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Frantic energy, that’s what I feel when I enter the room. My hands are shaking and the 2 cups of coffee I had this morning only enhanced my nervousness.
Not because of the work - checking to see if Jere is as pristine as he should be during a photoshoot is hardly torture. I can’t believe I get paid to straighten his collar, fondle his hair or kneel before him to tie his laces. Can’t let him ruin his make-up or crease the pretty clothes they doll him up in.
I don’t feel stress because of the team; everyone is lovely and after 3 months I already feel like a part of this fabulous crew.
No, I’m jittery because of the man himself, the star of the show, the reason we’re all here - Jere, or better Käärijä. It’s not because the man’s a bastard. The complete opposite actually.
When we’re together in the same room, something happens. There’s a crackle in the air.
Tension of the best kind.
And he knows it too, how could he not?
Everything between us feels like a living thing, shimmering and flowing through every room we have shared so far.
He plays with it, challenges me, teases me. And I am a willing participant, always.
He intentionally messes up his hair so I need to touch it, ‘forgets’ to do up one particular button near his stomach, eyes dancing with mirth when he sees my trembling fingers closing it. Once he even told a photographer he hadn’t had time to wax his nipple hair the night before. It was the best and worst day of my life, my fingers on his chest, eyes on one of my favorite parts of his body, and this bastard’s little moans when I ripped the wax off. I can still see the goosebumps all around his nipples every time I close my eyes.
So yeah, I’m trembling to see what he has in store for me today.
The atmosphere is buzzing. There’s a bunch of people running around the room, getting everything ready for the photoshoot.
“Ah, there is my best assistant” Jere states. He walks in the room and I just have to catch my breath. How is this man able to do this, after all these months of working together? You should expect me to get used to being up close and personal by now. He’s just one (1) man. But he’s actually not. He contains multitudes and each one is even sexier than the next.
He’s fuckboy gorgeous in sweats, hoodie and sneakers with his cap on backwards. He’s delicious with his tits hanging out and low riding leather pants but right now, he’s absolutely mouth-wateringly stunning.
He struts around, proud as a peacock. Rightfully so.
They donned him up in tight red leather pants. No spikes on there, just tight leather highlighting strong legs. There’s a white satin button up, tucked in the pants. Completely open, his chest and pötsi on display. The sleeves are ripped off, just below the shoulder, his mighty arms beautifully bare. How does this garment even stay on his body?
“I can’t get this on by myself.” He exclaims, standing there with a wide, black leather collar hanging off his fingers. The clasp open so it looks more like a flogger than neck jewellery. The photographer’s assistant shoots impressively fast to Jere’s side to help him.
He holds up his hand to stop her, “is okay, I have people for that”, and beckons me over. And why must he? In front of all these people?
The woman retreats and glares at me. I give her a sheepish smile in return. She doesn’t need to know I’m gloating internally.
I move in front of him and take the collar, it closes like a belt, so I have to tighten it quite a bit to move it past the hole it’s supposed to go in. Jere makes a choking sound and his hand moves to my hip and tightens there. An electric current courses through my entire body. The clasp goes in and the collar is now snug against his neck. The bastard lets out a moan under his breath and simultaneously pushes me away.
“Look good?” He asks loudly but only looks at me. I hate him but mostly I hate my voice because it comes out breathy and clearly affected when I tell him “yeah, looks hot”. I’m not fooling anyone.
“You hear that?” He gestures at me while talking to the photographer. “Was sexy what you going for?”
I want to scream “Your shirt is holding on by pure willpower, you’re wearing a collar like a dog and your ass looks like a million dollars in those fucking TIGHT LEATHER PANTS OH MY GOD, of course they’re going for SEXY!”
But I just grind my teeth as the photographer laughs and says “excellent feedback, that’s exactly what I was hoping for.”
Jere’s bellowing laughter feels like music and like a jab.
Close-ups are taken and then it’s time for full body shots.
“Oh Jere, you haven’t put your hands in your pockets, they’re bulging” the photographer notices immediately.
Good eye, really, no wonder they hired him. I absolutely wasn’t focussing on that particular bulge.
Jere’s eyes find mine immediately.
He must be kidding me?! He can’t even put his own hands in his own pockets?!
Fuck my life.
I’d rather fuck him, but okay.
I go over there, acting unaffected, but really still reeling from hearing the words ‘Jere’ and ‘bulging’ in one sentence.
“From behind” he directs me.
What in the actual fuck??
How I manage to keep the whimper down is beyond me.
I move behind him and slide my hands inside the tight pockets, it takes some wriggling and I press my chest against his back, just to taunt him.
Two can play this game, mister.
“Deeper”
Now the whimper does slip out. He knows exactly what he’s doing. When the tips of my fingers graze against his cock, he asks quietly, still in the same position “come find me after this?”
“Hm hm” I force out.
This can’t be my life, I must be dreaming.
***************
When I walk into the living room after having let everyone out the door and the flat is quiet and peaceful once again, just us here, I see him, sprawled on the couch, looking extremely comfy. He is gorgeous in an oversized white t-shirt and shorts, make-up still on.
“Happy with the shoot?” Aiming for professional, I pat myself on the back for a job well done.
“Hm hm” he says “you think it will be hot, fans will like it?”
“Yeah, everyone will be creaming their pants when they see these.”
And he laughs, that gorgeous bubbly laughter he does when something really amuses him.
I feel insanely proud of being the one to do that for him.
“I see you looking”
“Yeah well, have you seen you?” I gesture at his whole body, to make it clear that he’s completely hot.
“I don’t look with your eyes. Tell me what you see?”
Damn, well. He asked for it, if he wants to hear me gushing over his looks, I’ll deliver.
“Praise kink much?” I fake disapprovingly but still continue…like I could ever refuse him anything.
“I love your eyes, the way they seem to stare into my soul, it’s as if you can read my darkest secrets”
And he takes it on as a challenge and does exactly that, he smirks at what he sees. I try to contain my blush and carry on.
“Your hair is quirky and surprisingly sexy and fitting, I’m sure your whole fanbase wants to ruffle it up”
His eyes twinkle.
“Your piercings and tattoo, need I say more about those? Fucking hot.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this. He spreads his legs a bit and pulls his T-shirt up and strokes over his tattoo, pinching his own nipple.
Fuck, this is happening. My breath hitches.
“Your arms look mighty strong and you have those gorgeous goosebumps over your whole chest”
He closes his eyes and keeps touching himself, his nipples erect.
“You should have your nipples pierced” it slips from between my lips.
His eyes fly open “really?”
I nod enthusiastically
“I’ll think about it”
I ball my hands into fists, they’re itching to just touch and fondle and feel.
“And your belly, so soft and yet strong and so so sexy”
He moves his hand clockwise over his beloved pötsi, circles getting bigger and bigger, so he touches his clothed cock every time.
His shorts go down a bit.
“The Apollo’s belt” I swallow, mouth watering as the lines are visible now.
He strokes over them, thrusting his hips up, making it clear he’s sporting an erection by now.
“This okay?” He enquires, his voice husky.
“More than okay” I give my consent immediately. My wet dreams are coming true, and it’s even better than the countless times I’ve imagined exaclty this.
“Come here” he beckons me over and I go immediately, like a dog being called by its master, wondering how this will play out.
I stand beside him while he is suplined on the couch, and he caresses my legs.
“Your legs, I have been looking at them”
“Yeah?”
“Hm hm” he caresses my calves, moves over to the sides and between my thighs. I’m so fucking happy I wore a skirt today.
My panties are soaked already. If he goes just a bit higher, he’s going to feel it. It makes my head spin, both embarrassed and excited. He pushes against my inner thigh, and I spread my legs. His hand slips higher, stopping as he reaches the fabric of my panties, and starting all over again, time after time, making me go utterly crazy.
Then his finger slip under the elastic and I could just scream out “finally, YES” but he surprises me when he pulls and the elastic hits my overly sensitive skin just right, making me shriek. The sting it leaves makes me lose my mind.
“Again” I croak.
He repeats it on the other side, and then again, always digging a bit deeper inside, taking more time to stretch my underwear, definitely feeling how wet he has made me already, without even touching me directly.
And then he just slips his hand inside.
“So wet for me” he whispers, clearly affected.
“Oh God, fuck” I start moving against his hand. He just leaves it there, inside my drenched panties, and lets me move against him, never breaking eye contact. I’m burning up from the inside, melting under his gaze.
When he finally does retreat, my breathing is shallow and superficial. The next thing he does makes me lose my breath entirely, he sucks the fingers he just had on my pussy thoroughly. “Mmmmm, you taste so good”
“You can’t just say things like that” I force out.
“Who’s gonna stop me? You?” The gall of this man.
My mouth opens to give him a swift reply but the bastard is quicker than I am, and all words die on my tongue as he pulls his cock out. Of course he was going commando.
He pulls a small tube of lube from between the couch cushions and squirts a dollop on his hand. The same hand that was in my panties mere seconds ago. He takes his erection in hand and starts to stroke, keeping a leisurely pace. I can’t help but move closer, I want to see.
His cock is, as everything, a sight to behold. He’s thick, not that long, but gorgeously shaped and I want to feel the weight of it on my tongue so badly I can practically taste it.
I’m salivating while he jerks off, slowly, clearly a performance, showing off for me.
His meticulous, long loose strokes, tightening at the head and running his palm over it at every turn entrance me. His other hand moves to his belly, over his chest, to his mouth, and there he does the signature licking he does on stage, lowering his hand to fondle his nipple. Of course the tattooed one. I fall on my knees beside him and finally, with a relieved sound at the back of my throat, I latch onto the other erect nipple. My tongue swirls around and I suck it, hard. I kiss the areola and take a quick stinging bite. There and gone again.
“Baby, so good, take your shirt off, I wanna have your boobs out”
I scramble to remove my blouse and unclasp my bra, my boobs so sensitive, I moan the second they hit the side of his body.
He moans as soon as they’re pressed against him, I swear I feel a drop of juice slide from my pussy.
He’s jacking off more frantically now and turns his head to me, attacking my neck. He sucks, licks and bites like a man possessed, every sting immediately softened by a long lick of his talented tongue.
I move up higher, even if that means I can’t suck his tits anymore, and present my boobs to him. He dives between them and while I’ve always found motorboating silly in porn, he fucking makes it work, because of course he does. He licks a stripe all the way to my left nipple and then pushes down with his tongue, leaving me gasping while I watch some pearly precum escape the tip of his erection. He sucks my nipple inside his mouth and does a wicked flick of the tongue and circles it, lavishing on the sounds I make. The other gets the exact same treatment.
I look at him then, eyes blazing with lust and see his pupils dilated and gazing at my lips.
YES, this
I grab the back of his head and kiss him, he immediately demands entrance and kisses me like a man possessed. Like he’s a dying of thirst and can finally quell it. It’s filthy and so, so deliciously sloppy.
He drags me forcibly on top of him, pushing my skirt and underwear off and away in one movement. I do the same with his remainder of clothes. Finally naked. I squirm over him, his dick grazing my wet folds. We both moan and our kissing isn’t kissing anymore, more like dueling.
Wild and unhinged.
“I need to taste you more” while he says it, he’s already dragging me up, my breasts stroking every inch of his chest and I’m ecstatic.
How could I not when he sounds like tasting my pussy is the only thing that could save him right now?
I’m soaking wet and I want him to know, I want him to swallow every drop of it because it’s only for him, just him. He does this to me.
He positiones me over his face and makes his tongue all pointy, immediately working it inside me, just the tip. Fuck, fuck, I wanna just fuck his tongue but he’s out already, moving upwards, slithering towards my clit, circling there, making me go insane. He pushes it with the flat of his tongue and grabs my hand and puts it in his hair. God. I start to move, undulate and fuck his face. And he is nothing short of enthusiastic, humming in bliss and sucking and licking like a champion. He pushes his tongue against my clit, pressing against it.
“Oh, Jere, fuck”
“Later” he mumbles from between my legs, focused on the task at hand.
He drives me insane, his tongue enters me and he’s actually slurping. The sounds that echo through the room are obscene. All of a sudden he pushes me away.
“Oh shit, did I smother you?” Which would’ve been a possibility, the way I had humped his face.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not done with you yet… turn around” he orders, already pushing me.
“Oh my god, what?”
“I lick your pussy and you can see me, I know you like to watch”
“Jesus fucking Christ” I scramble to turn and position myself for him, now facing his body, putting my hands on his tits immediately. His hands are on my bum in an instant, pushing my cheeks apart and then he’s licking me again, sucking at my labia, inserting that pointy tongue into my wet entrance. The pressure he creates by spreading me apart feels like heaven, my whole body is twitching. His cock is so hard, it looks painful.
I want to suck him but what he’s doing is just too good and I’m already so close that I whine because I want so much.
Of course he knows.
I look at his body splayed before me, glistening with sweat, a perfect balance of hard and soft while he licks and swallows and prods and then I’m there, coming right on his tongue. He guides me through the aftershocks, holding me close, not letting up and I twitch and moan and keep coming.
He pushes me forward, my elbows on the backrest of the couch, hips still twitching into thin air while he turns and I feel his hot breath in my neck, smelling of my sex.
“My turn, Baby”
He glides inside of me with one mighty push, to the hilt and I bark at how perfectly I’m filled. He’s groaning into my neck, biting down while he fucks me.
“You gonna give me another one?”
I feel another orgasm rip through me and I clench on him inside me.
“Such a good girl, such a pretty slut” he is fucking me with all he has, drops of sweat from his brow hit my shoulderblades and he bites down again, short and sweet.
I don’t even know where one orgasm ends and another one begins, it’s just too good.
“I’m so close, fuck” he sounds wrecked.
He pulls out and I want to scream because no no no no, don’t ever stop. Luckily he just turns me around, like I’m nothing more than a doll for him to play with.
“One more, for me? I know you can.”
My whine is pitiful even to my own ears, but he’s relentless and puts two fingers on the side of my clit, giving me perfect pressure and speed, it has me on the brink of orgasm in no time, again. The final blow that pushes me over is him tapping my most sensitive spot, a little slap to the most delicate part of me, I push my legs together and come again, moaning and wailing.
“Shhhh, no no, let me see, come on, be a good girl now”
He spreads my legs again and I feel exposed and utterly spent.
He’s clearly enamored with his handiwork, his hand flies over his cock while his eyes are flitting from my exposed, dripping pussy to my trembling legs, to my swollen lips and then finally land on my boobs.
“I wanna come on your tits” he grunts, from between clenched teeth.
“Please, oh God, Jere, yes” I babble
His hand tightens and with a few more frantic strokes, streaks of his load land on my boobs, colouring me with the most obscene paint. The scream he lets out sounds primal and possessive.
I can’t help but scoop some of his cum on my finger, dying for a little taste. As my tongue moves eagerly around my own finger and I taste his tangy essence, his eyes widen and his softening dick valiantly twitches. Cute.
“Oh, we’re so doing this again very soon” he groans while he pulls me against his chest.