24. Emma
24
EMMA
“ N ervous?”
Holding up my camera, I wiggle it in the air a little and eye each of the three gorgeous men who stand before me. Asher looks most at ease with his wide stance and easy smile. He spends as much time in a photography studio as I do, so this isn’t strange to him. Caspian also looks somewhat at ease with his light blue shirt missing the top three buttons and his sexy long hair swept to one side. Finn’s the only one who looks a little tense, and I want to reach up and jerk that red tie away from his throat.
“Nervous isn’t the word I’d use,” Asher says. “Curious, I think.”
“We thought you’d be busy studying,” Caspian adds.
That’s true. I’ve spent the past week or so utterly swamped with studying, and the only man I’ve seen is Finn during class. There hasn’t been time for anything else, but I’ve been missing them like crazy, and I need a way to relax. This thought became the perfect idea and all I told them was to meet me in this private studio at my desired time.
“Are you scared?” I lift one brow, teasing them with a smile.
“Of you?” Finn matches my brow lift and his stance eases a little. “No chance.”
“You should be,” I threaten deeply, then I burst out laughing. “No, but seriously. I miss you guys and I know we don’t have a lot of time, so I thought you could all help me spend time with my favorite passion.”
“Which is?” Caspian asks as he wanders around the room, running his fingers over a few of the set pieces I’ve chosen. Three hardback chairs create a half circle—or a triangle, depending on how you look at it—with a cushion in the middle.
“Photography of course.” I smile and quickly adjust a few settings on the camera. “And you three. So, I want you all to pick a chair, get comfy, and then I want to see those gorgeous cocks.”
Caspian picks a chair immediately, dropping into the middle one while his hands move to his belt.
“You’re going to photograph us?” Finn asks as Asher chooses the chair on the left.
I lower my camera. “Only if you’re comfortable. I want to use the three of you in the nicest way. I want you all to masturbate to me while I capture the pure pleasure on your faces and bodies. Unless you’re too chicken?” I keep my teasing light, not wanting any of them to feel cornered into my idea.
“Depends,” Asher remarks, unbuckling his belt before he sits. “Are we allowed to come?”
“Not until I say so.”
“Alright,” Finn decides. “I’m game.” Just as he moves toward the right chair, I catch his wrist and pull him back toward me a step. His brow dips slightly in question and I silently lift my hand and grab his tie. Tugging at it, the knot quickly slides free and I pull it from his neck. Then I unbutton a couple of buttons on his gray shirt and drape his tie around my neck.
“Much better.”
“Thanks.” His eyes twinkle as he winks at me, then he takes his seat and after some rummaging in his clothes, his cock slides free from his pants.
Caspian and Asher are hard already, and Finn is at half-mast. A few strokes in and his length is thick and hard, making my mouth water.
“Y’all are that hard already? I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
“You’ve no idea,” Caspian murmurs, clasping his hand around his cock.
I take my place on the cushion in the middle and turn to Asher. “You first, since you’re so used to being around a camera. The rest of you, I want you to stroke yourself slowly. Keep yourself hard until it’s your time to shine, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Finn says. I glance over my shoulder and he winks at me again, then I focus on Asher.
“Are you okay with me taking pictures that include your face?” I ask.
Asher nods. “I trust you.”
Warmth bubbles under my ribs and I lift the camera. “Tell me what you’re thinking about,” I say softly, choosing to focus on his face first. “Tell me how you want me.”
Asher’s warm brown eyes lock on mine, and his fist moves slowly over his cock. The head flushes crimson within a few seconds and he slowly bites his lower lip.
“No judgment?” Asher asks. I shake my head and Caspian snorts from his chair.
“Let your freak flag fly, my man.”
“Alright, well right now I’m thinking about how good it would feel to slide my cock past your pretty lips,” Asher says and a light blush creeps across his cheeks. “I know how fucking amazing your pussy feels and I want to feel your throat. I wanna fuck so deep that your cute little nose is pressed up right here”—Asher’s other hand touches the soft skin just above his cock—“and I want to see your eyes water. I want to hear those adorable sounds you make, trying to accommodate how thick I am. That wet sound is so fucking hot.”
As he talks, pre-cum beads at the top of his cock and his hand picks up its pace. I snap pictures of it all. From his thick length to his panting chest and the way pleasure flickers across his face like a whisper.
“That control of you not being able to breathe and trusting me to take care of you. Of knowing that I hold you and your trust in my hands while your throat grips me like a fucking vise. I switch between that and fucking your face so hard that my cock’s just a blur. And each time I drag you off for more, I imagine you leaning in, desperate for another taste—fuck.”
I can’t resist. As Asher speaks, I lean up onto my knees and press a gentle kiss to the crown of his cock, then I drag my tongue over the velvety softness and clean away the beading pre-cum. It’s replaced a half second later as more slides down his cock. I savor the taste and lean back.
“Hot.”
Asher’s eyes roll back and I return to my camera, focusing on how he pulls his shirt up so he can caress his abs while his hand works. His skin glistens, he can’t sit still and his tongue constantly swipes over his lower lip. Then, as his shift in the chair grows more restless, I snap my final picture and settle back.
“Uh, don’t come,” I remind him. “I’m done with you, but I don’t want you to stop touching yourself. So maybe slow it down?”
Asher’s eyes narrow as he realizes that not only is he being denied orgasm, but that I got him worked up to the brink and now I’m leaving him to suffer.
“There better be a reward after this,” he says as I slide away. I shoot him a wink, then turn to Caspian, who has made himself incredibly comfortable. His shirt is all the way open now and his legs are spread wide as he strokes his thick cock with ease. Pre-cum glistens at the tip and shines on his fingers.
“Can I take pictures with your face?” I ask.
Caspian nods. He strokes himself a little faster and I focus on getting the best angles that highlight the sheer girth of his cock.
“Talk to me,” I say softly. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Listening to you instruct Asher was pretty fucking hot,” Caspian says. “So was his fantasy. But I was also thinking about painting you.”
I glance up from my camera. “Like a French girl?”
“No,” he chuckles, his voice taking on a deeper note. “Covering you in paint but slowly. Making you focus on every single soft stroke of the brush. I’d take extra time over your breasts, see how crazy I could drive you just from stroking your nipples over and over.”
Just hearing him speak sent heat swirling through my body and combined with Asher’s fantasy, my core was throbbing. I grew more and more aware of my heartbeat, feeling the sudden thump of each beat down in my core and just behind my ears. My camera moves from cock to face and back again, capturing each flicker of pleasure and stroke of his fist.
“Then I would lay you down on another canvas and fuck you until we’d made another beautiful piece of artwork. I’d fuck you until every drop of paint told a story and you’d dragged your nails down the canvas, screaming your pleasure. Like a signature.”
Fuck. I’d been so intent on teasing the three of them that I hadn’t anticipated just how hot it would make me. Dampness soaked into my underwear and clung to my thighs as I stood and winked at Caspian.
“Can you do something for me?”
“Of course.”
Reaching out, I run my fingertips over the crown of his cock and a punched-out moan escapes him. “Touch only here. Nowhere else.”
Caspian glances down at himself and then, after a long moment, he nods and slides his hand up his cock. Focusing on only the crown, he uses his palm, and his head tips back with a drawn-out gasp.
“No coming, remember?”
“I won’t,” he gasps.
Then my attention is on Finn. His cock is darker than the others and plenty of pre-cum has drizzled down the shaft and over his fingers. He fixes me with a steady look and a knowing smirk across his lips.
“Can I photograph your face?” I ask softly, and he nods. “Tell me your fantasy?”
“I’d tie you up,” Finn says immediately. “With rope tight enough that it’ll leave grooves in your wrists and your ankles. I’d tie your thighs apart and leave you open and exposed. And then I’d tease you for hours with toys. Vibrators, dildos, pinwheels, and more. Anything to draw a pretty noise out of your pretty throat. Would I let you come? Maybe. Maybe I’d force your orgasm back each time you drew close and leave you writhing on my bed, desperate and hungry for an end that’ll never come.”
My core clenches powerfully and my camera slips slightly as I snap away.
“Or maybe I’d make you come. And keep coming. Over and over and over until you think you can’t take it anymore, until it hurts, and then I’ll make you come some more because I want to taste you. I want to drink you down and drown in your sweetness.”
A fat drop of pre-cum rolls from Finn’s cock and I can’t stop myself. I surge forward and catch the drop with my tongue while licking slowly over his swollen crown. Then I sit back and swallow as Finn hisses through his teeth.
“You wouldn’t fuck me?”
“You’ve seen the scar on my knee and my hip, right?” Finn gasps out, his hand moving jerkily. “Old war injury. Not as much power in these hips as there used to be but that’s okay. I’m still really fucking good with the toys.”
“Ah,” I muse softly, snapping the last few pictures. I hadn’t minded that Finn used toys or when I rode him at the cabin, and whatever little worry I had faded in hearing that I’m still very much fuckable.
“Thanks.” Standing, I start to move around the room and take several pictures of my men on edge. They’re all so close now, dancing to the brink of orgasm, and with each step, my thighs rub together, and the tingle through my core gets hotter and hotter.
Once I’m satisfied, I move to the center once more, and with a flick of my wrist, my dress slides from my shoulders and pools on the floor, revealing no underwear.
“Holy shit,” Asher gasps. “I can’t—fuck!”
I can tell he’s trying his best, and that excites me more than I even imagined. I turn away and bend over slightly so they can all glimpse just how wet I am. Setting the camera up on the stand, I set a timer and moved back to the cushion. Lowering myself down, I spread my legs and brace back on my arms, eyeing them all in turn.
“Come on then,” I tease. “Show me how much cum we’ve built up in those balls of yours.”
“We can come?” Caspian asks, his brow pulled low as he concentrates hard on remaining in control.
“Yes,” I gasp, sliding one hand between my thighs and finally pressing against my aching clit. “On me.”
All three of them surge up from their seats and stand over me, hands working furiously over their cocks for all of three seconds. I tip my head back and moan loudly, closing my thighs around my wrist. As I bring myself to the fastest orgasm of my life, Asher, Caspian, and Finn moan deeply and come with guttural cries.
As hot cum splatters against my skin and my orgasm washes through me in a hot wave, the camera flashes rapidly and captures this moment forever.