CONT
Aleks would be the wicked stepmother, I thought before I could stop myself. But I had already opened the floodgates of Aleks and I couldn't make myself go back. Yes, that would be Aleks; The gorgeous queen. Powerful, competent, coldly stunning and tempting beyond reason. I knew that the very first time I'd seen her, no matter how much I had tried to convince myself that she was just an ordinary beautiful girl. I had lied to myself back then, but I had known. It had been hard settling in on my own after so long relying on bonds and pack. I'd missed that feeling of security. I'd missed my family. And I'd missed the girl I'd loved, Fletcher. I'd known I wasn't going back to Abattohn so I had been determined to move on from her, to let her along with everything else from Abattohn go. It had been hard. No woman I met could ever measure up to the woman I had thought was the blueprint, the standard of my desire. I had resigned myself to mediocre sex and relationships for life.
Then Lander had signed me up for some shady modelling gig for some guy he was seeing at the time and I had walked into the building resigned to my fate and expecting the worst, not knowing that I was walking to my doom. I'd known as soon as I'd finally spotted her lying down on the huge bed looking bored as all the man including me looked and gapped over her stunning body which was all but naked in the flimsy material she had been given to wear. When her eyes met mine, I had swallowed nervously as I'd taken in her long ethereal hair that reminded me of some manga character, cascading over her shoulders, her piercing and somewhat frosty green eyes, her long neck, her perky breasts which I guessed would be a little more than handfuls, and smooth skin with not even a single blemish or imperfection. When she looked at me and smiled a somewhat shy smile that conflicted with her whole cold and stunning looks, I knew I was in trouble and I shouldn't go anyway near her, but I couldn't let myself listen as the designers had descended upon me like vultures and quickly dressed and made me while barking instructions which my brain registered while I stared at the strange woman who stared at me in turn up before pushing me towards the bed. It was taking everything in me to hold my cock from hardening, but I lost the battle when I crawled onto the bed and assumed the first position that the obviously unqualified photographer called out; when I gathered her into my arms until her breasts were plastered to my chest and her front on mine, until there wasn't a single inch between any part of our bodies. Her body had molded into mine perfectly, her eyes fluttering as she shivered when I ran a light touch down her thighs just as the photographer had instructed. Our eyes hadn't parted since I had entered the room and I couldn't help myself from occasionally staring at her full wet, red lips.
"Hi." I'd whispered.
"Hey." She'd responded, confirming my thoughts that her voice was just as beautiful as she was. It was low and a bit husky; sensual. I swallowed but managed to keep my face blank. At least I hoped I managed to.
"How did you get roped into this?" I whispered so only she could hear and smiled along with her when she grinned quickly, her expression turning playful.
"I owed someone a favor." She responded, shivering as I followed the photographer's demand to slowly kiss her neck. Her scent was perhaps as intoxicating as the way her breath hitched when I sniffed her collarbone. I was glad she was as affected by me as I was by her. Her eyes had early darkened with lust. No one in the room was acting professional. "What about you?" she asked as she shifted to lay on the bed, her milky hair fanning on the red, silk pillows. I had never seen anything more stunning or religious in my life.
"Same." I finally responded, shifting in form to loom on top of her, unable to help myself from looking at the generous mounds of breasts, barely encased in the ugly, stretchy fabric. The sexy smirk on her face told me she hadn't minded my perusal. Was probably used to it. It seemed like the woman, whose name I hadn't known at that point, had little to no inhibitions with regards to her body. It figured.
"I'm Leukas." I'd said as she, seemingly unfazed, did as the sleazy leering photographer said, bent over to all fours in front of me, revealing a generous but muscular behind which was framed in the flimsiest panties I had ever seen in my short life. I had never seen anything so stunning, and I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted her at that moment. She had turned and looked my way, her eyes growing wicked when she noticed my erection that was tenting the obscenely tight leather pants.
"Aleksander. Just Aleksander. Nice to meet you Leukas Hyades.' She'd said, batting impossibly long lashes at me, her face the perfect picture of demure and clueless while her eyes reflected much more intense traces of humor and sensual tease. We stopped talking after the photographer snapped at us for it and I was partly glad because I was so blindsided by the sensuality she was showing off and the graceful way her body twisted and turned as the poses demanded of us, mostly of her, became even raunchier, that it was taking every bit of control and brain manipulation from my part not to cum in my pants like some out of control teenager. I may have been nineteen, but I had nothing but my dignity.
The sound of Fletcher squealing as she came all over my fingers pulled me back from the memory which had made me so hard my cock was pulsing in Fletcher's hand which had loosened as she writhed in orgasmic bliss, and I couldn't help but take myself in hand and stroke myself off while trying not to think about the rest of the days that had followed the photoshoot. The hideous and barely-there garments that we heard to wear, the banter we shared in between scenes, the flirting that we did when we were half-naked, and the gentle friendship we formed when we went out for coffee and brownies afterwards, and later on, the little game where she would tease me and make me mad with lust and temptation before denying us what we both wanted more than anything, but were so hesitant to take for different reasons. Until we didn't, and I had learnt how dangerous she was to everything I'd been working hard to build for myself when I'd found myself alone. Until I had sunk into her skin and she was suddenly the only thing that was real in my world. Until that night when I had lost all control and sense and had taken her in a way that was so depraved and complete it bordered on holy. I knew then that I was never going to be the same again.
It had been barely two strokes and I was coming on my own hand with the wrong woman on my mind while the right woman watched me with a gentle and sweet smile so different from the sinful one I saw when I came that it was almost enough to slaughter me with guilt, but even guilt couldn't touch me when the Aleks-lust took hold of me. And when I thought of the kiss I'd laid on her mere hours ago, my tongue probing her surprisingly sweet mouth and swallowing all her lusty moans and whimpers…. I shuddered, my cock twitching despite itself.