The air in the room was heavy with tension. Aubrey could feel the sweat rolling down the nape of his neck. 

Aubrey heard the blood rushing in his ears; a distinct roar like an inferno going out of control. His heart thundered a wild rhythm, and all he could think about, in this moment, was how much pleasure he could wring out of Sabien. Aubrey told himself it was payback for what happened in the cabana, so it only made sense to get even. 

Aubrey was known in the industry for his strict professionalism. He never crossed any lines. 

Until now. 

Hooking up with models was not new in the photography world, but this was a first for Aubrey. It was both scandalous and thrilling. 

Aubrey looked at Sabien, feeling a hunger he knew was showing in his plum-colored eyes. He admired the soft fabric and lace clinging to Sabien’s muscular frame in the most obscene yet elegant way. Sabien expressed the most profound and paradoxical dichotomy of holiness and sin, an angel with his white-blond hair and devilish appeal.

"Now, on your fucking knees," Sabien said. 

A retort wanted to slip past Aubrey’s lips on reflex, but his body betrayed him, moving to obey Sabien’s command.

Aubrey’s knees kissed the hard, wooden floor. He curled his hands atop his thighs, staring up at Sabien with wide, helpless eyes. Before him was the filthiest display of Sabien's straining cock. Aubrey was both shocked and desperate. He wanted this encounter to last for as long as possible, while part of him wanted to stop everything abruptly.

Aubrey swallowed, drinking in the magnificence of Sabien’s powerful body. Sabien looked like he’d just walked out of a pornographic fairytale. Such a contradiction left Aubrey's mind reeling.

“Touch me, Bree,”

The nickname should’ve made Aubrey want to hiss like a feral alley cat, back arched and tail puffed out. Sabien used it so comfortably, as if they’d been friends long before this.

Which wasn’t the case between them. Aubrey hadn’t known Sabien. Not like this, where everything had spiraled deliciously out of control. Where was Aubrey’s mind? Let alone his common sense? Neither existed as he knelt in front of Sabien, chest heaving with anticipation and fingernails digging into his pants. 

Then, Sabien’s hand slid through Aubrey’s hair before curling around the back of Aubrey’s head. A small whimper bled out of Aubrey before he bit his lip.

“Don’t bite your lip,” Sabien murmured, “it’ll make me jealous.” 

Aubrey didn’t cringe. He didn’t balk either. Anyone else saying something this ludicrous would’ve made him walk away with a “get the fuck out of here” demeanor. Somehow, Sabien transformed the ridiculousness of the statement into something sensible. 

“Jealous of what?” Aubrey replied, unable to stop the challenge from croaking out of his throat. He lifted his hands to rest on Sabien’s strong thighs, leaning closer. He breathed on Sabien’s veiled dick and relished the tensing of Sabien’s muscles. 

“Little minx,” Sabien growled, his grin turning feral, fisting Aubrey's hair tightly.

Aubrey moaned as his scalp stung. 

“Don’t keep me waiting anymore, Bree. Open that pretty mouth, so I can fuck your pretty face.” 

Aubrey kept his gaze fixed on Sabien’s face as he used his teeth to pull down the waistband of Sabien’s lace panties. His massive cock sprang forth and tapped Aubrey’s cheek. Immediately, Aubrey blushed from the lewdness of it all. He heard a low, sensual laugh from Sabien, and blushed even harder. 

He squashed the nerves fluttering in his stomach and swept his lips toward Sabien’s mushroom tip. He used his right hand to wrap around Sabien’s thick base, and shivered the instant he kissed Sabien’s wet tip. 

Ambrosia hit his tongue, causing Aubrey’s eyes to nearly roll back. He swirled his tongue around Sabien’s tip before teasing the frenulum. Sabien’s hips jerked, pushing his length between Aubrey’s lips. 

Aubrey relaxed his jaw, slowly taking Sabien’s size. A faint panic emerged over how he could possibly fit Sabien all the way, but all of that was replaced by his desire and determination to suck Sabien down to the root. 

Keeping Sabien steady by the base, Aubrey sank his mouth further and tightened the seal of his lips, creating the same mind-numbing friction Sabien had given him. Aubrey’s moans were muffled as he moved his hand out of the way. 

His eyes watered, his nostrils desperately pulling air in and out of his lungs. 

Sabien released the sexiest moans and used both hands to lock behind Aubrey’s head as he plugged Aubrey’s throat. 

Aubrey choked at how deep Sabien was, throat convulsing. Drool dribbled out of the wet seal of his mouth, streaking his chin. 

“Fuck, Bree, you are doing so well. I can feel how fucking tight you are and how hard your throat is squeezing me.” 

Aubrey whined, fingers now scrambling on Sabien’s but not tapping. Even with his head going light as he struggled to breathe. 

“Are you ready, Bree?” Sabien asked, his deep voice deceptively soft. 

Aubrey nodded, and Sabien drew his hips back slowly, giving Aubrey the briefest relief before snapping his hips forward, choking Aubrey again. Thus began the most brutal throat fucking Aubrey endured, and Aubrey fucking loved  it. Sabien practically choked the moans out of him, hitting Aubrey’s gag reflex and drawing out more drool. 

Sabien made a mess out of Aubrey, turning his mouth into a personal cock sleeve. Tears streamed down Aubrey’s flushed face. He reveled in the mixture of Sabien’s precum with his drool. Aubrey dug his nails in harder, breaking Sabien’s skin as he bobbed his head to meet Sabien’s hard thrusts. 

Sabien’s body jerked and shuddered. He growled in French, saying things Aubrey barely understood. Aubrey whimpered, his knees rubbing together. His cock was trapped in his slacks, almost ready to burst. 

He needed to come. He needed Sabien to do the same and mark Aubrey’s face. As put together Aubrey was in his daily, professional life, Aubrey yearned for the exact opposite in the bedroom. He needed to be used, so that he didn’t have to think about what to do. He needed to feel helpless until he was fucked out in bliss. It was the most beautiful escape, and the highest of highs. It was the pleasure of surrender with the right person, and he was giving it to Sabien, allowing Sabien to treat him like the truest slut. 

“I’m fucking close, Bree. Fuck, just look at you, not even tapping my leg to stop. You want this so fucking bad. You want me to use you. You want to be my good little cock slut.” 

Aubrey couldn’t hold back anymore. His eyes rolled back as he shuddered. He reached around to grab Sabien’s perfectly muscular globes and squeezed as he came. He saw stars as Sabien stiffened. Sabien yanked his cock out of Aubrey's mouth and freed one hand from Aubrey’s hair to grasp himself. His hand shuttled fast until cum pumped out of him, splashing Aubrey across his cheeks and parted lips. More landed on Aubrey’s outstretched tongue. He lapped it up until Sabien was spent. 

The large, French model sagged slightly and then dropped to his knees. He grabbed Aubrey’s face and began licking the cum off Aubrey’s cheeks. 

Aubrey sat there in a daze. He mewled softly, his lashes fluttering as Sabien slipped his tongue inside Aubrey’s mouth and drew him into a filthy kiss. Sabien cooed and praised Aubrey for being so good. Aubrey melted in the aftermath, head and body tingling from the lingering bliss. 

He couldn’t go back after this. 

He wanted more. 

He wanted to truly be a part of Sabien’s orbit.