Page 27 of Breakaway
"Up against the bedpost," I say, straightening my back and reminding myself that as hot as Zill is, so am I.
My whole shtick is being sexy as hell, and I can't be forgetting that just because a cute guy is currently standing in front of mewith no shirt on and oozing sex appeal. I just need to channel how I feel about him into the hottest teasing session imaginable, because that's exactly what this photoshoot is going to be.
"Yes, ma'am," Zill says softly. His lips pull up on one side higher than the other. His shadows brush against the white tights I'm wearing, their darkness contrasting against them just like Dom wants them to.
For this photoshoot, the first time, I had a cute little bunny mask, and I was in the process of undressing a faceless man. This time, I'm unmasked, but the man is still faceless in the pictures. It won't be hard for anyone to guess it's Zill, considering Dom wanted to incorporate the shadows into the pictures in some way.
Once I realized Zill's been keeping a secret from me the entire time we've known one another, I knew the perfect way to include the fact that my boyfriend, probably soulmate, is a Sombran.
"Okay, pretend I'm not here, and that there aren't a dozen people around," Dom calls out from where he's shooting.
I don't waste any time pressing my lips to the hinge of Zill's jaw, leaving a bright red stain against his skin. He makes the softest, throaty sound I've ever heard as I pull away, but he does his part as best he can by standing there completely still, flexing to keep his muscles pronounced.
I kiss lower, where his neck and shoulder meet, nipping at him slightly as my nails drag down his torso. He cracks at that, his shadows swarming around me. I have to give him credit for controlling his shadows. They don't move to cover me like a shroud, like they've done before. They also don't obscure my face or any of the good bits of my body. No, Zill keeps them thin and smoky as they skate around my body.
"Cute," I tell him, looking up at him through lashes thicker than any natural ones could ever be. His lips twitch as he looksdown his nose at me, but other than that, he remains in place, letting me use him as Dom keeps snapping away.
"Next," Dom calls out.
Zill moves fast. His hand in my hair, his fingers tunneling through the strands, tightening just enough to tilt my head up to meet his gaze as my fingernails press into his shoulders. I smile, not the expression we're going for, but one that feels natural when doing this with him. He smiles back, and it takes everything in me to keep going, but I'm a professional, so I leave a trail of kisses against his chest, reapplying lipstick when it isn't bright enough against his skin.
We do all of the standing poses, various frames of me licking and kissing Zill, digging my nails into him while he grips my hair or touches my waist. His shadows remain thin, almost like they know it's not about them right now and are respectful about how this has to be for the shots to look good.
Once we get to the next set of shots, I'm wound up tight, wanting, no needing, this to be over soon. We move to the side of the bed, where a few shots are taken of me pushing him onto the mattress. And then, of course, we get to the soft-core porn of it all.
I climb on top of Zill, and unlike when I did this with Vance five years ago, I definitely grind myself against his cock. The first time I do it, Zill's shadows wrap all the way up and down my legs, all of them holding me tight and completely ruining the shot.
Zill shoots me an annoyed glare, but I'm almost positive it's only because he doesn't like that he lost control for a second. Dom doesn't say anything, just gives Zill a second to get his shadows back to acting how they need to be. The shoot is without a doubt one of the riskier ones I did, but it was an album released around Halloween, and I looked good pretending to be in the early stages of foreplay.
"I'm good," Zill says, the words barely above a whisper, but loud enough for me to know he's got control over his shadows again.
Just to test it, I roll my hips deliberately, biting down on my smile when he closes his eyes tight and fights the urge to buck up against me. Dom's back to taking pictures, and thankfully, we only have a couple of poses on the bed to get right.
The first is me pressing him down into the mattress, my fingers against his chest, my hair falling down one shoulder as I turn to look at the camera. The second is with his hands on my hips, his body in motion as he lifts himself enough so it can look like I'm about to kiss my faceless man. Except I keep moving once I hear Dom's camera shutter a few times. The kiss is brief. Not because I don't want to spend the next however long making out with him, but because there are a dozen or so people all waiting for us to wrap this up so they can clean up the studio and go home.
I'm not about to have all of them waiting on me to finish kissing my boyfriend. That's tacky and weird.
"How'd we do?" I ask, turning to face Dom while still staying in Zill's lap because I like how I fit here.
His shadows, now that they know we're done, scramble across my body, clinging tightly to my thighs and waist. I'm so curious what rules he has in place for them because I highly doubt they don't touch my boobs or ass of their own volition.
Zill's fingers remain on my hips, though they spread a little wider, travel a little lower. He's not at all sneaky in copping a feel, but then again, I don't hate that he wants to. Plus, he's in everyone in here's mind, if they're paying us any attention or care about it in the least, I'm sure he'll stop.
"You were fantastic," Dom says, moving back toward his duffel bag and rummaging around in it for his camera case."We're going to get this place cleaned up, and we'll see you next week for the last four albums."
"You don't need anything else from us?" I ask, shooting Zill a glare as he full-on gropes my ass. He looks at me innocently as if I can't feel him.
"No, you both have a good rest of your night," Dom says. "Leave the dressing room at a reasonable time, though. We have to get that cleared out as well."
My face heats at the implication, but I don't bother trying to prove that I wasn't planning on jumping Zill's bones in the dressing room. I'm not, but who's going to believe that after we've both been trying our best to fluster each other for the last hour and a half?
I push at Zill's chest, and his shadows and his hands release me. His eyes don't hide how they bounce over my body, though. I wonder if he's always going to be so brazen or if he's making up for all of the times he thought he couldn't look at me like that because he was still trying to keep it a secret how much I mean to him. Either way, he's eye fucking my tits as I crawl off the bed.
"Let me get this makeup off, and we can head home," I tell Zill, offering him my hand to help him up.
His shadows flow over our hands and up my arm to the rest of my body. As we walk across the studio, his eyes narrow as we pass someone, his arm banding around my shoulders, shadows flowing down my back.
"Why do you do that?" I ask, wanting to know what gets him so irritated sometimes when most of the time he's pretty easy-going. His stern bodyguard thing hasn't shown up when it's just the two of us for a few days, but he's bringing it out today quite a bit.
