Centrefold

by Kris Norris

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  Centrefold

  ISBN #978-1-907280-61-0

  ©Copyright Kris Norris 2009

  Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright December 2009

  Edited by Christine Riley

  Total-E-Bound Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.

  Published in 2009 by Total-E-Bound Publishing 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road

  , Spridlington, Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, LN8 2DE, UK.

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-melting.

  Christmas Crackers

  CENTREFOLD

  Kris Norris

  Dedication

  To Mark, for always insisting I’m as beautiful as any centrefold. To my kids, who never tire of doing the happy dance with me whenever I sign a contract. And to my family and friends, for politely listening to all my ramblings about my books. I’m truly blessed.

  And to the best editor a girl could have. I’ve won the lottery with you, Chris, and I couldn’t be happier. Thanks for making my work shine and for believing in me.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Mr. Universe: World Physique Federation

  Chapter One

  Glade Manor – home of Spyce Magazine

  “That’s it, Scarlet. Now cross your ankles…a bit more…good. Hold still.”

  Scarlet tried not to breathe, afraid any movement would bare her breasts even more. The camera already had a full view of her ass as she lay on the fluffy white carpet, chin resting on bent fingers, feet crossed at the ankles. She didn’t need her nipples on centre stage too. She looked at her reflection in the mirror behind the photographer. Her brown hair hung in long curls, the red Christmas hat tilted off to one side, and other than the leather version of elf shoes laced up her feet, she was completely bare.

  “Nice, now push your chest out just a bit. We want men dying to see what your nipples look like, so give them just a hint.”

  She fought the dizzy feeling as she chanced a glance at her partner. Roman leaned against the wall, his dark eyes following her every move. His gaze swept down her body, pausing in all the right places. Heat danced along her skin when his eyes met hers. They were heavy and dark, like a leopard gazing at a newborn calf. He’d never looked at her like that before.

  “Great work, Scarlet,” said the photographer, capping his lens. “If that doesn’t make grown men wish for their own Christmas angel, nothing will.”

  She feigned a smiled, but knew it didn’t reach her eyes. She accepted the robe he handed her, wrapping it tight as she rose off the floor.

  “You’re very beautiful, Miss December. I’m glad Mr. Glade decided to shoot a teaser pose with all of next year’s centrefolds. Men will be aching to see your full spread.” The photographer moved closer, ignoring the hooded glare Roman flashed him. “Perhaps you’d like to continue this shoot…in private?”

  Scarlet stepped back just as Roman grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck and threw him against the wall. “I thought I’d made it clear. Scarlet’s my lover.” He inched his face closer, ruffling the man’s collar. “She’s not interested in playing with you.”

  The man laughed. “You know something, Roman. You keep claiming she’s yours, but I haven’t seen you so much as kiss her outside this room.” He pushed Roman back and straightened his shirt. “I’ve been watching you two. Sure, you go to all the games, but you don’t participate in any of them. Why, just this afternoon there was a pussy eating contest.” He licked his lips as he shifted his gaze to her. “I don’t recall seeing your sweet little cunt up there on display, your lover’s head wedged between your thighs.” He turned back to Roman, a sneer spreading across his lips. “I’m starting to think maybe you two aren’t what you appear to be. There’re rumours the cops are trying to infiltrate events like this. Maybe…”

  “Do I look like a cop?” interrupted Scarlet, moving in beside Roman. “Please, give me some credit. I learned early that when you’ve got breasts and an ass like mine, you don’t have to do more than wiggle them to make a living.” She wrapped her hands around her partner’s arm, easing into his embrace. “Roman’s just following my lead. I don’t mind posing nude, Mr. Everett, but I’m a bit shy when it comes to public displays.”

  Everett eyed her. “Shy?” He shook his head. “If you say so. But if you don’t want me to pass my suspicions along to security, you’re going to have to convince me.”

  Roman’s cock peaked at the man’s words and she couldn’t halt a soft whimper from feathering across his shoulder. He bent down, brushing his lips along her neck, tasting the sweet spot behind her ear.

  “What exactly did you have in mind?” asked Roman.

  “There’s no one else here, and this was my last shoot.” He waved at the bearskin rug. “If you want me to believe you’re her lover, then show me.” He patted his chest pocket. “I’ll even take you with me tonight to meet my supplier. I know you both want more of what’s been floating around.”

  Scarlet tensed. This was it. Their big break. Seven days on the damn job and they were only one fuck away from nailing this drug dealer and his mob supplier. But could she go through with it? Would he? She clenched her jaw, not sure how to answer, when Roman’s voice sounded above her.

  “So you want to watch?” His shoulders shrugged around her. “That’s cool. I’m sure Scarlet won’t mind one set of eyes watching her. But you’d better be serious about your meeting. That shit you’ve been trying to pass off as heroine isn’t going to cut it.” He slid his hand down and cupped the mound of her ass. “My baby deserves the best.”

  Everett mumbled something back, but it got lost in the thrumming of her heart. He was going to do it. Make love to her, right here on the damned floor of the studio. While another man watched! The world dipped a moment before she realised she was in Roman’s arms, moving over to the rug.

  She looked up at him, captivated by the erotic gleam in his eyes. He didn’t look upset…he looked like a hunter claiming his prize after a long hard chase. And if his cock was any indication of his enthusiasm, she had a feeling he was in the mood to put on quite a show.

  “Roman…”

  “Easy, darling,” he soothed, lowering her to the rug. “I know this wasn’t how you envisioned me loving you tonight,” he began, his voice loud enough for Everett to hear. “But under the circumstances…” He motioned back to where the man had taken root in a chair. “Just close your eyes, and feel everything I can do for you.”

  She tried to speak, but he caught her lips in a primal kiss, dipping his tongue into her mouth like a man who’d dreamt the act a thousand times. He traced every hollow, every dip and curve, until his taste was all she knew. She moved with him when his fing
ers twirled through her hair, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss. His soft moan drew her back, his lips still touching hers, their breath mixing.

  “I’d like to say, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “But I’ve wanted you for a long time, and I don’t plan on wasting any opportunity I’m given.” He kissed the soft shell of her ear, making her body arch into him. “By the time I’m finished, no one in the room will doubt I’m your lover.”

  Scarlet moaned as he slanted his lips over hers again, this kiss more demanding than the last. He didn’t taste her this time, he conquered, thrusting inside, devouring her mouth, eating her without mercy, without hesitation. Every flick of his tongue sent a pulse to her groin, heating her juices until they coated her velvety lips. Hell, if he didn’t stop soon, she just might come.

  Roman pulled back, swiping his tongue along her lower lip. “Damn, you’re beautiful. Your lips all full and wet.” He drew a deep breath. “Smells like your other lips are the same, darling.” He bent forward, placing a quick kiss on her nose. “Now let me see your sexy body.”

  Scarlet snagged her lip as he pulled the edges of her robe apart, easing it over her shoulders until it pooled around her wrists. She skirted a gaze at Everett. He sat in the chair, brushing his cock through his jeans, his gaze focused on her breasts, as Roman reached down and held one heavy mound in his hand.

  “God, I love your breasts,” he said, grazing his thumb over her hard nipple. “So big and firm. And your nipples…they’re so quick to respond.” He looked into her eyes. “You like it when I pinch them just a bit hard, don’t you?”

  She cried out as he tweaked one turgid bud, rolling it around then pulling it firmly away from her body. She couldn’t stop from arching into him, begging him to use his mouth. Roman smiled, his reply a heated breath across her skin.

  “Oh yeah. I’m going to use my mouth.” He nodded towards her hands. “Now get rid of that robe and hold your breasts for me.”

  A shiver tingled along her spine. His voice was rough, dominant, and edged with a tone she hadn’t heard before. Her nipples tightened further as she slipped the fabric off her wrists and placed her hands beneath her breasts, lifting them towards his face.

  “Very nice,” he praised, licking each one. “Like sweet little strawberries.” His head dipped down again, this time taking her full nipple into his mouth. A moan vibrated through her chest as he drew on the hard bud, nipping at it then rolling it around his tongue. Her hands reached for his head, needing to thread them through his thick hair. Roman moaned as she anchored him to her chest, plucking her other nipple with his fingers. “It’s too bad you can’t have a taste, darling,” he said, switching sides. “They’re absolutely delicious.”

  Scarlet tilted her head, brushing her hair against the curve of her ass as the hat teetered and slipped to the rug. She thought about tossing it aside, but that meant releasing Roman’s head, and she couldn’t seem to get her fingers to let go. Roman pulled back, lifting just enough to meet her gaze.

  “Lay back. I can smell your arousal, and if I don’t get a taste of you soon, I might just die of thirst.”

  She moved with him, one large hand braced against her chest, the other cradling her head. He fanned her hair across the rug as she settled onto the soft fur, her hands still gripping his head. “Roman.” She forced herself to swallow, hoping to ease the dry rasp of her voice. “I’m a bit self-conscious of…”

  “Of what?” he interrupted, circling one nipple with a single finger. He looked behind him, smiling at the man now openly caressing his shaft. “Everett?” he asked, turning back to her. He flicked it off like the man was nothing more than a fly. “He’s just jealous I’m the one who gets to touch you. Hell, this is as close as he’ll ever get to having such a fine piece of ass.” He reached down and cupped one pearly cheek in his hand. “And you do have an incredible ass. One I’d love to play with. But first…”

  Roman trailed his finger up, drawing it through her narrow slit. He hummed his approval, as he brought his drenched finger to his mouth, licking the moisture clean. “Like peaches and cream.” He made another pass, dipping deeper. “God, I can’t wait until you come all over my tongue.” His eyes narrowed as he gazed down at her bare sex. “Okay. Now I want you to open up nice and wide for me. I want our friend over there to see just what he’s missing. Every drip of your juice. Every pulse of your clit. I want him to know what a lucky man I am.” He hooked his thumbs along the inside of her knees and drew them apart. “Keep them like that, or I’ll be forced to punish you. And I’m sure our friend would love nothing more than to see your pretty ass get spanked.”

  Scarlet could only nod, shifting her gaze between Roman and Everett. The man was pumping his cock, making it weep with anticipation. Roman brushed her skin and she skirted her eyes back to him. He eased back, giving Everett a better view of her pussy as he drew her velvety inner lips apart, and gazed at her clit.

  “So delicate. God, it amazes me how something so fragile brings you so much pleasure.” He swirled his finger around the tiny nub, arching her hips forward. “You like it when I touch you there, don’t you. But I think you like it even more when I lick you.”

  The breath she’d been holding hissed free as Roman dipped his tongue into her sex, curling it around her clit. Darkness threatened, her body so sensitised she had to will her release away. Too much. Too many sensations building her up, and she couldn’t seem to stop the ascent.

  “Fuck, Scarlet. I’ve only just started eating you, and already I can tell you’re close. Damn, you’re such a responsive little minx.” He lapped at her. “That’s it, fight it. Wrap your fingers around my hair and make me work for my sweet prize.”

  Scarlet moaned, and when Roman growled in reply, she couldn’t stop another from rumbling free. God, he was good. Plunging his tongue deep inside her, then spreading the warm liquid around her clit. She lost track of time, of the man moaning in the background, as Roman slipped his finger inside, touching her deeper than any man ever had.

  “Damn, you’re tight.” He wedged two inside her this time, pushing against her tender flesh. “I’m not going to last long once I get inside you. I’ve never felt such sweet pressure.”

  “Oh God. Please. Please let me come.” She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. He’d taken her higher than she’d ever been, and she knew, if he didn’t let her come soon, she might just melt into a puddle of lust.

  Roman chuckled against her flesh, pulsing her clit. “Okay. I’ll let you come. Now throw your head back and scream for me.”

  His name vibrated the walls as he latched his mouth around her clit, his fingers pumping her slick flesh. Everett groaned his release as hers rocked through her, sending her pussy into spasm, her vision exploding into shards of coloured light. Roman hummed against her clit, the sound of him drinking her release only prolonging her orgasm. She’d never come that hard before, and was almost frightened at the thought of him making love to her. What if she lost consciousness? Or worse. What if she lost her heart?

  Scarlet fluttered her eyelids open just as Roman moved over her, his cock nudging her weeping sex. She didn’t know when he’d stripped off his clothes, but the feel of his hot skin against hers made another ripple of pleasure shiver over her. He smiled at her reaction, inching inside her, when Everett’s voice sounded behind them.

  “Fuck this,” he whined. “I can’t see anything if you fuck her that way.” He scraped his chair closer, remnants of his climax still clinging to his skin. “I want her on her hands and knees. I want to see those tits bounce as you pound her from behind. What good is having an ass like that if you don’t use it?”

  A deep flush laced down her skin as the man moved into a more favourable position. She’d always considered her ass to be a bit on the ample side, its mounds matching the large swell of her breasts. But the way the men at the Manor had been sizing it up, she was starting to see it in a different light.

  Roman tensed above her, and for the first time since h
e’d touched her, she saw uncertainty. She met his gaze, reading his thoughts in the shift of his eyes. He didn’t want to take her like that…didn’t want to cheapen what they were sharing for the first time. She smiled, and brought her lips to his ear. “Nothing can change what this means to me. So take me anyway you want.” She dipped her tongue inside the shell. “You can make it up to me next time.”

  Roman moaned, whether from her actions or words, she didn’t know. But before she could feel the loss of his cock, he had her flipped onto her knees, one hand wrapped around her hair, the other cupping her waist. He tugged on the strands, arching her head back as he whispered against her neck. “You’ll pay for allowing me to take you like this our first time, and I can’t wait to spank that pretty ass. But for now, give him a good show, ‘cause he’s right. Every man dreams of thrusting against an ass like this.”

  Scarlet cried out when his hand connected smartly with her ass as he plunged his cock home, sheathing himself inside her in one fluid motion. He tugged on her hair again, adding a sharp sting, as he pulled the heavy length back through her tissues, rimming the edge of her sex with his crown before reclaiming the lost inches, making the flesh on her ass shimmy from the impact.

  “Ah, fuck. You’re so damn beautiful.” He moaned as he slammed home again, locking his sac against her clit. “I’m not going to last long. You’re just too damn sexy.”

  “Then fuck me hard!” she screamed, tossing her head back as he tugged even harder on her hair. God, when had she turned into a masochist? She’d never allowed any lover to inflict even a hint of pain. But every sting of her scalp, every firm slap on her ass only increased her desire until she begged for more.