Behind his Lens

by Beth Michele

  “Oh, Christ.”

  “Is this okay?” he asked, sweat from his chest dampening my back.

  “Yes.” I moaned. “Please, just fuck me already.”

  “I want to fuck you slow,” he whispered. “I want you to enjoy every moment of me being inside you. I want you to feel my cock. To feel me.” Sean opened his mouth against my skin, trailing slow, hot kisses along my spine. His fingers loosened from my hip and he circled his hand around my chest, pulling me against him. “You feel so good, Colt. So freaking good.” His hand started to wander, and I was aching for him to curl his long fingers around my dick, to make me come while he fucked me.

  But he didn’t.

  Instead, his tongue kept up its relentless pursuit while his hand continued to knead my skin. And then he started moving, driving the head of his hard cock back inside my ass, thrusting in and out at such a painstakingly slow pace it made me dizzy. “Jesus, you’re tight.”

  The feeling of my ass taking his cock, the combination of ecstasy and pain forced a guttural moan from my chest. And I couldn’t believe how good this felt or how much I wanted it. How much I wanted him.

  “Fuck, that’s good.”

  “So good,” he groaned. His voice was strained, thick with arousal. I felt how tight his body was wound, felt every inch of his cock buried inside me. Yet somehow it wasn’t enough. I wanted him deeper, wanted him in places no one had been before.

  As if he sensed my need, he started to pick up the pace, pounding my ass with his hard length. Lube dripped down my hole. Slippery and wet, and out of this fucking world. We were both moaning, breathing heavy from the exertion, from the insane pleasure of it all.

  Unable to hold my head up any longer, I let it drop. Sweat trickled down my skin and I licked the taste of salt from my mouth. Everything was building inside of me, coiling tight, and I needed relief. I reached for my dick right when the bite of Sean’s teeth came down hard on my shoulder. That small stab of pain made me whimper and he let out a low growl, followed by the press of warm lips to ease the sting.

  “God, yes. Oh…fuck.” He ground into me, breathing erratic and exhaled a loud groan as he came. His whole body shook with a series of small tremors and I found it hot as fuck. I tugged on my cock, jerking it, until my balls drew up and an orgasm slammed into me with such force that I collapsed against the bed.

  “Holy fuck.”

  He traced his tongue from the base of my neck to my ear, whispering, “You all right?” His question was soft, and I nodded, trying to catch my breath. “Good,” he replied in a low rumble as his breathing slowed against my skin. “How was that for you?”

  My chest warmed to the knowledge that he was thinking about me. I managed to lift my head and glance at him over my shoulder. A smirk teased the corner of my mouth. “You couldn’t tell?”

  He smiled, knowing. “I’m glad.” Kissing me hard on the mouth, he added, “Because I can’t wait to do that again…and again.” Another cocky smile burst from his lips. “And again.”

  I fired a grin back. He made it impossible not to. “Because practice makes perfect, right?”

  Eight Months Later

  Me: How was your date last week?

  Colt: Amazing

  Me: Tell me about this guy

  Colt: He’s hot as fuck

  I smiled.

  Me: How so?

  Colt: He’s got a big dick

  My grin widened. When Colt and I first got together about eight months ago, this was all new to him. He was shy. Reserved. Wasn’t able to say what he wanted. That had all changed.

  Me: Tell me more

  Colt: He knows just how to suck my cock

  Me: You like having your cock sucked?

  Colt: Hell yes

  My dick strained against the front of my dress pants. I set my briefcase down on the carpet and leaned against the wall.

  Colt: Only by him though

  Me: He’s a lucky guy

  Colt: He is

  I chuckled, loosening my tie.

  Me: You know, as an engineer, it’s all about the small details. So tell me, what’s so special about the way he gives head?

  Colt: He just knows how I like it. He does this thing with his tongue until I’m hard and desperate for him to take me deep. And when he does, I just want to fuck his mouth until I explode. Did I mention he’s got a great mouth?

  Did I mention I’m about to come in my pants?

  My fingers lingered over the keypad when another text came through.

  Colt: It’s not just all that, though. He’s a pretty great guy. He makes me laugh, he’s thoughtful. He also cooks for me since I can’t cook for shit. And he…I don’t know…he remembers the little things

  Me: He sounds like quite a catch. So when will you see him again?

  Colt: I’m not sure. He’s been away for a week on business. I really miss him

  Me: Maybe you should open the door then

  I heard a loud thump before the door opened. The first thing that struck me was Colt’s eyes. They were wide with surprise, and so damn blue. God, I missed him.

  “What are you—”

  My lips came down on his, hard, and I gripped his face, spinning him around and backing him up against the wall. I had a thing about walls, and Colt up against one was absolute perfection. I teased him with my tongue until he opened for me, taking my time, long, languid strokes that had him moaning into my mouth. Getting me hard. I loved hearing the sounds he made when he got turned on. Loved knowing I had that effect on him. And other effects, too. Like the hard bulge in his sweatpants that was pressing up against my own erection, begging to be set free. Before we went any further though, I broke the kiss, an uncontrollable smile stretching my cheeks.

  “I missed you.”

  “Really?” He grinned, breathless. “I couldn’t tell.” His arms looped around my waist and he kissed the corner of my mouth. “What are you doing home early?”

  “The conference ended sooner than expected and I wanted to come home.” I brushed my thumb across his jaw. “To you.”

  He lifted a hand to thread his fingers through my hair that had definitely seen better days. Especially after almost fourteen hours on a plane. “You must be wiped out.”

  “A bit. The plane ride was grueling.” Realizing my suitcase was still in the hallway, I dropped my hands and stepped back. I gestured toward the hall and turned in that direction. “My bags.”

  “I’ll get them. You go relax.”

  “Thanks, baby.” Except I didn’t move. Instead, I watched Colt bend over to pick up my bag and briefcase before rolling my suitcase in. It was so good to see him, and, truth be told, the tight t-shirt and grey sweatpants hanging way too low on those narrow hips were hard to look away from. All bullshit aside, though, Colt was the bright spot in my life. A life that had been mostly filled with working long hours and spending too much time hanging out with my brothers, who at this point were all married and starting families of their own. I wanted that too. And Colt made me happy. Before he came along, I’d all but forgotten what this felt like. Not being able to keep your hands off someone, consumed by thoughts of touching them, fucking them. But it was so much more than that. Other things I missed too. Like laying together and talking, holding each other, finding out details about their day. Yeah, I missed that more than I realized. And I also knew better than anyone how it could be taken away in the blink of an eye.

  “You’re not relaxing.” He strode past me and dumped my bags near the sofa. I must’ve been eyeing him pretty hard because he stared down at himself before meeting my gaze. “What?”

  I licked my lips and took a step closer. “You look good enough to fuck right now.”

  He arched a brow. “Do I?”

  Another step closer. “Hmmm…” I edged nearer until our chests were touching and my lips rested above his ear. “As a matter of fact, I think I’m going to grab a quick shower, eat, and then…”

  His breath caught. “And then?”

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nbsp; “And then,” I murmured, voice low and rough, “I’m going to strip you naked, close my mouth around your cock, and torture you with my tongue.” He moaned, and I kept going. “After I suck you off, I’m going to fuck you, slow, and show you how much I’ve missed you.” I slipped a hand between us and palmed his cock over the thin material of his sweats. He moaned again.

  “Sean.”

  “I’m going to shower,” I whispered, squeezing his bulge and planting a wet kiss against his neck before walking away. “Oh,” I called over my shoulder as I shed my tie and tossed it onto the sofa, “if you look in my carry-on you’ll find something I picked up for you.”

  He smiled, and it was a mixture of shyness and gratitude. Every now and then that expression would appear when I did something unexpected. That hint of vulnerability—another glimpse into his heart—made me want to do it all the more.

  I shut the door to the bathroom and turned the shower spray to hot, filling the air with a moist steam. Traveling always left me feeling gritty, and there was no way I was touching Colt until I cleaned myself up. As I shrugged out of my suit jacket, I smiled. It really was good to be home, and now that Colt was here more often, it felt like home.

  Exhaustion layered my bones as I peeled off my shirt, folded it into a ball and tossed it in the dirty laundry. The door opened then and Colt just stood there, staring. He had a look on his face I couldn’t place. One I’d never seen before. I thought I knew all of his expressions. But not this one.

  As I glanced down, I noticed he was holding the bag of Japanese Doritos. But he still wasn’t saying anything. “You all right?”

  “I think…there’s a pretty good chance that I’m in love with you.”

  My heart might have pounded a few heavy beats in my chest. “Because I bought you Doritos?”

  “Yeah.” He smiled. “Because you bought me Doritos.” And then he turned and left, pulling the door closed behind him.

  I couldn’t suppress the warmth that spread through my chest. Nor could I stop myself from crouching down on the tile floor and removing the velvet box from the inside pocket of my jacket. Because yeah, there was a pretty good chance that I was in love with him, too.

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  What better way to combat rejection than flying to paradise?

  It sounded great in theory, but still it didn’t stop me from reaching under the cuff of my shirt and grasping at the leather bracelet surrounding my wrist.

  “Enjoy your flight.” With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a face full of makeup, the stewardess looked more Barbie-like than human as she strutted down the aisle in her tight-fitting uniform. Maybe she was trying hard to entice men into the mile-high club. Fortunately for me, I wasn’t at risk of falling under her spell. I was, however, completely at the mercy of a glass filled with Jack and Coke.

  I stared at the blocks of ice engulfed by amber liquid, wondering how I got here. Looking around at the luxurious cabin, I shook my head. My parents splurged for first class, bless their hearts. After all, sympathy went a long way in this situation. One glance at the devastation on my face and my mother burst into tears. My father, on the other hand, wanted to rip Glenn a new asshole. But it was impossible. Because he was nowhere to be found.

  What a coward.

  Still, the anger didn’t seem to outweigh the ache in my chest. The dulled pain started when he was five minutes late for the ceremony and kept tearing at me with every second that passed. I sighed, yanking at the bowtie around my neck, wanting out of this monkey suit. Now I was second-guessing my decision to come right to the airport. But I also knew going home would make me change my mind.

  I would wallow.

  My sister, Mia, giving me that extra shove had said, ‘You need to go on with your life. Get right back in the saddle.’ She laughed, of course, realizing the double meaning of her words.

  But she was right. She would have come over a week later, only to find my recycle bin piled high with pizza boxes and scattered with beer bottles. Not to mention the smell of my unshowered body and the sight of five days’ worth of growth sitting on my chin. Of course, Glenn found that sexy.

  Fuck Glenn.

  I stand corrected. I won’t be fucking Glenn anymore.

  The thought made me drain the rest of my drink and signal Barbie over to order another. By the time the plane took off, I’d be toasted. Lit. Smashed. Sounded like a pretty good plan to me.

  After placing my folded bowtie in my carry-on bag and fastening my belt, I retrieved a magazine from the seatback and straightened the remaining ones while waiting for my salvation. When the flight attendant, whose name I learned was Veronica, finally brought my drink, I downed it in record time. As the numbness set in, I closed my eyes and tipped my head back against the seat, the events of this morning slipping from my mind.

  I awoke at some point and looked out the window, discovering we were over a body of water. Turning my head to the left, I also discovered something else. I had company. And for the first time in the last several hours, I was grateful for it.

  I studied my surprise travel companion, my gaze snagging on the strong angle of his jaw, the square of dark stubble trailing along his chin. From the side, his eyelashes were so long they curled against his cheeks, and his lips, well…they were full and perfect. The kind that would look glorious wrapped around—

  “What the fuck are you staring at?” Brakes screeched across my brain, halting my dirty thoughts. This one was hostile. He glared at me with piercing blue eyes. They were incredible. Clear. Ethereal. Mesmerizing in a strange way. But nothing about his anger drew me in. “Did I stutter? I asked what the fuck you’re looking at.”

  “Whoa.” I held up my hands in surrender. “We’re kind of in a small space, and I don’t have a lot of options right now.”

  He ripped one of his ear buds out. “Try the window.” He pointed toward the small round opening in the plane. “It’s that way.”

  Two could play that game. “So I guess a conversation is out of the question.” He flinched, as if he couldn’t believe I had the nerve to keep talking and not follow his directive. His eyes roamed over my wrinkled dress shirt, tailored black pants, and black leather shoes before he scoffed.

  “What is it about me that gives you the burning impression I want to chat?”

  I chuckled, because this guy was a piece of work. “Perhaps it’s your flowery sarcasm?”

  “Good one,” he deadpanned, his tone as bland as his expression.

  Curiosity drove me to prod where it wasn’t welcome. But, given my state of mind, I didn’t seem to care much. “How old are you?”

  He huffed out his bitterness. “Excuse me?”

  “Because if I were judging from your attitude, I’d say you were fifteen.”

  He snorted a humorless laugh. “Well, if I were judging from your dress, I’d say you were a prick.” He looked away then back. “But just so we can end this delightful talk, I’m twenty-six.” I expected him to return to whatever he was doing, but instead, he pinned me with an unwavering stare. “Well?”

  “Twenty-nine,” I replied, scrubbing a finger over my lip as I studied him.

  He nodded, expressionless. “Good, we got that settled. Now I’d like some peace and quiet to enjoy my audio book.”

  “What are you listening to?”

  I swore the corner of his mouth was fighting for the chance to smile. “Hopefully my audio book.” He put the earbud in, facing forward again.

  My gaze darted around the cabin then out the window, restless and in need of a distraction. Since stimulating conversation was out of the question, I opened my laptop bag and pulled out my paperback so I could get lost for a while.

  I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. As always, Stephen King’s words managed to lure me in to his distorted world—exactly what I needed. I was smack dab in the middle of an engrossing scene when a voice dragged me back to reality.
/>   “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

  Now it was my turn to huff. I shifted toward my belligerent seatmate. “Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.”

  He jerked his chin toward my book. “Mr. Mercedes.”

  I glanced down then over to him. “That’s right. What about it?”

  His lips teetered into an almost grin. Imagine that. “That’s what I’m listening to.”

  It took a second for his statement to register before I nodded my head. “Ah, quite a coincidence.” I tossed him a mock glare. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to my book.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned away from me. I heard him mumble something under his breath. It sounded a lot like ‘prick’ but I let it go. At this point, I just wanted to exit the plane and get closer to my goal of a sandy beach and an ice-cold beer—and solitude. Because wallowing on a tropical island certainly beat wallowing in New Jersey any day of the week—and twice on Sunday.

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  As always, to Richard, Richie & Isabella for supporting me on this wonderful writing journey. For being patient when I needed that little bit of extra time…again and again. Thank you for standing by my side always. I love you.

  Nikki Groom, thank you for reading this novella in its initial stages and telling me that I should keep going, reminding me to take risks and to always dream big. I’m grateful for you and our friendship, and I love you dearly.