Derrick smoothed his hands over her ass cheeks in circles before holding on tight and bracing her for his forward stabs. His gaze danced over her, watching where they joined together as if fascinated.
“Even here, you’re beautiful. Wet, tight. Oh God, so good.” He closed his eyes for a second, face tight in a grimace. Melanie squeezed her internal muscles as hard as she could, loving the way he sucked in air, his eyes popping open. “You’re dangerous.”
She snickered and repeated the move.
“Fuck. Do it again.”
Melanie obliged, the increased pressure drawing her nearer to completion as well. He wiggled his hips, nudging her knees farther apart and let his cock slip even deeper on the next thrust. All her breath pushed from her lungs, and when he reached between her legs and stroked her clit, she lost it. The wave of contractions spread like happy ripples through her sex, dragging a shout from Derrick’s lips and he came, hot seed spilling into her.
He collapsed over her back, the pressure of his clothed body over her skin perfect, enticing. He tenderly kissed between her shoulder blades, caring in his touch.
“Like I said, beautiful.”
The word described him and his heart completely. How could a man be so trusting to understand that she was attracted to another man, and still give to her so fully?
She wasn’t going to question why. When she managed to find enough energy to drag him out of the living room and to the bathroom to clean up, she tried to return the favour and show a bit of what she was feeling.
That she was maybe even starting to fall in love?
“Slowly turn your head upward. There. Perfect. Okay, go ahead.”
Nathan snapped off another series of shots as Melanie twisted her way across the lower half of the wall. At his request, she’d worn only a sports bra instead of her usual long-sleeved shirt.
It had taken her a long time to remove her shirt and step onto the climbing floor.
Her left arm and side showed the scars, but the main focus was the muscles flexing and moving smoothly as she grasped the wall.
Derrick stared from his position across the room, wondering if he wasn’t the sickest bastard in creation. They’d turned up the air-conditioning in the gym, but with the extra lights Nathan had arranged all over the place, the heat level had risen, causing a slight sweat to break out on all of them. Melanie, even with the minor amount of effort she was currently putting out, had a shining slick to her skin that made him want to drag her off the wall, drop her to a mat and fuck her senseless.
Right there in front of Nathan.
Of course, that was the other part of the heat filling the room. Melanie had been upfront about the attraction she’d felt for the guy. It was impossible to miss, and seemed unstoppable.
The disturbing part was Derrick had no desire to rip Nathan’s head from his shoulders. In fact, as Melanie’s pulse picked up, Derrick’s fascination increased. Every time Nathan helped position her on the wall, his hands firm and confident on her body, Derrick’s dick got harder.
Melanie’s breathing accelerated, that telltale flush covering her chest. Derrick took another long swig of his water bottle and wondered if the two of them would notice if he pulled out his cock and jacked off right here and now.
Fucked in the head, that’s what he was. Watching his girlfriend get as good as fondled in front of him, seeing her get turned on, and all he could think was how happy he was for her and how much he needed to ease his balls.
Nathan lowered his hand, the camera dangling from his fingers. “Take a break. I want to try another angle and need a second to set up.”
Melanie dropped to the mat, landing as soft as a cat on her feet. She shook out her arms, wiggling her fingers to get the blood moving again. Derrick peeled himself off the wall he’d been holding up and strolled over as casually as he could with his cock a solid brick against the front of his pants.
He stepped around Nathan to reach Melanie, rubbing his hands up and down her arms to help relax the muscles.
She stared at him, her flush spreading farther as she pressed in for a kiss and the ridge of his cock met her belly. There was no way she could avoid feeling it. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and if it was possible, he got harder. Derrick leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“How you doing?”
She swallowed.
His lips brushed her earlobe. “Other than needing to be fucked?”
Her eyes widened. “Oh hell, I’m sorry, but…”
Derrick brushed back a strand of hair that had escaped her braid. “It’s hot in here, isn’t it?”
She nodded. “It’s the lights.”
A burst of laughter escaped. He stroked her arm, brushing the side of her breast. “Nice try.”
Melanie leaned in and squeezed him tight as she whispered in his ear. “Are you sure this isn’t pissing you off?”
“Positive.”
“I feel so guilty. I don’t understand my reaction—I mean, I might have been interested in him years ago, but I’m happy in my relationship with you. Why am I reacting like a dog in heat?”
Because Nathan was treating her like a desirable woman? “I’m not mad. Although—fair warning? When you’re done with this shoot, I’m going to drag you into my office, lay you on my desk and fuck you until you’re a boneless heap.”
Her eyes widened to saucer-size. “How the hell am I supposed to keep climbing after you say something like that?”
“Guys? I’ve got an idea.” Nathan’s announcement broke in and cleared Derrick’s brain for all of two seconds. “Derrick, can I get you to do some assists?”
“You want me in the pictures?” That idea kind of sucked. He hadn’t seen that suggestion coming at all.
“Only parts of you. I’ll show you.” Nathan motioned to the wall. “Melanie, climb up. I want you to lean back and have Derrick reach across your body.”
She willingly stood on two small footholds, grasping the larger jugs he’d had her use earlier, but she frowned. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Just get set up and I’ll show you.” Nathan gestured, and Derrick moved in to help. They had no ropes this time, even though both of them still wore their harnesses. Melanie was only a foot off the ground, bringing her head level with his.
“Okay, like this now.” Nathan abandoned his camera and moved in closer, hands landing on her hips to align her the way he wanted. He slid one hand up her side, so concentrated on what he was doing he seemed oblivious to the fact his palm slipped over the bare skin on her right side before pausing on her torso directly in line with her breasts. “Lean against me a little. That’s it. Now, Derrick, check this out. I’m going to hang on to the wall, but lean out of the way. Got that?”
Derrick nodded, trying to ignore the surge of blood headed south as Melanie licked her lips and closed her eyes. The more excited she got, the more he ached to do something about it.
Nathan stepped back and reached for his camera. “Now take my place. I’m looking for the contrast of a more masculine limb next to Melanie’s feminine figure.”
Melanie’s gaze followed Nathan’s retreat for a second before she turned to face Derrick. She mouthed the words Oh my God and he snorted.
Yeah, she was turned on big time.
He took his place and deliberately copied everything Nathan had done, including rubbing his way up her body to get into position.
“Bastard,” she muttered.
Derrick stepped to the side, making sure the only thing in the shot was his arm. That meant his hips were pressed tight to her ass, letting her know exactly how hard his dick was. “I’m so looking forward to helping you get into position in the shower later.”