Sierra Seduction (8 page)

He frowned. “I am?” Like what? Did she want him holding his pack maybe?

“I photograph naked men.” Hot lust darkened her eyes. For him or those other
naked men?
Before his jealousy made him say something stupid, a mischievous grin tilted her lips.

“Strip, and get over there before that rock gets a shadow on it and messes up the shot.” Her voice remained level while his cock rose to full alert and his brain sent panic messages to every part of his body.

Was she kidding?

Naked pics of Val. A fitting scrapbook of their day together in the years to come. As an added bonus, his horrified expression offered adequate revenge for any perceived slight from their younger years. But she couldn’t stop now. And miss an opportunity to see that chiseled body from all angles? Her nipples peaked in anticipation.

He blushed and stammered.
Adorable. “I-I’m not a model.”

“I know, but you’re all I’ve got and they won’t be published. I need to see if the light and shadow work for what I have in mind. If they come out as I expect, I’ll be back here in a couple of days with the models.”

“Remember you said you’d do whatever I asked in exchange for that peep show you asked for,” she barked when he hesitated. “Hurry!”

He took off his clothes and, with a final glance of desperation, waded across the stream. And looked damn good doing it.
What a fine ass. He scrambled up on a boulder and turned to face her. A beam of sunlight lit his cock—embarrassment had done nothing to deflate that beautiful thing.

The woman warred with the photographer. The professional kept snapping, making memories she couldn’t sell. Not only didn’t she want to share his body with the women of the world, an erect dick classified as porn in a lot of circles. Silly, but true.

The woman wanted to fling the camera on the ground and rip her clothes off, splash across the water and impale herself on his swollen cock and ride him to glory.

The light shifted subtly
, setting him in a pattern of light and shadow and the photographer won. But it was close. She’d jump him in a half hour, maybe fifteen minutes. Ten.

As she rushed to switch lenses and capture the magic, an
idea began to grow. If Valiant looked that good at his age, there were bound to be other men she could photograph and perhaps do a spread on men in their forties and fifties. The guys in their twenties were great eye candy but…she focused on his face through her viewer.
You can’t buy character like that.
Her breath hitched.
He’s so sexy.
She’d been photographing men very similar to Val as she remembered him. Her ideal had shifted.

Snapping shots, she called instructions to him. Sent him from one rock to another and then down into the water to stand ankle deep while a strong beam of sunlight lit his features. Her heart thudded in her throat and her breathing rasped.

She let the camera fall to her side and looked at him. Shoulders broad enough to bear responsibility, lightly furred chest tapering down to a trim waist and flat abdomen, if not the six-packs she usually saw through her lens. His cock standing straight and proud as any young man’s ever could. Her clit pulsed, a trickle of cream slid down her thigh.

He cleared his throat and she looked up again, to his face.

“Are we done?”

She nodded, speechless. He was as beautiful as anyone she’d ever seen…and leaving her to go back to his life. To his beautiful children and grandchildren and his wonderful mother. His high profile job. Perhaps the young men she’d photographed didn’t have everything she wanted in a man, for photographs or life. Not that she’d dated them but…

He strode out of the water like a man on a mission. “Better put the camera down.”

“Wh-what?

“And if you don’t have a change of clothes in that bag, you’d better take those off.”

When she hesitated, he did it for her her, pulling her sweater off and her T-shirt then unlacing her boots. Michaela rested a hand on his shoulder and lifted her foot to kick the boot away then the other.
She couldn’t help but touch him. She might never have another chance. And the minutes slipped away. She almost regretted the time spent photographing him but she needed something to remember him by. To fuel her lonely fantasies for the rest of her lonely years. Maybe she’s blow one up poster size for over her bed.

“Val, what are we going to do?”

He lifted her over his shoulder and when she squealed in surprise, he chuckled. “Skinny dipping.”

In a few swift steps he splashed into the shallows and dropped her into a deeper pool. She went under and came up spluttering and cursing, but he flopped in beside her and gathered her in his arms.

“Val, I swear I’ll get you for this—”

His lips cut off what she wanted to say, his kisses washed away any thoughts
she clung to him in the icy snow-melt stream until her chattering teeth drove her to pull away before she bit his tongue. “P-please let’s get out. I’m cold!”

He let her slide down his body to stand and took her hand. Together they splashed to the sandy beach and dried off on a spare sweatshirt he pulled out of his pack. While she watched, he laid out his sleeping bag and sat down, reaching for her.

In the tent the night before, the minimal light provided by the lantern and the raging lust her presence inspired had not given him what he wanted. A chance to study her at leisure and relearn her curves, her face, her expressions. Now, as afternoon came on and the first deep shadows fell over the boulders, he intended to take things slow.

“Val, I—”

“Shhh.” He put a finger on her lips and she stilled, lying with wide eyes while he caressed her cheek. “Were you this beautiful back then?”

Color suffused her face. “No, I was—”

“I said shhh.”

She frowned but didn’t say anything else at his contradictory behavior. Nothing about her brought out the sensible man he was used to in himself. The hard-edged businessman who put all his energy into getting ahead, becoming CEO. This man lying on a gravel and sand beach wanted to take all that energy back and use it to learn how to bring pleasure to the woman who had haunted his dreams.

“I thought
I’d put you behind me.” He stroked a lock of wet hair off her forehead, pressing his lips where it had been. “But I dreamed about you.” He kissed each of her eyebrows and rose a little again to continue his exploration. “At the end of every summer.” And he couldn’t believe she was here, real. Tracing the curve of her cheek, the lines of her throat, he followed his fingers with his lips, tasting the cool water droplets clinging to her. For now, it was warm enough on the beach to be naked in the sunshine.

“Did you?”

Her hands lay at her sides as he pressed kisses over her chest. Her small breasts pointed toward the sky where a passing cloud blocked out the sun, shadowing them for a moment before traveling on. Pale, tipped with sharp raspberry-colored nipples, they drew his mouth like a magnet and he paused in his explorations to devote a moment to tasting them. As sweet as berries, hard under his questing tongue. Her heart thudded under his lips and, lifting his head, smiled at her.

“I still do.” Toying with her breasts, he blew a breath and circled one nipple with the tip of his tongue, then the other, enjoying her hard breathing. “When I saw you yesterday, I thought it was another dream.”

“Maybe it is,” she murmured, her eyes flicking closed. “How can it be real?”

“If it is, I never want to wake up.”

A dream.

Maybe so.

When his mouth withdrew from her breasts and the breeze chilled their damp tips, Michaela opened her eyes and focused on the top of his head. He touched her, working his way down her torso and then,
as her pussy flooded in anticipation, skipping her cunt and tracing his way down her legs.

Another advantage to being fifty-four…her legs stayed smooth longer.
Thank heavens.
She had enough to worry about, under scrutiny herself for the first time in her life. Was this how the guys she photographed felt?

No, of course not
.

They were all young and stunning and didn’t have to worry about their imperfections in the glaring light of day. Neither did she, usually. But every inch of her skin came to blazing life under his lips, and by the time he kissed his way down one leg and up the other, she laced her fingers in his magnificent head of white hair and dragged him toward her pussy
, desire burning through her.

“Please…please…please,” she chanted,
desperation arching her hips.

He wrapped his arms around her hips, lifting her, and buried his face in her sopping cunt. She groaned and rocked against him, shivering and whimpering. The sun’s warmth had nothing on the heat of the mouth he closed on her clit, sucking hard.

Nothing in life had prepared her for the passion this man from her past brought out in her. Young, he’d drawn her like a moth to the flame but, under the mature man’s spell, she plunged in, careless of damage to her wings, bursting into flame and shrieking her pleasure, careless of the echoes off the canyon walls.

He moaned against her and when she tugged at his hair, he lifted his head, showing her
his lips wet with her juices. Val feasted, worshiping her cunt, darting his tongue inside. When he pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves, her ass rose off the sleeping bag and the world around her exploded behind her eyes in a blaze of dancing lights.

“Stop, I already, I—”

“I know you did, baby, but I can never get enough. I want to make you come again and again.”

Her passion-soaked brain agreed, but the teensy edge still coherent offered something more. “Sixty-nine.”

His eyes widened. “I love that idea.” Val rose from her, flopped on his back and dragged her on top of him, head to toes.

In front of her rose his cock,
the head red and swollen and ready for her. While she contemplated its magnificence, he closed his hands on her thighs and pulled her higher on his body. She grasped his dick, not willing to wait any longer and closed her mouth over the bulbous head then began a long, slow glide to the base. She moved her hand down to massage his balls just as his fingers slid through her moisture from front to…to back.

He plunged two, maybe three—she couldn’t tell—inside her
cunt, and drove them in and out before his tongue joined them, slow laps that sent her focus straight to her pussy and his cock, giving and receiving pleasure—suck in, long lick, glide out, laving stroke around her clit. Then his fingers were gone, no longer filling her. Her cry of protest was muffled by her full mouth, but his answering chuckle sent a vibration straight to her core.

Then his fingers moved, back again, and circled her anus. And she realized she still had a virginity to give him. If he wanted it. The tip of his thumb worked its way inside her
and desire flared. But fear slowed her response, fear and the incredible pleasure coursing through her body. Once, twice more she coursed down and then up his cock and at the top released it.

“Stop.” She swallowed her fear, feeling empowered by her ability to give this gift to him. Would he reject it?

He sat up, tumbling her to the side and rose to his feet in a fluid move. “I’m sorry.”

She
tried to process his actions then realized her mistake and flushed. “Oh, no, don’t be sorry! I didn’t mean stop
stop
.”

He sank to sit next to her on the sleeping bag, brow furrowed. “Stop but not stop stop?” His cock still bobbed but a little less enthusiastically and she regretted her choice of words.

“I mean, well, I liked what you were doing.”

Resting back on his elbows, he reclined, watching her warily. “So, you told me not to do it anymore?”

Michaela licked her lips, the taste of him giving her courage to continue. “Once upon a time, long long ago I offered you my virginity.”

He nodded. “And,
I, the stupidest man in the world refused.”

“Right.” Why argue? “We’ve both lived life since then and this is not my first time.”

“Okay…”

“But I do have one virginity left to offer, if you want to…”

A grin creased his face. “I will never say no to you again, about anything, but if you are saying what I think you are saying, I have to ask if you’re sure.”

She sucked in a big breath for courage. “My ass. I’m offering you anal.”

“Oh, baby.” He pulled her close and kissed her hard, chasing away her doubts and making her so glad she had something new to share. She tasted her essence on his tongue before, breaking away, he smiled even wider. “Yes.”

“You’ll have to guide me.” She hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much.

Val hugged her to him. “We’ll go slow and you tell me if you want me to stop. I think you know that word.”

She giggled, swallowing her nerves. If she gave herself to him, she would do it with her whole heart. Even if it was this one time. “You know I do.”