briefs, I wrapped my hand around his dick. He was so thick that my fingertips just barely touched as I held it. Stroking him, I slid my hand up and down his full nine and a half inches.
My heart pounded in my throat as I stared at it in awe.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest, forcing my eyes back to his.
“Did seeing me with other men make you jealous?” I wondered softly.
“Do I seem jealous?”
I nodded.
Wrapping his hand around my neck, he tilted my head upward and kissed me hard. I could taste myself on his lips and it reminded me of the orgasm he’d just given me. He pulled out of the kiss and rested his forehead against mine.
“I was jealous that they were able to touch you out there in a way that I couldn’t.” He brought his lips to my ear. “So now I’m going to touch you in a way that they can’t.”
Oh shit.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded.
My entire body clenched as I did as I was told. The anticipation to have him fill me up was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Everything about the way his mouth moved over mine was seductive. I was completely seduced and nothing else mattered.
I had no concept of time.
I had no fear of being caught.
I just wanted him inside me.
Hoisting my right leg onto his hip, he tilted my hips forward and pressed against me. My shoulder blades balanced me against the wall. My lips parted and my chest heaved.
“Is this why you were staring at me?” The head of his dick applied pressure against my wet slit. “They might not know what that look means, but I do.”
“Russ,” I moaned louder than anticipated. Grabbing his shoulders, I felt overwhelmed with want.
“Tell me it’s still mine.”
“It never stopped being yours. I need—mmmmmm!”
My sentence fragmented into a moan as I felt him entering me.
The growl that emitted from deep within his chest sent chills down my spine. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my breathing changed. I dug my nails into the shoulder of his shirt, wishing he was as naked as I was.
“Russ,” I breathed his name shakily.
There was nothing like the delicious mixture of pleasure and pain as he stretched me out.
“I… I… shit,” I swore.
“I know, baby. I know,” he groaned, continuing to fill me up. With each inch, his breathing became more ragged. “I’ve missed you, too.”