Picture Perfect (4 page)

I could feel myself blushing with pleasure. So he had been thinking about me as much as I thought about him. I had figured as much, considering the constant sexual tension between us, but it was nice to hear out loud that he found me desirable.

“You were more than topless -- you were naked,” I pointed out breathlessly as he continued to play with my breasts.

“I was taking a shower,” he growled. “Tell the truth, did you walk in like that on purpose?”

I shook my head and gasped as he tugged at my aching peaks. “No, I swear. I didn’t hear you -- I had water in my ears from swimming in the lake.”

“Too bad.” He kissed the side of my neck, a hard, openmouthed kiss that made me writhe with pleasure. “I kind of hoped you did.”

I couldn’t believe he’d admitted that. “I’ve thought about you too, since then,” I whispered breathlessly as he twisted my nipples, sending sparks of pure pleasure straight to my open pussy. God, I was throbbing with need, my clit like a second heartbeat between my legs. If only he would touch me there…

It was as if Lisa read my mind. “Okay now, this position is excellent for manual stimulation,” she said, still clicking. “So, Kurt, put one hand between Melanie’s legs and pretend you’re stroking her.”

One of Kurt’s large, warm hands left my breasts and began to travel slowly over my quivering stomach. I spread my thighs wider for him, hoping he would understand what I was trying to say, that he didn’t have to pretend anything if he didn’t want to. He was too much of a gentleman to take the hint, however, and I nearly moaned with frustration when he simply cupped my heated mound in his hand. But already Lisa was shaking her head.

“Not good enough,” she told him. “I need some action here -- I know this is intimate, but I have to ask you to go as far as you can, in order to get a realistic shot. Pretend you’re really making love and you want to make her come -- spread her open and play with her a little. You don’t have to do finger penetration if you don’t want to, but it would certainly look better if you did,” she added, as if it was an afterthought.

“Mel?” Kurt was panting in my ear, his deep voice hoarse with need.

“Do it,” I whispered back. “You heard her; we have to get a good shot. Please, Kurt, don’t hold back. I need this to be good.” I didn’t know if I was talking about getting a good picture or about letting him finger me for the first time, but by that time, I hardly cared. I arched my pelvis, angling my pussy into his hand, and moaned as I felt him part my swollen cunt lips with his big fingers. He stroked me gently, his blunt fingertips circling my throbbing clit before sliding lower.

“Is it all right to go inside you?” he asked, obviously still not wanting to do anything without my permission. “Can I finger your pussy, Mel? Do you want me to finger fuck your cunt?”

“God!” I moaned as he circled my entrance, waiting to hear my answer. I was sure he knew what his dirty words would do to me, that talking to me that way would make me hot enough to explode.

“Mel,” he murmured, sliding back up to stroke my clit again. “I need to know. I can’t do this without your permission -- it wouldn’t be right.”

“Yes,” I whispered at last, when I could catch my breath. “Yes, Kurt, put…put your fingers inside me. Do it.”

Two long, strong fingers slid deeply into my cunt almost before the words were out of my mouth. I gasped helplessly as he pressed up into me, trying to find the end of my channel, testing my heat.

“God, Kurt!” I blurted as he fucked me with his fingers. I couldn’t believe we were actually doing something so wrong and forbidden, something I had been wanting for ages even though I never let myself think about it or fantasize about it. Well, not much, anyway. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, and I was getting close…so close…

“All right, that’s very good. Glad you two have finally come around -- those shots will look great in the preparation chapter.” Lisa’s voice interrupted my impending orgasm, and I looked up blindly to see her fiddling with the lens on her camera again. Suddenly, I realized what I had been doing -- riding Kurt’s fingers to orgasm in front of a famous photographer and her crew, completely oblivious to how I must look. Not to mention oblivious to how wrong it was to spread my pussy and let my stepbrother finger my slippery, wet cunt in the first place.

I shuddered with shame as Kurt withdrew his fingers. He must have felt the same way I did because he murmured, “Sorry, Mel,” as he sat back and away from me. Without the heat from his big body surrounding me, I suddenly felt even more naked. I crossed my arms over my chest protectively and shivered.

“What’s next?” Kurt asked, his deep voice surly. I guessed that his guilt matched my own because when I stole a glance at him, he had his arms crossed over his muscular chest and he was frowning deeply.

“A few more poses and then a break,” Lisa promised. “For right now, twining position.”

“Now wrap your arms and legs around each other -- twine yourselves together,” she directed, getting the camera ready. Kurt pulled me close, and I pressed my face against the hard planes of his chest, afraid to look into his eyes. He smelled so good, like leather and musk, and hot, aroused man, it was hard to think. I knew I should be apologizing for getting him into this, but I couldn’t even look at him, much less talk to him. I was afraid that he was mad at me, and frankly, I wouldn’t blame him if he was. We had gone a lot further than either one of us had intended to, and all because I wanted the chance to work with the famous Lisa McKenzie -- something which probably didn’t seem too important to Kurt.

“Okay, Mel, throw your leg over Kurt’s.” Lisa’s voice penetrated the fog of shame I was feeling. “This position is good for intimacy so I want you to look up into Kurt’s eyes. Maybe kiss him -- that would be a nice touch.”

I honestly tried, but I couldn’t do it, couldn’t look him in the eyes after what we had just been doing. “Kurt,” I murmured, still looking at his chest. “I…I’m sorry. I know that this is turning out to be…more than we bargained for. I’ll understand if you want to quit.”

“What are you talking about? Of course I’m not going to quit. Hey, look at me, Mel.” Gentle fingers raised my chin so I couldn’t help looking into his deep blue eyes. “I’m sorry for what I did too,” he murmured. “I got…carried away, I guess. It’s hard not to with you -- you’re so beautiful.”

“Thanks.” I could feel my cheeks heating with a blush and gave him a little smile. “So you’re not mad at me for getting you into this in the first place?”

He smiled back. “Not if you’re not mad at me for…touching you the way I did.”

“You had to,” I murmured, reaching up to card my hand through his thick, inky black hair. “You have to do what the photographer tells you during these things. Get into the poses they want, give them the emotions they’re asking for. Otherwise the end result sucks.”

“You really believe that?” he asked.

I nodded. “You can’t do things half-assed. You have to really get into it, really feel it to get the perfect shot.”

“And follow the photographer’s directions.” Kurt tilted my chin some more and breathed against my lips. “I think she told you to kiss me.”

“I think you’re right,” I whispered, and then his mouth was covering mine and I couldn’t think anymore.

If I were honest, I would admit that I’d been dreaming about kissing Kurt almost from the moment our parents said “I do” and we all moved in together. I had repressed the urge fiercely because I knew how wrong it was, but I’d be lying if I said I killed it altogether. From the way he kissed me, Kurt had been repressing quite a few emotions himself. He had only ever given me a quick brotherly peck on the cheek before, but he was doing considerably more than that now. We were spread out and naked in each other’s arms with his mouth covering mine and his tongue exploring me as if he owned every inch of my body. At that moment, I was prepared to admit that he did because I had never wanted anything as badly as I wanted that kiss to last. But all good things must come to an end, even my first real kiss with Kurt.

Lisa’s voice pulled us apart, although I wasn’t quite sure what she was saying. My heart was going like crazy and I felt dizzy -- almost drunk with need. I think she had to repeat herself at least twice before I understood what she was saying.

“Lotus position,” I heard her say, which didn’t make any sense. But she explained herself as usual and before I knew it, Kurt was sitting up in the middle of the bed and I was straddling his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. The heat of his erection branded my belly and when I looked down, I could see pearly drops of precum beading at the head of his thick cock.

Kurt saw where my eyes were directed and his tan face got a little red. “Sorry, Mel, I can’t seem to help it. Not with you so close and so…”

“So naked,” I finished for him. “That’s okay, Kurt. It’s…kind of flattering, in a way.”

He looked relieved. “Glad you see it that way.”

“It makes for a better shoot anyway,” I said, smiling at him. “After all, you want the reader to think we’re actually about to…to act on some of these positions. That wouldn’t be possible if you weren’t…uh, ready.”

“More than ready,” he growled, and I thought he was going to kiss me again, which I had no problem with, but Lisa interrupted us again.

“Closer.” She motioned with her hands. “Come on -- I want the reader to believe he’s really inside you, Mel. There’s no way that’s possible with you sitting so far away.”

I had thought I was already pretty close, but I did my best to please her. Wrapping my arms around Kurt’s neck, I slid forward until my breasts pressed against him, my nipples rubbing against his hard chest. But what made us both gasp was what happened below -- when I pressed so close to him, the pose we were holding very nearly became a reality.

It probably wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t been so wet, but there was nothing I could do about that. As I pressed forward, my pussy lips parted, and the thick shaft of Kurt’s cock slid into position between them, inside my slippery folds. He wasn’t in the right area to actually enter me -- the plum-shaped head of his cock was at the top of my slit, pointing at my belly button. But his thick length was rubbing against my sensitive clit, and my pussy lips were wrapped around him in an intimate embrace I had never intended.

We both froze and I began to pull back, but then Lisa was there with her camera saying, “Good, excellent, exactly what I need,” and clicking away. I had a hard time meeting Kurt’s eyes as shame and desire warred inside me. This was so much worse than having his fingers inside me. We were very nearly fucking -- it was by far the most realistic pose we had been in yet.

Kurt spoke first. “You’re so wet,” he murmured in my ear as I hung on to him for dear life, trying not to notice how good it felt to have my pussy opened by his hard shaft. “So wet and so hot.”

“What do you expect?” I snapped, totally embarrassed now. “After the way you were kissing me and…and touching me earlier?”

He didn’t seem offended by my irritable tone. “So you liked it when I fingered your pussy?” he murmured. “Did it turn you on, Mel? Did it make you hot when I stroked your clit and put my fingers in your cunt?”

My heart was jackhammering again as I fought keep control of myself. My breath kept wanting to come in short little pants, like I was running a race uphill. It was all I could do to keep my voice low and even when I answered. “We had to get the best shot,” I said, not looking at him and deliberately ducking the question. “She wanted to get a picture of you…touching me, so you had to touch me. That was all.”

“But you liked the way it felt when I fingered you? It made you wet -- right?” he persisted.

“What do you think?” I demanded. Deliberately, I raised and then lowered myself so that his shaft and the broad head of his cock slid over my slippery folds and the throbbing bud of my clit. Kurt and I both groaned at the extra stimulation, and I knew his shaft was probably coated with my pussy honey by now.

It was a single motion to prove a point, but Lisa noticed it at once. “That’s good,” she said excitedly, still snapping away. “Do that some more -- act like you’re riding him, Mel. Kurt, put your hands on her waist and help her move -- both of you get into it.”

What could I do? I braced my hands on Kurt’s broad shoulders and began to slide up and down. I’m sure from her perspective it looked like he was actually inside me, like we were actually fucking, and even though we weren’t, it was still almost more than I could bear. The friction of his shaft against my clit was delicious, and I could feel the pleasure building inside me again as I bounced on his lap. But once again Lisa intervened.

“Slower now,” she directed. “Long, slow strokes. This can be almost tantric -- if you do it right, you can make it last for hours. Slow it down.”

We did as she asked, Kurt raising and lowering me against his shaft as though I was light as a feather. He moved slowly, with a controlled intensity that made me wonder what it would be like if we ever really did make love. I knew it was wrong to think like that, but when he looked at me with the burning need in his deep blue eyes I couldn’t seem to think of anything else. More than once the head of his cock came dangerously near the entrance of my pussy. Once, I thought I felt just the very tip of it enter me, but Kurt pulled back quickly. Still, I knew he was coating the inside of my pussy with his precum and I was glad I was on the Pill.

“I love to feel you wrapped around me like this,” he murmured as he glided over me. “Love to feel how hot and wet your pussy gets when we touch.”

“I can’t help it,” I whispered back, biting my lip. “I mean, you’ve got me all spread open and…and you’re rubbing against me. Of course it makes me wet. The same way it makes you hard.”

“You make me hard anytime I’m around you, Mel,” he murmured. “And we don’t have to be doing this for it to happen. Although it certainly helps.” He captured my lips again for a long, slow, sensual kiss as we continued to move. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, since Lisa hadn’t asked us to kiss, but since she didn’t object, I reasoned with myself that it probably made a much better picture and we should just go on.

Just as I was thinking that he tasted delicious -- kind of like salty cinnamon, Kurt moved from my lips to the side of my neck. He lapped and sucked at the sensitive skin, making me groan helplessly. From there, he moved down to my nipples. Ducking his head, he caught one of my tight buds between his lips and began to suck and nip gently, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through my entire body.

I threw back my head and pressed my chest forward, offering him easier access. It felt so good I couldn’t think; all I could do was feel. And there was so much to feel, his hot mouth on my sensitive flesh, his hard, naked body pressed against my own, and his naked shaft stroking over my clit until I thought I was going to go crazy with need.

“That’s good, Kurt,” I heard Lisa say through the haze of passion that was clouding my brain. “Play with her breasts, make the most of that face-to-face contact.”

Kurt moved to my other nipple, lapping gently at first and then sucking fiercely, making me gasp and moan. And the entire time he continued to raise and lower my hips so my open pussy kept gliding over his cock. The slow, sensuous movements were a different kind of torture from the faster ride I’d had earlier. Kurt’s actions were so deliberate and purposeful that I had nothing to do but hang on to his shoulders while he fake-fucked me. Nothing to do but wonder what it would feel like to have that thick shaft inside me for real.

At last, just as I was reaching the edge, Lisa called a halt again. I was beginning to wonder if she had a sixth sense about when someone was about to come, and the unresolved sexual tension inside me was getting to be too much to bear.

“Okay, you two, just a couple more before the break,” she said. “Classic missionary first.”

I couldn’t believe she’d actually named another position I knew. Feeling vulnerable all over again, I lay down on my back and beckoned for Kurt to lie on top of me. He didn’t hesitate for an instant, and as his big body settled on top of mine, I experienced a strange feeling of
rightness
, almost as though we were coming home in some way. It just felt so good to wrap my arms and legs around him and embrace him with my entire body, my entire being. He was already kissing me again when the shaft of his cock slid between my pussy lips in the now familiar dance of intimacy.

“This okay?” he asked, thrusting his hips to indicate the way his shaft was sliding over my open pussy.

“Yeah,” I whispered breathlessly. “Just…be careful. It would be easy to…to go too far this way.”

“Like this?” He slid downward so that just the head of his cock was lodged at the entrance of my pussy, and I moaned. With one hard thrust, he could be all the way inside me, filling me, fucking me as we had been pretending to do for over an hour now, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing I could do but spread my legs and let him in, nothing but open myself and let him fuck me.

“Kurt,” I murmured, and there was a pleading in my tone that made him stop.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “I won’t. You know I won’t, Mel. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“That’s okay,” I told him, kissing him softly. “I just…want to be careful. That’s all.”

“All right.” He kissed me back and then Lisa was calling for a new position.

“This one is called the plow,” she explained, when she had me on my back with Kurt kneeling in front of me. I had my legs over his shoulders and I was looking up into his eyes, wondering what was next. As it turned out, she just had us hold the pose for a short while because it was, as she said, “hard to fake.” “It’s good for deep penetration,” she explained. “Makes the woman feel utterly dominated because the man takes total control. But unfortunately, there’s no way to hide the fact that Kurt isn’t really inside you.”

I wondered if she was waiting for us to volunteer to do those penetration shots, but if so, she would be waiting a long time. We were already going a lot further than I had ever planned on going, and that would be just a step too far, in my opinion.