Pose for Me

31. Chapter 30

Chapter 30

River

I watch as Rayne's flushed face fills the screen of the phone in Knox's hand. Even through the small display, her arousal is clear–pupils dilated, cheeks stained a delicious pink, plush lips parted slightly. There's a hint of embarrassment underneath it all, but it only adds to her allure. She looks utterly delectable, and I have to clench my fists to resist reaching out to touch the screen.

We had spent the day questioning locals about any suspicious activity, investigating Rayne’s stalker while we pretended to follow up on leads for our official case. It had been frustrating, hours of dead ends and unhelpful witnesses. But now, seeing Rayne like this, all of that fades away.

Knox takes control immediately, his voice dropping into that commanding tone that never fails to make both Rayne and me shiver with anticipation. "Show us what you were watching," he orders, and I can see the effect his words have on her. Her breath catches, chest rising and falling rapidly.

For a moment, she hesitates, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. I can almost see the gears turning in her head, weighing her options. But then, beautifully, she obeys. The camera angle shifts as she turns her phone, giving us a view of her computer screen.

The video is paused, but the image on display sends heat coursing through my veins. It's a frame from our photoshoot—Rayne sandwiched between Knox and me, her head thrown back in ecstasy, lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure. I remember that moment vividly—the velvet heat of her wrapped around us, the way Knox's fingers dug into her hips, the intoxicating sounds she made as we pushed her to the edge.

"Good girl," Knox purrs.

The camera swings back to Rayne's face, and the sight nearly undoes me. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, lips parted as she pants softly. There's a vulnerability in her expression that makes me want to reach through the screen and pull her into my arms.

"Tell us, baby girl," Knox growls. "Have you touched yourself while watching this?"

Rayne's blush deepens, spreading down her neck to disappear beneath the neckline of her dress. "N-no," she stammers. "I... I wanted to, but..."

"What were you thinking about while you watched it?" I chime in, unable to resist joining the game. "Were you imagining us there with you, touching you, tasting you?"

She whimpers, a soft, needy sound that goes straight to my cock. "Yes," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was thinking about your hands on me, your mouths..."

"Show us," Knox demands, his voice rough with desire. "Put the phone somewhere so we can see all of you. And show us that pretty pussy of yours."

Rayne hesitates, there's a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, a question she seems afraid to ask. Knox's gaze sharpens, reading something in her expression.

"We're at our apartment, sweetheart," he says, his tone softening slightly. "We had planned on showering and changing before handling some business. We were going to bide our time until we could come to you under the cover of darkness."

The tension visibly drains from Rayne's shoulders at his words. She nods, a mixture of relief and renewed arousal flooding her features. With trembling hands, she props the phone up on her desk, angling it to capture her entire body where she sits in her leather desk chair. She's wearing a simple black dress, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. My mouth goes dry at the sight.

Slowly, teasingly, she reaches for the hem of her dress. Her fingers play with the fabric for a moment before she begins to inch it upwards. Inch by tantalizing inch, she reveals more of her creamy thighs. The dress rises higher, exposing the lacy edge of her panties.

"That's it, little Rayne," I encourage, my voice husky with want. "Show us what's ours."

Rayne's breath hitches at my words. In one fluid motion, she shifts and pulls the dress over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside her.

I feel my breath catch in my throat. She's left in a black lace bra and matching panties, the delicate fabric a stark contrast against her pale skin. The lingerie hugs her body perfectly, accentuating the generous swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. Her long, dark hair cascades over her shoulders, a few errant strands falling across her collarbone in a way that makes me ache to brush them aside.

I press myself against Knox's back, feeling the solid warmth of his body against mine. My hands snake around his waist, fingertips tracing the hard planes of his abs through his shirt before drifting lower. I can feel the rigid length of him straining against his pants, and I can't resist palming him through the fabric. Knox grunts, a low, guttural sound that sends shivers down my spine.

"Take off your panties," Knox orders, his voice rough with desire. "Slowly. Show us how wet you are for us, baby girl."

Rayne's lips part, her breathing growing heavier as she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. With agonizing slowness, she begins to slide them down her thighs. The black lace catches slightly on her skin, clinging as if reluctant to let go. As she lifts her hips to work the fabric past her ass, I hear Knox's sharp intake of breath.

Finally, the panties fall to the floor, joining her discarded dress. Rayne leans back in her chair, spreading her legs to give us a full view. Even through the phone screen, I can see the glistening evidence of her arousal coating her inner thighs.

"Fuck," I breathe, my hand tightening around Knox's cock. He pushes back against me, grinding his ass against my own straining erection.

Rayne whimpers, her hips shifting restlessly in the chair. Her hand drifts down her body, fingertips grazing her stomach, inching closer to where we know she's aching to be touched.

Knox catches the movement, a wicked smirk curling his lips. "Do you like to watch, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you want to see River come on my cock while we watch you play with that pretty pussy?"

Rayne's eyes widen. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, a gesture so unconsciously sensual it makes my cock throb. She nods frantically, a breathy "Yes, please" escaping her lips.

Without taking his eyes off the screen, Knox turns his head slightly towards me. "You heard her, River," Knox growls, a glint in his eyes. "Show our girl what she wants to see."

I don't need to be told twice. My hands make quick work of Knox's belt, the clink of metal loud in the charged atmosphere. I push his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, freeing his cock. It springs free, hard and flushed.

Knox steps out of his clothes with practiced ease, his movements fluid and purposeful. He stalks towards our couch, every step radiating raw power and barely contained desire. The late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows catches on the intricate tattoos adorning his muscular form, making the ink seem to dance across his skin.

He positions the phone carefully on the coffee table, angling it to capture the full expanse of the couch while still allowing us a clear view of the screen where Rayne watches, her eyes wide and hungry. The leather of the couch creaks softly as Knox lowers himself onto it, his powerful thighs spread wide in invitation.

Slowly he unbuttons his cuffs, then each button of his shirt before pulling it off in a smooth, effortless motion that never fails to set my blood on fire. The fabric slides over his sculpted abs, revealing more inked skin and the dusting of dark hair trailing down to his groin. He tosses the shirt aside, then raises an eyebrow at me, a silent challenge in his eyes.

I grin wickedly, feeling the familiar surge of heat and anticipation coursing through my veins. My hands move to the buttons of my own shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. I can feel his eyes on me, his gaze almost tangible as it roams over my body.

The shirt falls open, revealing the planes of my chest and stomach. I let it slide off my shoulders, pooling on the floor behind me. My pants follow suit, and I step out of them, kicking them aside. Now fully naked, I stretch languidly, putting on a show for my captive audience.

I move to the side table, retrieving the bottle of lube we keep there. The cool plastic is a stark contrast to my heated skin as I wrap my fingers around it. Knox's eyes follow my every movement, dark with lust and impatience.

As I approach the couch, I can hear Rayne's breathing growing heavier through the phone's speakers. A quick glance at the screen shows her squirming in her chair, one hand ghosting over her breast, the other inching ever closer to the apex of her thighs.

"Don't you dare touch yourself yet, baby girl," Knox growls, his voice rough with desire. "Not until I say so."

Rayne whimpers but obeys, her hands gripping the arms of her chair tightly. The sight of her restraint, the way she trembles with need, sends a fresh wave of arousal surging through me.

I come to stand between Knox's spread legs, drinking in the sight of him. His cock stands proud, flushed and hard against his stomach. I can't resist reaching out to trail my fingers along its length, reveling in the way it twitches at my touch.

Knox's hand shoots out, gripping my wrist tightly, painfully. The way I like it. "Enough teasing," he growls, turning me to face away from him and pulling me down onto his lap. I straddle Knox's muscular thighs, facing the phone propped on the coffee table. The leather of the couch is cool against my skin and his breath fans across the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Open yourself up for me," Knox commands, his voice a low rumble that I feel more than hear.

I uncap the bottle of lube, the sharp click echoing in the charged atmosphere. The cool gel coats my fingers as I reach down between my legs. My fingertips brush against Knox's hard length, and I feel it twitch against my skin. A smirk tugs at my lips, but before I can tease him further, Knox's large hand wraps around my wrist, guiding my fingers to my entrance.

Slowly, teasingly, I circle my entrance with slick fingers. The muscles there flutter under my touch, anticipation building low in my gut. Knox's hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to bruise. The slight pain only heightens my arousal.

"That's it," Knox murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Get that tight little hole nice and wet for me. Show Rayne how you get ready for my cock."

At the mention of her name, my eyes flick to the phone screen. Rayne is watching us intently, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Her hands are clenched tightly on the arms of her chair, knuckles white with the effort of restraining herself.

I press one finger inside myself, a low moan slipping past my lips at the sensation. Knox's hips buck slightly, his cock sliding against the cleft of my ass. I work the finger in and out, gradually adding a second. The stretch burns deliciously.

Suddenly, Knox's fingers join mine. He pushes two thick digits in alongside my own, and I whimper at the sudden fullness. His other arm wraps around my waist, holding me steady as he begins to pump his fingers in and out.

"Fuck," I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder. "Knox..."

He scissors his fingers, stretching me further. The burn intensifies, riding the knife's edge between pleasure and pain. My thighs quiver with the effort of holding myself up.

On the screen, Rayne whimpers. She's shifting restlessly in her chair, her thighs pressing together as if seeking friction. Her eyes are dark with lust, fixed on where Knox's fingers disappear inside me.

"Please," she breathes, her voice barely audible through the phone's speakers. "Can I... can I touch myself?"

Knox chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my back. "Not yet, baby girl," he says. "But you can play with those pretty tits of yours. Show us how sensitive they are."

Rayne doesn't hesitate. Her hands fly to her breasts, still encased in black lace. She kneads the soft flesh, her head falling back as she pinches and rolls her nipples through the delicate fabric. A soft moan escapes her parted lips, the sound sending a jolt of arousal straight through me.

I feel Knox shift behind me. His fingers withdraw, leaving me feeling achingly empty. "Enough," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "I need to be inside you. Now."

I whimper at the loss, but eagerly lift my hips, positioning myself over his straining cock. Knox's hands grip my waist, guiding me down onto him with agonizing slowness. The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance, and I take a deep breath, willing my body to relax.

Inch by delicious inch, I sink down onto him. The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, but in the most exquisite way. I can feel every ridge, every vein of his thick length as it fills me completely.

When I'm fully seated, I pause, panting heavily. Knox is breathing hard too, his chest heaving against my back. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he's restraining himself from thrusting up into me.

"Fuck," I groan, my head falling back against his shoulder. "So fucking good."

His only response is a guttural growl as his hips snap up, driving himself even deeper inside me. I cry out, my back arching at the sudden movement.

On the screen, Rayne whimpers. Her hands are still on her breasts, fingers toying with her nipples through the lace of her bra. Her hips rock subtly, unconsciously seeking friction.

"Look at her, River," Knox murmurs in my ear, his voice low and dangerous. "Look at how badly she wants to touch herself. How desperate she is to feel what you're feeling right now."

I meet Rayne's gaze through the screen, seeing the raw need in her eyes. "Please," she whispers, her voice breathy and strained. "Please, I need..."

"Not yet," Knox says firmly. "You'll wait until we say so. Until you've earned it."

With that, he begins to move in earnest. His hips snap up, driving into me with brutal force. He knows just how I like it, hard and unrestrained. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I brace my hands on his thighs, using the leverage to meet him thrust for thrust.

The room fills with the sounds of our pleasure–skin slapping against skin, our mingled moans and grunts, and Rayne's soft whimpers from the phone.

Knox's hand snakes around my body, wrapping around my neglected cock. His grip is tight, almost painfully so, as he strokes me in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations are overwhelming, pushing me rapidly towards the edge.

"That's it," Knox growls, his breath hot against my ear. "Fuck yourself on my cock."

I ride Knox with abandon, my body moving in perfect sync with his powerful thrusts. Every nerve ending feels electrified, sparks of pleasure shooting through me with each roll of our hips. The coil of tension in my core winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

Knox's grip on my cock is relentless, his calloused palm dragging exquisitely along my length. His thumb swipes over the sensitive head on each upstroke, spreading the beads of precum gathering there. The slick sound of his hand working me mingles with the obscene slap of skin on skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant, the words falling from my lips in a breathless litany. My thighs burn with the effort of lifting and lowering myself onto Knox's thick length, but the ache only adds to the overwhelming sensations.

I can feel my climax approaching rapidly, a tingling heat spreading from the base of my spine outward. My balls draw up tight against my body, ready to release. Just as I'm about to tumble over the edge, Knox's voice cuts through the haze of pleasure.

"Don't you dare come yet," he growls. "Remember, not until I say so."

I whimper, fighting against my body's desperate need for release. It takes every ounce of willpower to hold back, to force down the impending orgasm. My muscles tremble with the effort, sweat beading on my skin.

"Good boy," Knox purrs, rewarding me with a particularly deep thrust that has me seeing stars. "Now, Rayne. Fuck that pretty pussy with your fingers. Show us how wet you are for us. And keep your eyes on us, your pleasure belongs to us now."

My eyes snap to the phone screen just in time to see Rayne's hand dip between her spread thighs. She gasps as her fingers make contact with her slick folds, her head falling back against the chair. The sight of her pleasuring herself, knowing it's because of us, nearly undoes me.

"Oh god," Rayne moans, her fingers working furiously at her clit. "Oh fuck, you two look so hot together. I wish I was there, I wish I could feel you both inside me again."

Her words send a fresh wave of arousal shooting through me. I clench around Knox's cock, drawing a guttural groan from him. His hips snap up harder, faster, driving into me with bruising force.

Rayne's moans and whimpers join mine, filling the air with a symphony of pleasure. Her eyes are locked on us, drinking in every detail of our joined, sweat slicked bodies. I can see the flush spreading across her chest, the way her breasts heave with each panting breath. She's already close, her movements growing frantic as she chases her release.

"That's it, baby girl," Knox encourages, his voice rough with exertion. "Come for us. Let us see how pretty you look.”

Rayne's eyes roll back as her orgasm crashes over her. Her body arches beautifully, a strangled cry escaping her parted lips. I watch, mesmerized, as waves of pleasure wash over her features. She's breathtaking in her ecstasy, utterly abandoned to the sensations wracking her body.

The sight of her coming undone is too much. "Knox," I gasp, my voice breaking. "Please, I need to come. Please let me come."

Knox's hips stutter, his rhythm faltering as he nears his own climax. "Come now," he growls, his hand tightening around my cock.

His permission is all I need. With a hoarse shout, I let go, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure. My release paints my chest and Knox's hand in thick ropes as my body convulses. Knox fucks me through it, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own orgasm.

With a guttural groan, Knox buries himself deep inside me one last time. I feel the hot pulse of his release filling me. We stay like that for a long moment, both panting heavily, our bodies trembling with aftershocks.

Slowly, carefully, I lift myself off Knox's softening cock. A trickle of his cum leaks down my thigh as I collapse onto the couch beside him. Knox immediately pulls me against his side, his arm wrapping around my shoulders. He presses a soft sweet kiss to my lips, it’s his way of checking in and reassuring me without words.

Our attention turns back to the phone screen. Rayne is slumped in her chair, looking thoroughly debauched. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Fuck," she breathes, her voice husky. "That was..."

"Incredible," I finish for her, a lazy grin spreading across my face.

Knox hums in agreement, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my shoulder. "You did so well, baby girl," he praises, his voice warm with affection. "Both of you did."

Rayne blushes at the compliment, ducking her head slightly. It's endearing how she can still be shy after what we have shared.

"Now," Knox continues, his tone shifting to something more serious. "Tell us about this package you received."