Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
When Shane smiled, Van took another picture.
Shane wrapped a hand around his aching erection and Van said, “Hold that thought.”
He set one of the cameras on the bed. He grabbed a tripod from his closet before setting the other one up so it faced the bed. Goose bumps traveled across Shane’s skin. His dick got harder, thicker, and a warmth raced through his gut. Christ, he wanted this. Wanted it so goddamn bad he could hardly breathe.
“Almost done,” Van said before disappearing in the closet again. He came back with another camera, this one he set up at the foot of the bed. “I want us at every angle I can have us.”
“I want that too,” Shane rushed out.
When he finished, Van picked up the camera he always used when he’d taken photographs of Shane. He flicked his own towel away too. “It was getting in my way.”
His cock was long, swollen, and so fucking hard. “Guess you’re happy to see me.”
“I could say the same about you.”
“Always,” Shane replied, because it was true.
“Put your hand on the wall, Shane. Look out the window.”
Shane nodded and did as Van said. Click, click, click, the camera snapped behind him, then to the left of him.
“Your body is so beautiful. Part of me thinks it’s a tragedy to not share it with the world, but the other part needs to keep you all to myself.”
Shane shuddered, fucking trembled from the inside out at Van’s words. “You make me feel like I’m someone else.” That he lived a different life. His dad had left him. Caleb had been taken away. He was just the man with the sick mom who fixed people’s cars, but with Van, he was someone else. Van saw him…when Van took his picture, Shane felt seen.
“Don’t. I just want you to be you.” He wrapped his arms around Shane from behind. “Let me see if I can make this work. It might not come out so well.” He put the camera in his right hand and cupped Shane’s balls with his left. Click he took a picture of his hand on Shane. Fisted Shane’s dick before doing the same.
“Get on your knees for me, Shane,” he instructed and Shane did, turned around and dropped right down for him.
He nuzzled Van’s sack. Heard the camera snap. Sucked one of Van’s balls into his mouth, before looking up. Click.
His body felt like it had too much electricity going through it. Too much power and hunger and need. Like he would burst from it.
“So fucking sexy. Take the tip in your mouth and look at me just like you are.”
Shane did it, sucked the swollen head of Van’s cock into his mouth and looked up. Click.
It was crazy how powerful he felt there, on his knees for Van, owning who he was and what he wanted and doing something that was for himself. Because those photos, the recording, they would be for him. This Shane that he could be when he was with Van.
“God, I’ll never get enough of you.” Van tangled his hand in the back of Shane’s hair, flexed his hips a little to push himself deeper into Shane’s mouth.
Shane gladly took him down, wanted more as Van continued to take pictures.
“My nuts want to spill already. We need to slow down.” He pulled Shane to his feet and kissed him. Tongues battled, moans were swallowed, teeth clanked and Shane just wanted more. “Get on the bed for me.”
Shane’s eyes darted to the camera. The one on the other side of the bed that likely got everything they just did.
Yes.
He took pictures of Shane as he walked, pictures of Shane as he lay down.
“Touch yourself and pretend it’s me. Whatever you want. It’ll all be fucking incredible.”
So Shane did. He stroked his dick and pinched his nipple. Click, click, click.
He played with his balls and rubbed the pre-come at the head of his cock. Click, click, click.
He sucked his finger into his mouth and spread his legs and pushed the digits deep inside his hole. Click, click, click.
And he felt invincible. Like the goddamn sun, so bright and strong.
“Oh fuck. You’re killing me, Shane. So beautiful.” The bed dipped and Van climbed on, got right between Shane’s legs so he could get a close-up of Shane fingering himself.
He kissed Shane’s balls and said, “I can’t wait until that’s my dick,” before there was another click, click, click.
Shane slipped his finger out, spread his legs more, lifted them, rubbed his balls as Van took a picture of his hole. “So pretty.” Van pet it with his finger, then leaned in. “I want to eat it.” He lashed Shane’s pucker with his tongue, licked it. Felt like he fucking feasted on it.
Pleasure detonated; mini explosions burst throughout Shane’s body. “Fuck, that tongue of yours.”