A mirrored reflection of the bright neon lights that adorned the towering cement landscape twinkled in intermittent fashion across the black sheen of the limousine. He was happy to be back in New York, gazing at the splendor of Time Square. After all, where else should Justin Parker, world-renowned fashion designer, spend his twentyseventh birthday? His finger grazed the screen of his cell phone. Nervousness overcame him though, and he decided the numerous text messages could wait. Justin released a long sigh. Soon, he would arrive at the Belis Nightclub— time to celebrate.
Justin raked a shaky hand through his black curly locks. He would never say he thought he was handsome, but good looking wasn’t a stretch. His skin was a creamy caramel color, eyes a deep smoky quartz. He was aware that his image was one both women and men flocked to. People said he was the perfect blend of his polar opposite parents—his mother a rich dark-skinned woman and his father a lightskinned man.
The never-ending sounds of traffic made it harder to sit still. Thomas, the young Caucasian man who was driving, kept staring at him in the rearview mirror, grating his sensitive nerves. After a few minutes, the glances were adding to his edginess.
“Do you get a break, Thomas?” “Yes, uh, Mr. Parker, I do, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough. By the way, I’m one of your biggest fans, sir. You should relax. It’s your birthday celebration. You seem to be distant tonight.”
“Thanks, I am a bit nervous. I just have to meet someone then I’ll get over it. Since you’re a fan, I’ll make it a point to give you some merchandize before I leave. Is that okay?” “Oh, that would be amazing. Thank you so much. I’ll give you some privacy.”
Thomas gave him the same goofy grin that complemented his baby face while the partition sealed off the back seat. Justin’s gaze shifted to the tinted window. Sounds of the passing cars carried on in the illuminated night. The limo turned into a vast parking lot next to the Belis buildinga grand structure, several floors high. Fancy cars dropped off crazed worshippers of the nightlife. Paparazzi flashed their cameras non-stop on the popular ones. He got out of the limo and closed the door, taking a deep, shaky breath.
He looked down at his navy Armani suit and black leather shoes. Self-consciousness clouded his thoughts. He was afraid of meeting a stunning model, who happened to be his friend’s cousin. Dylan Wilson, his friend and stylist, started showing him pictures of Natalie in photoshoots with top designers to convince him that their brand needed her buzz.
Ten minutes passed, and they still didn’t show up. Justin searched the small crowds shuffling in and out of the entrance. Pacing back and forth, he nearly jumped when a hand grabbed his upper arm.
“Slow down, oh my god, you look amazing.” Dylan appraised him with a captivated gaze. Her manicured fingers brushed the material of his suit. She wore a silver robe from the latest collection, and he could smell the sumptuous fragrance drifting around her.
“Thanks, you look great too. Where’s Damien?”
“He’s trying to find parking space. Damn, your outfit, they’ll be lining up again. And I don’t know why you insist on staying single.”
Her blue eyes scanned his outfit from head to toe. He followed her lead, watching her sleek, blonde hair bouncing off her shoulders. They walked into the club filled with celebrities who partied together.
“You’re late.” He raised his voice in the noise.
“Honestly, it’s not that bad.” “Is she here?”
“Not yet, relax. We’re here to have to fun. My cousin just wants to meet you. At this point, I’m fairly confident that she’ll join us soon.”
Dylan dragged him past dancing bodies to an empty sitting area. Her silver robe was surely the most attentiongrabbing piece in the building. When they sat down, she signaled one of the ladies serving drinks to come over. The waitress smiled, lowering her head to hear Dylan properly.
“We’ll have two Grey Goose Martinis, thanks,” Dylan said, and then she turned to him. “Aren’t you looking forward to meeting the new face for our spring-summer collection?”
“I am, but it can be frustrating when some of the famous ones drop us for the most prominent designers.”
“We don’t need fame to grab attention, so far our brand is excelling with young models that haven’t blown up yet.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Why do you insist on stressing just when everything comes together?”
Dylan mastered the talent of speaking with her gaze fixed on her cell phone screen. Before he opened his mouth to answer, she stood up and rushed to the dance floor. She was dragging a tall, slim figure toward their spot. Justin noticed her the moment they broke free from the rocking bodies. His mouth almost dropped open, watching the model’s graceful stride, as she moved up close. Instead, he squared his shoulders and tried to smile. Natalie Wilson was more beautiful in person with flawless pale skin and wavy, dark hair. His mouth went dry when he spotted her voluptuous cleavage.
“Natalie, I’d like you to meet Justin Parker.”
“I’m so thrilled to finally meet you.”
A brilliant smile lit up Natalie’s face, exposing pearly, white teeth—her natural lip color concealed by magenta lipstick. She moved closer, extending her hand. Justin took her delicate, manicured hand into his while he assessed the flawless model. Her fair skin and facial features came together to form a gorgeous face that could never go unnoticed, her jet-black hair draped over her upper arms. She wore a red, knee-length Valentino dress that Justin hadn’t seen before. He realized that staring at her for so long would make her uncomfortable and withdrew his hand.
Natalie and Dylan sat across from him. They resumed an argument, but he wasn’t paying attention, pretending to page his phone. Every time he sneaked a glance in Natalie’s direction, he found her staring back, a burning gaze that made him shift in his seat. Justin wanted to ask many questions, but his mind was blank.
“Forgive me, I’m so nervous. I don’t know where to begin, I know so much about you already.” Natalie’s soft, pleasant voice was nearly drowned out by the club music. Justin adjusted his slim black tie. “I know a lot about you too. I’m just here to clarify that we won’t restrict your freedom but it can be draining trying to get hold of a model who’s giving someone else more attention.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve been modeling for six years, and none of my agents complained about my commitment to their work.”
Justin nodded. The impact of her presence made his heart beat faster every minute. He adjusted his tie, straining his hearing when she continued.
“I received a call from one of the photographers earlier, his name is Arthur. He said there’s a photoshoot coming up,” Natalie said.
A smile played on his lips, but he maintained his composure. “Yes, that’s tomorrow.”
“I know. I’ll be there.”
“Are you sure? Your contract starts in the next two weeks.”
“I’m sure.”
“I told you to relax,” Dylan said, she gave Justin an impatient look. “Now, I’m getting the waitress to bring us a bottle of champagne to celebrate our new face. And I have to meet Damien outside. He’s still trying to find parking.”
Dylan left them alone. An occasional glimpse of Natalie’s cleavage covered halfway by the dress gave him indecent thoughts. He looked into her eyes, lost for words.
“I’m your biggest fan by the way.” Natalie’s words took him by surprise.
“I find that hard to believe. There are better people to obsess about in the industry.”
“You’re one of my personal favorites. Even with a brief modeling career, you were still able to come up and dominate runways for Givenchy and Jean Paul Gaultier. Don’t you revel in your own success?”
“I do. I just haven’t reached the pinnacles. Four years ago when I decided to go off on my own and live my dream as a designer, I had no idea there’d be so much chaos.”
Natalie gave him a reassuring smile. “You seem to have everything under control.”
“Appearances can be deceiving.”
“Do you still get the same attention as a designer?”
“Yes, I do. Even people I never dreamed I’d meet...”
Natalie smiled, and he was delighted to see her study him with curiosity. Justin felt his face warm up whenever he stole glances in her direction while pretending to be interest- ed in the crowd of party animals on the dance floor. A different waitress brought the champagne in four wine glasses. Natalie took a sip from one.
“So, do you mind if I ask you a few things I don’t know about you?” she asked.
“No, go ahead.”
“Do you like going out often?”
“Not really, most of the time I’m forced to, especially after the shows. It’s one way to socialize with clients.”
“I figured. Dylan told me you prefer spending nights working.”
Justin panicked. “What else did she say about me?”
“Uhm, she mentioned that you grew up in Marseille. You studied there then you moved to Paris after an Elite agency scout offered you a contract at the age of fifteen. Twelve years later, you’re this fashion god.”
Justin nodded, taking a sip of the crisp, delicious champagne. He was impressed with Natalie’s interest in his achievements.
“Thank you for the compliment,” Justin muttered.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you clearly.”
Natalie shifted closer to him until their knees were nearly touching. He stilled for a moment. She focused on his lips. Enchanted by her looks, he inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume, flustering as she leaned in. She was the epitome of sexy, and he feared that working with her under the circumstances would be close to impossible.
“We’re back.” Dylan’s voice caused the model to jump back a little. Justin was grateful to regain his breathing space again. Dylan sat next to her boyfriend, Damien. After meeting a few weeks before at another club in New York, they were inseparable. Damien was a buff football player whose presence at Fashion Week was unusual. His muscular arm came around Dylan’s waist, and they continued flirting. Meanwhile, Justin managed to keep his composure.
“I came to meet Miss Wilson so is it okay for me to leave now?” Justin asked.
“But we just got here. Let loose, I mean it, Justin. You’re so overworked. It’s not healthy for you,” Dylan said.
“She’s right, everything in moderation.” Damien’s voice boomed. His giant frame showed that his workout plan was far from moderate.
Justin had only two glasses, but his head was spinning, and the euphoric feelings were getting him too heady.
“In an hour, I’m leaving,” Justin said.
“Fine with me,” Dylan beamed, making a signal to the waitress to bring more liquor.
“I can’t believe you allow her to do that to you,” Natalie said.
“He doesn’t mind. Do you?” Dylan asked casually.
“I do, I just prefer to agree with you so you can stop pestering me. And you pester me a lot,” Justin said.
Dylan giggled. “See, he’s so patient and understanding.”
Dylan was getting tipsy. She turned to her man and resumed their public display of affection. Natalie hadn’t stopped staring, causing Justin to shift in his seat.
“Since you rarely do this and you have an hour, I think it’s only right to show you a good time,” Natalie said.
She took Justin’s hand before he responded and led him to the bar. Different color shades of lighting illuminating the dim club danced on Natalie’s curvy body. Her backless dress showed fair skin, giving him unexpected racy images. She let go of his hand while she spoke to the bartender, a busy young man who stared at her in a way that gave Justin a sick feeling. He felt like a schoolboy when the excitement of holding her hand twice took him by surprise.
The bartender pushed forward two small glasses with a clear liquid.
“Bottoms up,” Natalie announced. She gave him the other glass. He watched the attractive model take a swig of the shot, then her features crumbled as she blew at strong taste of the liquid a few times. After composing herself, Natalie gave him an adorable, beckoning look to partake of his own spirit. Justin threw the vodka in his mouth, instantly setting his throat ablaze. He squeezed a lemon slice in his mouth, and the bitterness dissolved. Natalie tried to get the attention of the huffing bartender. She pointed at the glasses, and the bartender gave them a refill. Justin shook his head to protest when the bartender offered a second.
“Oh c’mon, another round,” Natalie begged. Her soft, seductive voice distracted him.
“Honestly, I’m not much of a drinker. I’m not supposed to anyway. I have to be in the studio in two hours.”
Natalie moved closer to him. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“You’ll soon learn that I’m no fun.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Natalie lifted the glass and Justin took it hoping she’d step back if he agreed. After drinking the vodka, he felt the flames re-ignite down his chest. Natalie drank the shot and placed the glasses back on the counter. He wracked his brain trying to figure out what she was thinking. She closed the distance between them, and he felt like he was suffocating. The model who was the object of his darkest fantasies seemed to be leaning in for a second time. Why did he have a wild urge to let her kiss him?
His head was spinning when Natalie’s hand came around his nape to pull him in for a luscious kiss. At first, he froze in place, but when Natalie’s tongue prodded slowly into his mouth, he moved his arms around her petite waist. Their tongues swept over each other in the consuming moment. Justin committed to his memory the feel of the model’s body and the sweet taste of her mouth.
The slightest touch from her set his body on fire. His knees felt like jelly and his palms became damp. He tried to rationalize in the back of his mind, but lust clouded his thoughts and senses. In a blissful state, he felt increasingly hot for the woman. Natalie licked Justin’s lower lip and sucked gently. Justin pulled away from her, taking deep breaths. He was scared that being intimate with her might end up compromising the agreement they had earlier.
“What’s wrong?” Natalie asked innocently.
“Sorry, I’m not supposed to...”
“Why not?”
Justin shook his head again. “It’s completely unprofessional, and it can’t happen again.”
“All right, I’ll respect that. I’m sorry. I guess I’m beyond tipsy at this point.”
Justin chose to believe it for his own piece of mind. “It was nice to meet you,” he said, and he hurried for the exit. The whole night had turned into a confusing mess. Luckily, the limo was already waiting for him. He closed the door inside and let out a shaky breath.
“Where to?” Thomas asked.
“Take me home, please.”
Thomas nodded while he drove away. The partition rolled up, and he was thankful for the brief privacy. Justin had to calm down to be able to process the event that had just unfolded.
The clear blue sky was on display through the open windows, it fell into the background of a breathtaking elevated view of Soho, Manhattan. Natalie lay awake in the bed mid-morning. She was glad the photoshoot was in the afternoon. Her body was heavier when she wanted to get up. The previous night had turned out to be a thrilling, crazy experiencemeeting Justin Parker was a dream. He was more attractive in person, with his tan skin and bold eyes. A sharp, tingling feeling raced through her breasts when she recalled their electrifying kiss that left a lasting impression on her.
Natalie wondered when the secret obsession for his body had begun. All the time they spent together, and the obsession persisted. She had already seduced the designer in the heat of the moment the night before. The sensation traveled down all over her skin to settle in between her legs. All of a sudden, she wanted to touch herself at the memory of their heavenly kiss.
She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Her thoughts about Justin revolved around the desire to see him naked. She had seen old photos of him half-naked before but discarded the feelings as pure lust. What was happening to her? She turned on the hot water in the shower. After several minutes in the water, she went to the mirror to brush her teeth. She dried her long tangles with a cordless dryer. The ring tone on her cell phone beeped in the bedroom, and she hurried to answer the call after wrapping a white towel around her body.
“Hello.”
“I hope you’re ready by now. I’m coming to pick you up in five minutes. The guys are done setting up everything,” Dylan said.
“I need new clothes here.”
“Just wait for me, I’ll find you something that will fit you perfectly.”
“Bring some fries, please. I just can’t make breakfast with so little time.”
“Fine, I’m hanging up before you try to ask for something else.”
Dylan hung up. Natalie was glad to work with her devoted cousin. Justin was no different. He slaved through the years to establish his brand in contemporary fashion. Natalie was mesmerized by his personality and creativity. She tried to focus on other things.
After locating the remote, she turned the flat screen TV on. Nothing interesting was on, but she kept flicking through the channels. Dylan bustled into the room carrying a forest-green robe. Natalie took it from her, feeling the rich, cotton fabric between her fingers. Just by studying the design, she grasped the details of the dress.
“Is this another Valentino dress?”
“Yes, I got it from a cousin after the show. It’s exquisite.”
“Certainly, the designs are always unique and elegant.”
“C’mon, put it on already,” Dylan said.
Natalie slipped into the dress then she walked to the long mirror next to the window. The dress exposed all her curvy angles in a subtle manner
“You’re definitely wearing it for a good impression.” Dylan mused, scanning every angle.
Natalie put on her gray Jimmy Choo stilettos and some jewelry to complete the outfit. She kept her head still to allow Dylan to apply makeup on her face. Once they were done, they ambled out of the apartment and caught the lift just before it closed.
Dylan unlocked the rental, a sleek, black Mercedes Benz sedan
When they were inside, she reversed out of the parking spot. The ride to the studio was about twenty minutes long. Dylan recounted their crazy night the whole way. That made it hard for Natalie to forget about Justin and the soft, consuming feel of his lips.
“Will Justin be there?” Natalie asked.
“Yes, he usually skips the photoshoots but this one is a big one. Like I said first impressions.”
Dylan pulled over and entered a car park situated near the huge Magnetic studio. They walked up to the sliding glass doors. Throngs of stylish people dressed in the latest trendy garments filled the spacious reception. Natalie followed Dylan to a large room with silver double doors. The brightly lit interior of the room had an extending platform surrounded by high-tech camera equipment. Several lanky models, the makeup artists and the camera crew filled the studio. Natalie hardly paid attention to other models when it was time to work. She altered her mind out of the chaos in the room and maintained the highest level of concentration. The cause for her nervousness was seeing the head designer again.
Dylan guided her to a line of black chairs in front of a long mirror that stretched to the end of the wall. When she was seated, Natalie saw an African American young lady move behind her to ruffle her long hair. The hair stylist managed to be gentle while her hands flipped and blurred in the haste of recreating the ideal look. Another Caucasian woman wiped her face with a damp cloth and started dabbing a substance that resembled the color of her skin. Mascara curled her thick eyelashes, and her lips painted a matte crimson color. Natalie watched as her face transformed from bland prettiness to striking perfection.
When the makeup artist was satisfied with her work, she rushed to attend to another model. Natalie walked over to where Dylan was standing next to a young, blond man with a bold dress code and bright blue eyes. His eyes lit up when she joined them.
“Your cousin is gorgeous.” The man told Dylan.
“Natalie, this is our stylist, Shawn. He’ll show you the outfits to wear. Just follow his orders, I’ll see you after,” Dylan said then she left them.
“Follow me,” Shawn instructed, walking ahead. His walk had a touch of femininity.
After flipping through the clothes, he selected the first outfit for her, and she hurried to change in one of the small fitting rooms. When she was done, Shawn guided her to the white screen platform. Her graceful posing came naturally. In a few minutes, she had enough frames worthy of a fashion spread but Shawn directed her to another outfit, and the moppy-haired photographer took more pictures. No matter how tiring her posing became, she kept her facial features composed, and her body was never in an awkward position
Hours later, they rounded up the photoshoot. Natalie searched the studio for Dylan. Her cousin was chatting animatedly with Shawn near a rack of designer clothes on hangers. Just as Natalie was making her way toward them, she saw Justin saunter into the studio.
She stood still to watch him, even in casual clothes; he was the most stylish, handsome man in the building.
He raked his curls while searching for someone. Natalie melted the moment Justin’s gaze fixed on her. He walked up to where she was standing. He was dressed in a stylish, white, silk shirt and navy jeans. Like most of the men and women in the room, he wore designer shoes. His body was a splendor. Natalie caught a whiff of his cologne.
“Hey. Are you busy?” Justin asked.
“Not anymore, why are you asking?”
“I wanted to let you know that we have to go to Paris in two days. I think one of the guys sent you an email, you’ll
receive more details. If you can’t leave, that’s okay, we haven’t officially started.”
“How can I refuse an opportunity to go there?”
A smile was playing on Justin’s lips, but he managed to keep his composure. Natalie spared a sneaky glance at his lips. She had tasted his lips the night before, and she felt the pull that drove her to do it again, and it bothered her. Justin kept looking at her outfit which made her cheeks heat up.
Natalie had no idea where her curiosity about the man came from, but she was sure there was an electrifying connection between them. The fact that other models wanted him sparked some jealousy in her.
“Do you speak French?” Justin asked.
“I understand it, but I’m not a fluent speaker.”
“That’s okay, I’m sure you’re way better than Dylan.”
Natalie laughed. “I won’t tell her you said that.”
“I’m not that good myself. Traveling makes my French a bit rusty. Anyway, I have to see your pictures so if you’ll excuse me,” Justin said.
“Guess I’ll see you later.”
Natalie was overjoyed that she’d see the sophisticated man more often and that also worried her. Her newfound
obsession with Justin was forbidden, they had to work together.
Concentrating in a busy room was a skill Justin had perfected a long time ago, but the arrival of Natalie threw
him off. Shawn, the beauty director, was gushing over all the frames with Dylan. Justin rarely looked at the same pictures over and over again, but Natalie’s held his gaze until Shawn paged through to the next one. The pictures were flattering and sophisticatedJustin was beyond the point of simple visual stimulation. Her makeup was subtle, and every position her body eased into made her more appealing. Each frame captured her flawless features to perfection. It took several minutes just to narrow them down. They went back and forth all the images until they settled for one they agreed on.
“Dylan was right, she’s a stunner, these will capture the attention of most fashion designers who can afford to employ her,” Shawn said.
“I’ll keep her for as long as I can,” Justin said.
Seeing her again made the lustful thoughts worse. An hour later, Justin rounded up his editing session with Shawn and left the studio when everyone else was dispersing.
Thomas waited for him in a red Cadillac.
“Take me to the apartment. I have to start packing.”
“I still can’t believe you’re leaving so soon, Mr. Parker.”
“I don’t stay in one place for a long time. I’ll come back. I always have to come back here.”
“I understand.”
Evening fell upon the bustling, restless city. Thomas maneuvered through the chaotic traffic with ease. He drove for about forty minutes to the Upper East Side of New York.
The apartment building was in a private gated estate. Thomas dropped him off near the entrance.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Thomas.”
“Enjoy your evening, Mr. Parker.”
Once he was in the lounge of his apartment, he threw his body on the black suede couch and flipped through his text messages on his cell phone. He was quick to answer when the phone buzzed in his hand.
“Hello? We’re coming to get you, okay?” Dylan raised her voice in a place with loud dance music.
“I’m not in the mood tonight. I’m so stressed about the show.”
“Yes, I know, we’re coming in a few minutes,” Dylan said then she hung up.
Several minutes passed in the shower while the hot water sprayed his skin. After dressing in jeans and a t-shirt, he packed the rest of his clothes in a Louis Vuitton bag. The doorbell rang. Justin checked his reflection then hurried to open the door. Dylan appeared with company. She entered, followed by Natalie. Justin felt the rush of seeing her but managed to avert his gaze to glare at Dylan.
“We’re here for the last night, we have to go party,” Dylan announced.
“Like I said I have to work tonight,” Justin muttered.
“Okay, no, you’re too antsy. Everything has been organized, and I guarantee you after a few drinks it won’t matter.”
“You’ve always been a good influence on me,” Justin said.
“Are you coming? Damien is waiting. Shawn and the others will also be there. C’mon,” Dylan begged.
“We’ll be back in New York partying in a few weeks.”
“I can’t believe you’re doing this right now. You know I can’t leave you alone like this.”
“Dylan, just go, I’ll talk to you in the morning. People are waiting for you.”
Dylan looked at her cousin Natalie had been quietly analyzing the situation.
“I’ll keep him company for a few hours,” Natalie said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I won’t be missing out on much.”
“Thanks. Now let me go.” Dylan gave them a suspicious look then she walked out of the apartment.
Justin turned to Natalie in confusion. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I do. I just told my cousin I’ll do it.”
“That’s really nice, but I’d rather be alone, I definitely can’t focus with you here now.”
Natalie nodded. Justin panicked when her smile faded, and she seemed dejected. Whenever their gazes met, a wave of strange emotions fluttered in his belly. This is so wrong.
Justin was close to giving in to the need to have her at that moment.
“I understand,” Natalie said. She moved to the door.
“Wait.”
Justin went to stand before her, close enough to get a whiff of the alluring fragrance coming from her chest. The
dress tightened around Natalie’s round breasts making them more prominent. He looked back into her eyes before he was caught staring. Natalie’s intense gaze sent chills through his skin.
He cleared his throat. “That was rude of me. I’m sorry.
I’m just a bit cranky,” he confessed.
“I can tell. You’re always thinking about work, you need to unwind.”
“So what should we do first? I have some great films.”
“I thought you wanted to be alone,” Natalie said.
Justin shook his head. “Forget about that.” When the lustful yearning overcame him, he put his palm on Natalie’s cheek. “You look gorgeous.”
Justin’s hands held the sides of her face, feeling her soft lips brush his. His head was spinning by the time she
opened her mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue in. He felt her arms close around his waist. A low whimper escaped him when her breasts came into contact with his chest. He had a time catching his breath then he increased the pressure around her firm breast, making her moan. He gave both her tit a gentle squeeze. I just have to be with her once. Justin trailed his hand down to grip Natalie’s left breast. What was he doing? Natalie’s tongue was licking in between his lipshis actions were harder to control, his arm came around her, and he squeezed her against his chest. He felt his own heart pounding.
Justin worked on discarding Natalie’s dress. Anticipation to see the model’s naked body built up, his hands trailed down her waist to pull up the black material. Justin was sliding his hands upward until the silk fabric came off. He marveled at her beautiful body and delicate skin. Her eyes halfclosedreflecting his own lust while he appraised her red, lacy lingerie. He unhooked her bra and looked down at her breasts. His mouth fell open. Natalie got impatient when he didn’t stop gaping at her chest. She lifted his t-shirt off and claimed his lips, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth.
He released a low, sexy groan when her nipples pressed against his bare chest. Their tongues wrestled until he pulled back again.
* * * *
“Are you sure we should...”
“Yes,” she whispered, unzipping his jeans. She lowered them halfway, along with his Calvin Klein underwear and
kneeled before his full-size erection. At first, she licked and swirled her tongue tentatively along the stretched skin. The taste made her wetter. When she put the tip in her mouth, he hissed.
“Fuck, Natalie.” He placed his palm on top her head, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. She sucked harder,
back and forth, sneaking a glance to see him staring down at her with hooded eyes, an intoxicated expression on his face.
“Ahhh, damn, come here.” He groaned, pulling her up.
He fumbled with his jeans and underwear until they were off. Then he grasped the back of her thighs, picking her up effortlessly to secure her legs around his waist. He sat on the couch and focused on stroking his tongue on her nipple. Her head fell back and her eyes closed. She got distracted from the throbbing member beneath her. He teased and sucked her other nipple, and she was panting again.
“I want you inside now,” Natalie demanded. And he was quick to respond, lifting her butt with one hand and guiding himself in between her legs with the other. When she lowered herself, he stretched her, filling her wetness, her stomach felt like it was flipping upside down several times. He moved rhythmically at her pace. His eyes closed as if the mind-blowing sensation of sinking himself deep inside built up the pleasure, causing him to moan aloud without restraint.
He shifted his pelvis and pounded hard and fast. She was digging her fingers into his shoulders.
He stopped, lifting her again and placing her flat on her back. Every move she made became the sexiest most intriguing display. Lifting her pelvis, she welcomed him back in.
Once he entered her, her toes curled, and she gripped his biceps.
Justin kneeled upright without pulling himself out then picked up her legs by the ankles until her feet were up in the air.
“Oh god, Justin...”
He pulsated faster, slamming his pelvis against her thighs, occasionally brushing his lips on her ankles. The
moment exceeded all her expectations derived from the fantasies about him. All her thoughts were hazy but one that bothered her.
“Do you want to try something crazy?” she muttered.
“Depends,” he responded.
“I met a very interesting gentleman a few days ago. He’s your photographer, Arthur. Dylan told me you guys are
close. He expressed his interest in me. I’d really enjoy having you both. Or maybe you’re not into it?”
His mouth fell open in awe of her brazen proposal. Natalie bit her lip. She begged him soundlessly she became
the hesitant, timid one.
“Sounds thrilling,” Justin muttered. He sent a quick text then stretched to place the phone on the low table. “I’m only doing this because I want you. He’ll be here any minute now.”
“I ve never been with two men before,” Natalie confessed.
“We can stop. I wasn’t supposed to agree to it anyway. I can call it off.”
“No, you did fine,” Natalie muttered, she reached Justin’s chest and stroked it. She trailed her hand down his toned abs and took him in her hand.
“There’s no stopping you, is there? Let’s go into the bedroom.”
Once she made it to the bed and laid down, Justin placed his tongue on her neck, moving it along her throat in slow, seductive lines. Natalie felt the rush all over her body. His tongue traveled across her chest, above her right breast. He moved lower until his tongue brushed over a nipple. Natalie took a deep breath and ran her fingers through Justin’s curls while his tongue circled around the nipple. His right hand caressed and massaged the other breast.
His fingers brushed her clit. He rubbed with more pressure, making her moan louder. Two fingers probed her labia, moving deeper inside her. She yielded to overwhelming pleasure. Justin stopped moving his hand when his phone beeped. Her eyes searched his adorable face.
“Sorry about that,” she mumbled.
“It’s okay, relax. As long as no one finds out, I don’t need the rumors about me unabated. Only for tonight, okay?”
“Thank you.”
He stood up, putting on his navy robe and sauntered to get the door. Seconds later, Justin made way for Arthur Taylor, the famous photographer that she had met in several shoots. The chemistry between them was always present but not quite as deep as her affection for Justin. Is Justin really into the whole idea?
Arthur seemed very pleased to join them. He was in his early thirties with the most adorable brown beard. His hair was a rich, bronze color, neatly combed over at the top one of the most stylish and well-groomed men she had ever met.
The heavy thumping in her chest dragged on, never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d let two gorgeous men ravish her at the same time. The idea was compelling when Arthur discarded his clothes and Justin dropped the robe on the floor. Then he was on top of the bed, spreading her legs open. He planted kisses down her flat tummy, in between her legs. Arthur was beside her head as he pushed his rigid shaft into her mouth. The flicking motions of Justin’s tongue made her moist. His tongue licked expertly until she couldn’t control her breathing.
Her eyes closed when his tongue plunged deeper then he licked and sucked her clit. Arthur pumped at her mouth. Each stroke of the tongue made her writhe on the covers. Justin lifted his head, his eyes half-closed. He slid back into her, deep until she whimpered at the glorious contact. She was floating in a state of euphoria. Her cries came whenever Justin penetrated faster, and she stopped sucking the other man for a while. It took Justin a few more strokes to make her moan out loud. Then she resumed sucking Arthur, who seemed content moving at a slow pace.
Justin pounded hard at her, and his groans were audible. At that moment, he seemed indifferent to the presence of the other man. Justin lay on his back, pulling her on top of him. Her labia parted over the tip. She lowered herself onto him. Soon, she gained a slow, sultry rhythm until her insides fluttered. He pulsated inside her like it was the only thing he wanted to do ever since they met. Natalie was compelled to ride him at a steady pace. Her pelvis rocked back and forth. She felt Arthur’s hands grab her waist from behind. Her face flushed hot when a lubricated cock probed in her rear.
“Open up, babe,” Arthur whispered in her ear. She spread her legs wider. Arthur’s erect member was invading
her behind in a slow, teasing manner. She gasped when he finally filled her. The men pulsed inside her until they found a rhythm that matched. Arthur was groaning too. She tightened as he pushed harder to mount his own pleasure.
Justin sucked her neck. His hands gripped her butt cheeks while he slammed his pelvis in between her legs. She was floating on a cloud. Being simultaneously penetrated was a mind-blowing, first time experience for her. A tremendous wave of pleasure made her pulse go into overdrive.
Her moans were louder as she spread herself, allowing them to search for their own peak. Arthur penetrated deep into her tight opening. They were breathing heavily by the time they reached the peak. Arthur pulled out at once. Justin preferred to wait for her to react. She looked into his dark eyes. Her heart hammered as she drifted in ecstasy.
“I wanted to do that yesterday,” Natalie admitted.
“Me too. Well, the part where he’s not around.” Justin smirked. He moved his tongue over to take her nipple into
his mouth. After spending some time on her breasts, he looked at her face with hooded eyes. Natalie wasn’t done
catching her breath when the burning sensation dominated her center again. A delightful sensation concentrated between her legs.
“Do you want to try something unusual?” he asked.
She was panting in a blissful, hazy state. The sound of his voice bewildered her.
“Sure,” she muttered.
“I want you while I’m standing.”
Justin picked her up without pulling out. Natalie watched the attractive man getting up. Her pulse was still pumping at a high rate. He was standing with her legs hanging over his arms. Arthur came from behind with his hands on her waist, and he pushed back in her behind. Justin resumed rocking his pelvis upwards to fill her. She squirmed, lifting her hips toward the contact. She had a slow build up to another rupture. Her cum flowed down her labia leaving her breathless.
Justin found her reaction amusing. “You look amazed.”
Natalie brushed her fingers over the back of his neck. She kissed his sensuous lips, her tongue diving in his mouth.
Justin responded to the lure by slipping his own tongue over hers. Arthur returned, pushing his shaft into her depths. He gently penetrated her. She was steadily making sure he glided all the way in, filled to the depths.
Their motions left her dazed and lightheaded. Her hands gripped onto Justin’s neck while she was penetrated at a temperate rhythm. She felt the thrusts all the way. Instinctively, her pelvis shifted downward to move them deeper.
Justin kissed her neck while he maintained a slow pace that was starting to make her legs shake. Every thrust added onto the prolonged pleasure, bringing her closer to instant gratification. Their bodies were completely in sync. Even though they hadn’t known each other that long, they were intimate as if it came naturally. The nerve endings in her nipples tingled. She shuddered as her entire body electrified as if exposed to live wires.
When the men quickened their movements, she whimpered.
Filled deep inside her, she plunged into another mind-blowing orgasm. Arthur groaned, and she felt him
spasm for the second time. By the time Justin slipped it out of her, she’d convulsed, leaving her sated and sweaty. All her senses gravitated to Justin, who was still supporting her weight. Her first time with two men was glorious but not more than the first few hours alone with Justin.
To be continued...
