His Father

Devon looks at me and then thanks the heavens with his hands under his chin. She doesn’t notice.

I see him getting more and more excited when it comes to doing her back, he’s going to offer; normally she gets Maddox to do it for her and I remember wondering how he did it without pinning her down and fucking her where she lay at the time. Then I also remember thinking how he’s probably getting bored of her having been with her for a year already.

Now, I’m going to have to figure that out for myself because I’m snatching the bottle from her hand and yanking her hair roughly to the side. She has no clue how much I want to wrap this braid around my hand and use it as leverage for when I pound her from behind.

“What are you doing?” She doesn’t sound pleased and yips when I pour the cold lotion onto her shoulders.

“Maddox isn’t here,” I reply, my tone coming out tense as usual. I just don’t know how to relax around her. Especially now that my fingers are finally touching her skin.

I move both of my hands over her shoulders and she slowly releases the tension in them.

Old wrinkly vagina lips. Dog sperm. Dying whales. Moldy bread and cheese.

I rotate through a list of disgusting things as her smooth back quivers under my touch.

My fingers drag the lotion to her waist and my palms massage it in. I have to sit sideways as I’m doing it for fear of losing control and pulling her back into my groin.

It would be so easy to lay her down, remove her shorts, and push into her. I bet she’d be so tight and warm, wet and willing. Her raspy, sexy-as-sin voice will whimper in my ear as I bury my cock all the way to the hilt.

“I’m sorry about what I said last night,” I say quietly, to change the subject, as I rub the last of the lotion in and try not to cry at the fact I don’t have an excuse to touch her anymore. “I’m a jerk. I’ve never been a very kind person as it is but I’m going to try and be better.”

She turns to look at me and places her sticky-from-the-lotion hand onto mine, which is the same. “So, a fresh start?”

“A fresh start,” I agree, wetting my lip when her minty, fruity breath fans against them.

“Does that mean I can draw you?”

I wasn’t expecting that.

“My profile?” I can’t say no to that.

“No,” she smiles and lowers her voice, “I draw nude models.”

My breath catches in my throat and Devon sits up and looks at me having heard what she just asked. Has she forgotten he’s still here?

“For artistic purposes,” she defends, grinning. “It wouldn’t be like, weird, I’m professional. I’m not trying to get you naked for other reasons.”

That’s disappointing.

“I need a drink,” Devon laughs and she joins in, looking embarrassed for a moment as he passes and offers us both one.

“Let me show you my portfolio first.” She squeezes my hand. “Before you make a decision.”

“Why do you want to draw me nude? Why can’t I be clothed?”

“Because I’m working on a series that I’ve named, The Divine Skin.”

Fuck me. I just… this girl… “Fine, but only if you allow me to photograph you in return.”

She looks as startled as I felt when she asked. I’m bluffing of course, I mean, I wouldn’t mind it but I’m hoping she’ll say no so I can too.

So quickly I add, “First.”

“For artistic purposes?”

Holy fuck she’s actually considering it!

I nod, my mouth is dry, my tongue thick.

“Okay, deal.” She removes her hand and holds out her other one to shake. “Though I don’t know why you want to photograph me…”

“I could say the same for you wanting to draw me.”

“You’re kidding right? You’re like Zeus except younger, darker, and more attractive! Your body is what society would deem the perfect male body.”

“Maddox…” I say stupidly, yet my ego is taking in all the air it can, swelling and tripling in size at her words. A woman half my age thinks I’m perfect.

“I’ve already drawn Maddox. I’ve seen him naked more times than I’ve seen him clothed.”

She really is looking at this from a purely innocent and artistic angle. Still, it’s nice to know she thinks I have a great body. I wonder what she’ll think of my cock.

I also wonder what she’ll look like completely naked in the setting sun. There’s something about the way the sun shines on her skin, its color and little dips and grooves. It’s like crack to me. I need to see it again. Which reminds me that the photographs I took before need to be developed, I’ve been putting it off. I might never stop looking at them and now that I know she’s not with my son and never has been, I’ll feel less guilty about it.