Page 31 of Who’s Playing You (In The Nick of Time #1)

SCOTTIE ANDERSON

F or almost two hours I’d sketched what felt like twenty five different drawings of Nicholas. As the light had shifted, so had we. And he’d changed his pose about four times for me.

For this session, I just wanted to dust the cobwebs off my figure drawing and so most of the sketches had been kind of a “quick and dirty” job, as I liked to call it.

Very rough sketches except for more detail in one area.

This allowed me to focus more in on my technique and master more the spacial aspect when it came to the human form.

But on this piece, I was taking my time.

Nicholas was simply standing in the very middle of the studio.

Still stark naked. His dick still very much at half mast, just like he’d told me he’d remain.

The man wasn’t lying. I suppose it helped with the drawings too - gave me a lot to work with.

Because his dick was the most beautiful one I’d ever seen.

It was just… perfect. The perfect specimen, if you will.

It had been hard, yes the phallic member, but it had also been hard to try to keep my eyes from constantly wandering to it. It was just so damn beautiful! And honestly, who said that about penises? It was long and thick and that one vein… ohmygawd!

Nicholas didn’t seem to mind my wandering eyes, but honestly, what guy who was packing that thing would mind?

Nicholas was so comfortable in his body, he just strutted around like this was an every day occurrence for him.

And maybe it was, in which case, good for him.

But it wasn’t often that I was in the presence of God’s favorite male specimen.

I mean, he had to be a favorite to look like he did.

And to further hammer that conclusion home was the fact that he was smart, and nice, and considerate, and fucking funny!

Ugh. He really did win the lottery with his whole… being.

I envied his future wife.

She’d really get the entire package wrapped up in this sexy, sexy… oh fuck, he was talking to me and I’d zoned out again.

“Sorry, what was that?” I asked, trying to save my own ass.

He just smiled, probably fully aware that I was lost in inappropriate thoughts of him. “I was just saying that I’d love to cook you dinner once we wrap up here.”

“Oh, that’s very nice of you, but I don’t want to monopolize any more of your time. You’ve already been so gracious and given me half your day and…”

He quickly, yet respectfully, cut me off as he gently asked, “Hey Scottie?” I immediately shut my mouth and my eyes snapped to his. When he had my full attention and seemed satisfied that I was listening he continued, “Remember when I told you that I don’t do anything that I don’t want to do?”

I just nodded.

“This is me inviting you, wanting to cook you dinner.”

A moment passed as we just looked at each other, the weight of his meaning falling all around us.

Then another passed.

I nodded my head, “That would be nice,” I half-whispered and capped it with a, “Thank you.”

“But I’ve got a bit of bad news for you…”

I looked slightly alarmed, “What’s that?”

“I’ll have to put some clothes on, it’s too dangerous for your new favorite toy to cook without providing him with a barrier of protection,” he laughed and I couldn’t help but grin, too. “You know, the threat of stovetop splatters and all that.”

A few minutes later, as I was wrapping up my final sketch, Nicholas shifted, which changed his pose.

“Shit, sorry, Scottie. I didn’t mean to move like that,” he said as he realized he’d totally shifted my angle and the lighting.

“Was it like this?” he asked as he attempted to get back to his previous stance.

“Hang on,” I said as I put my pencil down and moved toward him. I got right up close to him while trying to be respectful of his “second in command” as he called him. I began by moving his right arm back in position before fixing his left arm, and instructed him to slightly alter his footing.

His right hand left the newly positioned location I’d just placed it in and his index finger gently and slowly swept across the bridge of my nose while he looked down into the depths of my soul, “Charcoal,” he stated simply and so intimately that my breath stuttered. He then moved his hand back.

“And I’ll just put your head back…” I began as both my hands cupped his jawline, my fingers splaying over his neck, below his ears, and his jaw. I felt the tension in him as he gnawed his teeth together. “Just… this way…” I said on a whisper, my breath brushing against his face.

His deviant right hand found my hip, and while my hands attempted to hold his head in position, he dipped it slightly.

So slightly.

His lips were barely touching mine as he whispered, “How about this way?” and then he kissed me.

It felt like all of the pieces of my life finally fell into place, because nothing in my life had ever felt this explosive and right.

His lips were so soft yet firm. They were demanding yet gentle.

I was entirely lost to the feel of him that enveloped my entire being. His fingers were threading through my hair as he cupped my head and led me closer to him, while his right hand continued to hold my hip.

He then let out a low growl as he pulled back a fraction, leaning his forehead to mine while making sure our lips were basically still touching.

“Please tell me,” he said before kissing me again.

“That this is,” again he pulled away by mere millimeters as his right hand had now moved to my ass, and his fingers dug in like they would never let go. “Okay?” he finally finished.

“I think I might actually die if you tell me this isn’t okay. No pressure or anything,” he said before kissing me again, but I could feel his teasing grin.

Which wasn’t the only thing that I could feel because holy mother of all that was holy!

His gigantic cock was now even larger and was thrusting into my stomach, quite adamantly I might add.

I could just feel it and not see it, because Nicholas held my head so he could continue to kiss me.

But I could so vividly feel every inch of that gorgeous dick and it just simply must be fully aroused now, because if this is what he felt like at half mast… I mean, he could break stuff with it!

“Scottie?” he questioned as he moved his head to kiss from my jaw and down my neck. “Is this okay?”

Then a whiny and needy voice I’d never heard before stated to the Universe, “For the love of all that is sacred, don’t stop. Please don’t… ever stop.”

Before I knew what was happening, Nicholas had grabbed me by the thighs, lifted me up and on instinct my legs wrapped around his trim waist. I squealed in surprise.

He kissed his way up my neck while he walked until my ass hit the edge of the work counter which also doubled as the island in the center of the room. It was at the perfect height for me to sit perched on the edge.

“Fuck Scottie,” he said in exasperation mixed with relief as his left hand once again found the back of my neck and head, his fingers threading through my blonde strands, as he tugged on them to angle my head to give him better access. “You look so beautiful and fucking sexy right now.”

He had positioned himself between my legs, my needy center getting hotter and wetter by the second. I’d be embarrassed if I actually cared. It didn’t help matters that with every kiss, every ministration, that his glorious cock gently thrust into my center, eliciting more heat from me.

My hands had half-wrapped around his lower torso, and I held him firmly to me. But it was as if my hands had their own plans because my left hand brushed up and down his muscled and firm back, while my right hand descended and briefly skimmed over his very firm and solid ass.

Realizing where my hand was, I quickly retreated and had it move back up to his lower back, but Nicholas muttered between kisses, “Don’t stop on my account, honey.

Grab it, squeeze it, massage it, own it.

I don’t care. I love your hands on me, all over me.

You’ve got me so turned on and hot for you right now,” he shared so freely.

By the last of his confession, he’d pulled his head back a little so that he could fully see my face and I his. We were both gasping for our next breath. Chests heaving. Cheeks and necks flushed. My heart was pounding in my chest.

His openness and honesty had me admitting something I don’t think I’d feel comfortable saying to anyone else, “Me too, I mean, you too. You’ve got me so hot right now.”

I barely saw his full megawatt smile because he captured my lips with his once more, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, having it dance with mine where they battled for pleasure.

His hands gripped the globes of my ass and he pulled me to the counter’s edge as he thrust into me once more.

His hands then made the ascent up, supporting my back, as he pushed me with his torso to lay flat on the work bench.

Once I was flat on my back, his fingertips danced down my torso, stopping briefly at my breasts and gently squeezing them, before pulling my nipples taught through my bra and T-shirt with his thumb and forefinger.

The zing of arousal shot through my entire body when he did it, again and again, each time tweaking them slightly differently with a variation of pressure and angle.

And the bastard just grinned. Fully aware of what he was doing.

After the fifth pinch of my nipples, I gasped as my body gave a full-body shudder. My mouth formed an O in surprise and no words came out, except the whimper that had just squeaked out past my lips without my permission.