From Bully To Beloved

“Cal. Colton.”

Everything becomes a blur of writhing flesh and moaning. It’s fucking amazing every single time we’re together. Nothing compares to this. No matter how much I drive myself into her, it’s never enough.

I want more. I want all of her. I need all of her.

“Babe, Sera,” I grumble, fucking her name with my growl. “I need you to come.”

When her body is trembling, I brush my thumb over her clit, thrusting into her while my mouth captures hers. She comes a few seconds later, shuddering while she’s calling my name. I leave kisses all over her face and don’t last much longer. Losing myself in her body, I grip her hair tighter, exploding inside her, shooting jets-and jets-and jets-of come inside her, filling her.

My mind is blissfully blank, all worries and troubles aside, now that I’m with Sera again.

“That wassohot. I loved it.”

“Jesus, woman,” I gasp a few moments later, still breathless. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Giggling, she attempts a hug, but remembers that her hands are still dirty, so I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom, where we clean up and she washes the charcoal off her hands and everywhere else it left a mark.

Once we’re nice and clean, I carry her to the bed to stretch out next to her. My body is humming, and I’ve never been more content in my life. Sera drapes herself across my chest. “If you’re going to model for me, we should limit sexy times because otherwise I’m never going to finish any of my work.”

“Or it can be the little treat that inspires you to finish.”

“Well, you do inspire me tofinish.”

I playfully gasp. “Oh, my God, did Sera just make a dirty joke?”

“Maybe she’s not the goody-goody girl you think she is.”

“That’s what I’m coming to realize.”

“Maybe she’s a naughty-naughty girl.”

“That’s perfectly fine with me.”

She rolls off me and sits up.

But before she can go anywhere, I wrap my arms around her waist and yank her back. “Nope, you’re not leaving yet.”

“Cal, I’ve gotta keep this inspiration going.”

“I know, but you’re always on the go. Take ten minutes to relax.”

“I’m always on the go? All I’m doing is working. You’rethe one always running out the door to hang with Justin or the guys.”

“Well, I’m not going anywhere tonight. Neither are you. We both have the time to relax.”

“You just want me to relax so you can grope me some more.”

“And your point is?” She laughs at my response, and I say, “I’ll make you a deal. You rest for a bit, andI’lldrawyou.”

She looks at me with wide eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay, this I have to see. Let me at least get my sketchbook.”

I sit up and gently toss her onto the pillows. “I’ll get it.”

It takes me a few seconds to collect her book from the living room where she had abandoned it earlier. When I return, she’s stretched out in the middle of the bed, on her stomach, and I take a second to admire all her naked glory.

“Pencil’s over there by the bed,” she tells me.

“Jesus, woman.” I give her a slap on that delicious round ass because: man. Sera squeaks and wiggles it delightfully in response. She pushes her ass up higher, and I smack it again, of course, because: same reason.

“Okay, get comfortable,” I tell her, grabbing the pencil and sitting on the edge of the bed. There, I flip the red book open to a blank page. She has been busy. There are hardly any blank pages left.

Sera props her chin on her hand as she lies on her stomach, her legs kicked up in the air and crossed at the ankles. Sexy. Very sexy.

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This should be doable.

I’ve been watching her enough to basically be an expert.

I start to sketch her, my eyes darting between her and the page as I fill it with lines. Ha. I’m not half bad at this. Another line here, and one there, very good. More and more of her beauty is uncovered in my drawing. Playing hooky from art class wasn’t a detrimental mistake after all. Sure, it’s tough, and it takes most of my concentration, but not enough that I don’t admire how fucking sexy she looks. God, she’s flawless. Just like the girl on my paper.

“Okay, ten minutes are up,” Sera says not too long after. I should have known she was keeping an eye on the clock.

“All right, you ready to see this masterpiece?” I ask.

“Absolutely.”

I turn the page around.

And Sera bursts into laughter.

Yeah, okay, the drawing is questionable. Barely a step above a stick figure. This shit is harder than it looks. Still, I’m incredibly proud of it, and seeing Sera amused makes me grin.

“I know, we should do a joint art show,” I say with exaggerated pride. “I don’t like to throw the term ‘genius’ around, but come on. Just look at this.”

Sera is still cracking up, and now tears are streaming down her cheeks. Her face is bright red, and she’s on her back, her hand pressed to her stomach. “Oh, my God,” she blurts through peals of laughter. “I…can’t…breathe.”

“It’s not an exact interpretation. I took some liberties,” I continue, loving what the ongoing joke is doing. I’m determined to keep it rolling as long as I can. I’ve never seen her this carefree and happy. I keep talking and talking, explaining my profound thinking process behind my artistic triumph, my opus-the defining masterpiece of my career.

Once in a while, she looks at the drawing only to burst out in laughter again. “Cal…I can’t stop. It’s so funny it hurts.”

Eventually, I crack and join in, laughing along with her and tossing the sketchbook off to the side. “All right, fuck motorcycle dealership, new career, and I’m going all in. Mr. Art Douche won’t know what hit him,” I say, lying next to her.

Once I squeeze her against my chest, I caress her soft cheeks. “At least you know whatever you draw will never be as fucking bad as that,” I rumble softly.

“Fair point,” she says, still giggling.

This is paradise. A beautiful naked woman in my bed, happy and carefree and looking at me like I’m everything she ever wanted.

Like I’m the fucking king of the world.