I WOKE EARLY THE next morning to fix Hunter the best my mediocre culinary skills could muster. Eggs, local sausage, fresh bread, and orange juice. Hunter came in, his arms stretched above his head and a delicious yawn falling from his lips as the morning sunlight filtered in the soft breeze.
“Morning, gorgeous,” Hunter murmured when his dark irises trailed up my legs, across my waist, and over the sway of my breasts, landing at my throat. “Nice rug burn.” His delicious grin tipped and swept the air from my lungs.
I glanced down only now noticing the fiery red marks on my knees from where he’d fucked me raw in the sand. I sighed, my eyes closed as I remembered the feel of him filling my body, easing the pain away. He had a special kind of magic.
“A gentleman would rub medicine on them.” I hopped up on the counter and spread my legs, only a tank top and pink panties separating me from his hungry gaze.
“Mm, I can help with that.” He stalked me like a panther, curling my insides as I sat on the cold granite. His hands finally reached me, wrapping around my waist as he tucked himself between my thighs.
“You smell fucking amazing.” He inhaled a deep breath at my neck before a hand slid up my torso and cupped at my breast. “I bet you taste even better.” His eyes twinkled with lust as he ducked his head under my tank and was pulling in long, painful sucks at my nipple. I squealed and wrapped my fingers into his tousled hair and held him to me, my neck tossed back and head against the cupboard, and soon his fingers were beneath my panties and working in a fierce rhythm. My thighs shook and clenched around his waist before I exploded on his hand.
“Mm…better than fresh squeezed.” Hunter’s middle and index fingers shoved past my panting lips and forced me to suck my juices off his slick fingers. “That’s it, Princess,” he said before his lips were on mine and his tongue was thrusting into my mouth, tasting me and eating me with abandon. My stomach melted to molten chocolate and pooled in my toes.
With my breath still leaving my lungs in desperate pants, Hunter pulled away, placing one last quick kiss on the bow of my lips, then snagged a smoking sausage from the pan and took a healthy bite. “This is delicious.” His eyebrows wiggled and his grin looked every bit the playful thirteen year-old boy that I knew still lived down deep inside of him.
I burst out into a full laugh, not yet recovered from the morning’s orgasm, before I hopped off the counter and placed a kiss at his jawline. “You are something else, Mr. Ellis.” I darted around him and skipped to the bathroom, intent on a shower to cool down before spending the day on a hot sandy beach with Hunter.
I sat holding a reflector that afternoon while Hunter positioned a couple across the bow of a ruined boat on the shore of the island we were inhabiting for the weekend. He was tying her wrists with the battered mainlines of the rowboat that laid on its side
Hunter had explained that the man was a young politician in Belize City. My nose had scrunched at the tale, and I’d questioned if he’d pandered to the politicians specifically. He’d laughed and said absolutely not, but that politicians were some of the kinkiest people walking the streets, and they had enough money to do something about it.
I shook the thoughts from my head when Hunter bent at the aft and I heard that telltale click. I positioned across from him in the sand, trying to angle the bright morning light across the couple to highlight all their best assets.
“This isn’t right,” Hunter grunted and stood a moment later, scrutinizing the couple with a critical eye.
“Excuse me?” the man with warm cocoa skin bumbled.
“I know you didn’t fly me and my lovely assistant all the way down here to take a photo of that.” He nodded to the half-lifeless pose of the woman on the boat. “You didn’t pay me my ridiculous fee to capture you fumbling around her tits.” Hunter grunted and tossed his camera into my quick hands. “Now fuck her.” Hunter grasped the man’s arm and thrust it between her naked legs. “And mean it.” The man stared at Hunter with wide eyes.
“Whatever you want to capture in these photos, do it now. I’m assuming it’s that, or you wouldn’t have hired me.” Hunter grabbed the camera from me and shot the man a stern gaze.
The politician trailed his hand up the woman’s brown body, her lips falling open as she writhed nude across the weathered wood.
“That’s it,” Hunter growled and my thighs turned to jelly. That voice. Those commands. “There it is,” Hunter purred and made me weak in the knees. Putty in his deft hands. I wanted that sharp tongue running across the concavity of my ribs, the hollow of my navel.
“Erin, hold the reflector like I taught you.” Hunter’s voice startled me from my thoughts.
“Sorry.” I rushed to adjust the reflector to accommodate his newest angle. The man’s fingers were drawing circles across her pelvis, playing in the soft curls of her pubic hair, dipping between to make contact with her glistening pussy.
My eyes darted away as Hunter’s voice hummed words of encouragement and clicked on.
“Erin,” Hunter called again. “Eyes on the lens,” he reprimanded gently, not the first time he’d done it.
“Right,” I huffed and then adjusted the angle again, but my eyes constantly shot to the erotic couple, her soft moans a distraction.
“Fuck her harder,” Hunter ordered as the clicking continued and the man sped up his finger assault on the woman. Her body shifted and her moans grew to soft melodic grunts before a slow wave of a groan fell from her lips.
“Jesus,” I murmured, my eyes riveted on the lust that filled her eyes before tears fell down her cheeks.
“Are you ok―” I dropped the reflector to rush to her, thinking she was in pain somehow.
“Erin—” Hunter stopped me with a heavy arm on my elbow. “Back off.” He crouched closer and zoomed on her face, catching the trail of tears slicing down her pink cheeks.
“Let it all out, that’s it, baby,” Hunter sang and nodded to her lover. The man withdrew his fingers from her body and stretched across her slumped form, placing a hand around her neck in that same dominant way that Hunter did me, kissing her reverently.
“That’s why they’re here. She hasn’t had an orgasm in a year. She needs an audience to reach…” Hunter’s eyes shot me a sideways glance and suddenly it all clicked into place.
“They’re engaged, but she was afraid to marry him if they couldn’t satisfy each other.” Hunter clasped my elbow and we stepped away to give them a moment of intimacy that they had been waiting so long for.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmured as I watched, feeling every part the voyeur we were.
“The tears were fantastic.” Hunter was beeping through the images on his camera. “Next shot?” He looked up at me then, his grin dancing and wide, happiness coursing through every feature. I knew because it reflected my own.
“Ready when you are, boss.” I grinned and hooked my pinky with his and gave a quick squeeze.
“Good.” His grin softened as his eyes landed on mine. “Love that.” He placed his own slow, reverent kiss on my lips before pulling away. “Now go untie her,” he instructed and dropped my pinky, his bare feet squeaking in the soft sand as he went to scout the next location.
