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Katelyn Carter sat inside the cold room waiting on her subject that she was supposed to be taking subjective photos of for their portfolio. She had never taken pictures of a model before, and it made her nervous. What if they weren’t good enough? What if he laughed and she was fired before even starting the assignment? She scrolled through her Instagram while waiting for the client, and then the door opened, and a woman walked in.
“Miss Carter, I have an NDA for you to sign, given your profession I’m sure you’re aware of what that means.”
“Oh yes ma’am, right. It’s a non-disclosure agreement.”
The woman shook her head and corrected her, “yes but I need you to understand that these images are not for you to sell to the media. My client, while he enjoys the attention, doesn’t exactly want these public.”
“I understand.” Kate signed the forms and waited on him, watching the not so friendly woman leave the room. The door opened again, and a man walked in wearing only a thin white sheet. He was tall, tan, and muscular. Oh god he looked like something straight off a movie screen. The pen fell from her hand, and she nearly tumbled out of the chair as she saw him.
He approached; one hand extended while the other holding the sheet in place. It could drop for all she cared, with a body like that, she could only imagine how the rest looked. “Tyler Owens.”
“Kate Carter. Nice to meet you.”
He moved back. “Now where do you want me?”
In my wildest dreams Mr. Owens, I’d like to put my hands on your chest. “Oh, uh right there that small stool if you don’t mind.”
He moved back and began posing. He looked handsome as his hair began blowing in the air from the fan. What would that feel like? She imagined soft like cotton. The thought made her smile, imagining it wet after a dip in the pool or a hot steamy shower.
She had to take a deep breath and hold it to try and control her thoughts. Her heart was racing because this man was doing things to her like no other.
“Like what you see darling?”
She bit down on her bottom lip, she did, very much so. “Uh huh.” She muttered and he raised a brow.
“Getting some great shots?”
“Oh, uh right. Yes.” Of course, he was referring to the images on her camera she had been taking. She was going to embarrass herself before this session was over if she wasn’t careful.
“Let’s try another angle.” As he positioned himself, she watched and that sheet covering his lower extremities started slipping down. His adonis belt was showing. He was like a statue.
“May I?” He nodded and she sat her camera down and reached for his face, adjusting for better lighting. She expected it to be smoothe but instead he hadn’t shaved in a day. The prickling against her palm made her smile. It was going to be interesting as she edited these photos later. If being here in person with the man bothered her, she could only imagine the millions of fan girls who would soon purchase this magazine to hang his poster on their walls. Hell, she wanted to do the same.
“There we go that’s perfect Mr. Owens.”
He began flexing his biceps. “How’s this?”
She smiled, “I can work with it.” But that’s not what she wanted to say. In reality deep inside she wanted to tell him how he was driving her crazy with his looks to die for and now flexing his muscles in all their glory.
“You do this often?”
“Well, it’s helping me pay for my schooling.”
“You going for photography?”
“In ways but mostly I want to photograph the skies. Be out there in the storms as they happen.”
“Meteorology? Are you a storm chaser?”
“I like chasing them and capturing the action yes.”
“Thrill seeker, my kinda gal.”
After a few more shots were taken she looked around the room. “I sense a southern drawl to you Mr. Owens. May I add something?”
“Be my guest, and please call me Tyler, Miss Carter.”
“It’s Kate.” She spoke as she found a resistol cowboy hat to contrast the sheet and add to the images. “Try this on.” As she handed it to him, that thin sheet was doing nothing to hide the outline of his cock. Why was he not wearing underwear? Was the nude his favorite?
Suddenly the man stood up and placed both hands on his hat as the sheet draped to the floor. There he was, naked and exposed.
Fuck me she did all she could to avoid staring but this man was clearly a damn Greek God. It took her a moment to compose herself.
“How’s this Kate?”
She was blushing, it was obvious as she felt the heat in her cheeks, probably as red as the racerback tank she wore.
“I uh, I will make it work.”
“Something wrong darling?”
Shaking her head, “no, I’ve never done a shoot like this before.”
“First time for everything.” He decided to flex more, and she knew he was showing off. “Am I bothering you?”
“Not at all, it’s just—well wow.” After snapping a few more shots he stood beside her.
“Want a closer look?” Was all she heard but as he pointed to her camera and stood beside her, she knew, as she showed him some of the shots, she felt his shaft brush against her leg. Oh my god!!! she wanted to scream but in a positive way. How was she this lucky to film a celebrity?
“You can touch it ya know.” Wait, had she heard that right? Suddenly she was mesmerized by him as if under some sort of magic spell. The denim of her jean shorts wet with desire.
“Oh, okay um…” Was she going to do it? He took her hand, the hand of his that had just been adjusting himself was now touching her as he cupped her cheek. She moved into the touch, finding it relaxing.
“You ever thought of modeling? A face like yours could—.”
“Oh no, I’m not a behind the camera I mean I like the camera just not being on the camera.” She stuttered and struggled to form the sentence as he ran his fingers through her hair removing the scrunchy tossing it to the floor.
“Let loose Kate, relax.” His lips pressed against her neck, warm as fire, her pulse threatening a heart attack. She could die in this moment and be forever content. A man this gorgeous, was into her? Was this some sort of fevered dream? If so, never wake up Kate.
“I can take you here right now and make you scream my name.” He whispered into her ear.
“Please do Tyler, the things you’re doing to me, I need to feel you inside me.”
“As you wish.” His hands crept under her shirt, touching the silk of her bra thumbs sliding under the uncomfortable wire. Her tank now long gone somewhere across the room. As his hands explored her body, she found herself secretly hoping and praying that door was locked and the no one interrupted them. His finger unfastened her belt and her shorts puddled at her feet, two fingers suddenly inside her as she cried out.
“Oh yes Tyler.”
The feel of his fingers sliding in and out of her wetness and touching where she most desired set her body on fire as she felt the words he whispered against her neck, “Cum for me baby.” And she did. Her whole body shaking in ecstasy. Opening her eyes, she was staring into his deep green ones and his lips met her own. That white sheet soon tangled around both of their bodies as he buried himself deep inside her.
“Kate! Kate! Kate!”
“SHIT!” she rolled off the bed while tangled in the sheets from her childhood bed. Her heart was racing rapidly.
“Katie are you okay in there? I heard you saying strange things.”
Her mother had, OH MY GOD!!! Kate wanted to curl up in a ball and die. Hopefully she hadn’t said his name out loud. Why was she dreaming about an annoying cowboy anyways? But after the rodeo and hearing his story, was he annoying? Suddenly she could relate to him on another level.
“Yeah, mama I’m fine.”
“Well, whenever you get around to it, there’s a man here came to check on you. Says his name is Tyler.”
Tyler. Oh No. This was going to be a long afternoon. Where the hell had that dream even come from? Yeah she had been staring at her camera still hanging on her door in the room, and some candids from the time she snapped pics with Addy and her friends. Tyler was no model but he was a YouTuber, and very handsome to that. She finally changed clothes and decided to brave the storm waiting downstairs, in the form of her mother and Tyler Owens, but the flush of her cheeks gave away her not so innocence.
"I'm coming." Just not that type of cumming.