Get Off on the Pain by Victoria Ashley Page B

at his guitar and starts playing a tune I’m familiar with, but I’m too buzzed to recall the name. All I know is that it has me wanting to do very dirty things to him.
    I start snapping pictures of him playing his guitar, capturing the beauty of his passion while trying to keep my cool. The way his muscles flex with each movement and the sight of his jaw tightening as the tune picks up speed is so damn sexy that I can’t take it anymore. I need to change this up and fast. I’m starting to sweat.
    “Put the guitar down,” I say firmly. “If I’m shooting you then I’m making it a full session and we’re doing it my way. You might as well experience my passion the right way, and that guitar is blocking too much of your body. Put it down,” I repeat.
    Well shit . . . that didn’t come out right. I blame the wine.
    He looks up from playing his guitar and continues to flex his jaw. Without saying a word he sets his guitar down on the bed and stands. His chest muscles tighten at the exact moment he heatedly looks me up and down. “Alright,” he says with a smirk. He reaches for the button of his jeans and starts to undo them.
    “Whoa! What are you doing?”
    He pulls his jeans down till they’re just above the top of his shaft. He looks up to meet my eyes. “I’m doing what you’re too afraid to ask for. I saw the look in your eyes when I offered to get naked for you, Lyric.” He licks the cut on his lip. “So I’m giving you what you want. I’m not too fucking shy to tell it how it is, and I’m definitely not too shy to show my body, so tell me what the hell you want me to do and I’ll do it.”
    My heart starts beating so fast that I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it from where he stands. This was definitely not what I was expecting; not from him, but I can’t help but to want it so damn bad.
    “Alright. Crouch down and put both hands on the sides of your head and look down.” I watch him as he listens. I can’t deny how much I love the power that I feel over him right now. It’s extremely hot and I have a feeling this will be the only chance I get to feel it. “Okay, now look up slightly and flex your jaw.”
    Without a word, he does as he’s told. “Perfect,” I whisper. I mean it. He’s perfect. “Now look down and flex your arms.” He looks into my eyes for a breathtaking second before doing so. “Yeah. Good,” I say breathless.
    I take a few shots of him in that position before asking him to stand against the back wall and stick his hand under the front waistband of his jeans. I couldn’t resist, and hot damn this is my favorite picture of all time. The best part is—he’s a natural and didn’t hesitate one bit. This is by far my best photo shoot and it’s only just begun.
    His eyes are smoldering, as if he wants to rip my clothes off, and I can’t keep my eyes off of his muscles flexing as he adjusts his junk. I bite my lip subconsciously and suck in a small breath.
    “You like that?” He looks into my eyes and starts rubbing his hand over his cock as it starts to harden inside his jeans. “If you want me to touch myself . . .” He looks at my bottom lip as it trembles. “Then just say so. I told you I’d do anything you asked.”
    I swallow hard, trying to keep from telling him what I really want. As bad as it sounds—I want him inside me, fucking me hard. I really can’t tell whether it’s the wine talking or me, possibly even both.
    Not saying a word, afraid that I’ll say something I may regret, I just continue to snap photos, holding my breath as he moves naturally for the camera.
    An hour in and we have over a hundred shots. The only other words exchanged between the two of us were from me giving him orders. I swear it felt as if I were holding my breath the entire time. There were so many other things I wanted to ask him to do. The way my body reacts to him is crazy to me, almost scary.
    He looks up from sitting on the edge of his bed, grabs my arm, and