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“We thought you’d be busy studying,” Caspian adds.
That’s true. I’ve spent the past week or so utterly swamped with studying, and the only man I’ve seen is Finn during class. There hasn’t been time for anything else, but I’ve been missing them like crazy, and I need a way to relax. This thought became the perfect idea and all I told them was to meet me in this private studio at my desired time.
“Are you scared?” I lift one brow, teasing them with a smile.
“Of you?” Finn matches my brow lift and his stance eases a little. “No chance.”
“You should be,” I threaten deeply, then I burst out laughing. “No, but seriously. I miss you guys and I know we don’t have a lot of time, so I thought you could all help me spend time with my favorite passion.”
“Which is?” Caspian asks as he wanders around the room, running his fingers over a few of the set pieces I’ve chosen. Three hardback chairs create a half circle—or a triangle, depending on how you look at it—with a cushion in the middle.
“Photography of course.” I smile and quickly adjust a few settings on the camera. “And you three. So, I want you all to pick a chair, get comfy, and then I want to see those gorgeous cocks.”
Caspian picks a chair immediately, dropping into the middle one while his hands move to his belt.
“You’re going to photograph us?” Finn asks as Asher chooses the chair on the left.
I lower my camera. “Only if you’re comfortable. I want to use the three of you in the nicest way. I want you all to masturbate to me while I capture the pure pleasure on your faces and bodies. Unless you’re too chicken?” I keep my teasing light, not wanting any of them to feel cornered into my idea.
“Depends,” Asher remarks, unbuckling his belt before he sits. “Are we allowed to come?”
“Not until I say so.”
“Alright,” Finn decides. “I’m game.” Just as he moves toward the right chair, I catch his wrist and pull him back toward me a step. His brow dips slightly in question and I silently lift my hand and grab his tie. Tugging at it, the knot quickly slides free and I pull it from his neck. Then I unbutton a couple of buttons on his gray shirt and drape his tie around my neck.
“Much better.”
“Thanks.” His eyes twinkle as he winks at me, then he takes his seat and after some rummaging in his clothes, his cock slides free from his pants.
Caspian and Asher are hard already, and Finn is at half-mast. A few strokes in and his length is thick and hard, making my mouth water.
“Y’all are that hard already? I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
“You’ve no idea,” Caspian murmurs, clasping his hand around his cock.
I take my place on the cushion in the middle and turn to Asher. “You first, since you’re so used to being around a camera. The rest of you, I want you to stroke yourself slowly. Keep yourself hard until it’s your time to shine, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Finn says. I glance over my shoulder and he winks at me again, then I focus on Asher.
“Are you okay with me taking pictures that include your face?” I ask.
Asher nods. “I trust you.”
Warmth bubbles under my ribs and I lift the camera. “Tell me what you’re thinking about,” I say softly, choosing to focus on his face first. “Tell me how you want me.”
Asher’s warm brown eyes lock on mine, and his fist moves slowly over his cock. The head flushes crimson within a few seconds and he slowly bites his lower lip.
“No judgment?” Asher asks. I shake my head and Caspian snorts from his chair.
“Let your freak flag fly, my man.”
“Alright, well right now I’m thinking about how good it would feel to slide my cock past your pretty lips,” Asher says and a light blush creeps across his cheeks. “I know how fucking amazing your pussy feels and I want to feel your throat. I wanna fuck so deep that your cute little nose is pressed up right here”—Asher’s other hand touches the soft skin just above his cock—“and I want to see your eyes water. I want to hear those adorable sounds you make, trying to accommodate how thick I am. That wet sound is so fucking hot.”
As he talks, pre-cum beads at the top of his cock and his hand picks up its pace. I snap pictures of it all. From his thick length to his panting chest and the way pleasure flickers across his face like a whisper.
“That control of you not being able to breathe and trusting me to take care of you. Of knowing that I hold you and your trust in my hands while your throat grips me like a fucking vise. I switch between that and fucking your face so hard that my cock’s just a blur. And each time I drag you off for more, I imagine you leaning in, desperate for another taste—fuck.”
I can’t resist. As Asher speaks, I lean up onto my knees and press a gentle kiss to the crown of his cock, then I drag my tongue over the velvety softness and clean away the beading pre-cum. It’s replaced a half second later as more slides down his cock. I savor the taste and lean back.
