Photo Finish

Hazel sat down on the chair placed there, legs slightly spread, head tipped to the side slightly, and her arms casually sprawled on the armrests. She raised an eyebrow and gave the camera a sultry kind of look.

Or maybe, hopefully, she was giving Jace that look. Jace snapped several versions of that photographs, from a few different heights and angles. He gave Hazel a nod, and she rose to her feet at once, kicking the chair backwards with surprising effortlessness. She put one high heel up on the seat, turned her body so it faced away from the camera, then turned just her head back towards the camera, one hand on her hip, the other on the back of the chair. The pose outlined the swell of her breasts in that sexy little dress, and from the sultry look on her face, she definitely knew it.

Jace couldn’t snap the photos quickly enough. He gave Hazel the nod, and she nodded back, pulling the chair back closer, where she sat in it sideways, propping her elbow on her knee and propping her chin on her elbow. Her long bare caramel legs were on full display, smooth and radiant with those tantalizing thighs…

“You’re a photographer, not a pervert.” Hazel snapped, but compared to how she’d been talking to him earlier before the interruption, this was relatively peaceable.

“Right, right.” Jace slapped himself on the forehead. “How could I forget?”

Hazel rolled those beautiful brown eyes, and Jace managed to snap a photo of her mid eye-roll. That photo never got published anywhere of course, but Jace kept that one for himself. It was always one of his favorites. His other photos of that pose turned out more normal, and those ones wound up published.

“My photographers usually have more instruction about poses. I suppose that’s why it pays to get somebody experienced.” Hazel drawled as she moved the chair out of the camera’s sight before sitting on the floor. She tucked one leg under her, then placed the other one over that leg. She leaned back on her palms, tilting her head back haughtily to almost glare at the camera, but in a very alluring way. The kind of way only Hazel Hightower could.

Jace snapped those photos, and then Hazel stood up, turning around from the camera. Then Jace watched as Hazel reached up and slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulder, letting them fall to bare her entire upper back. She looked back over her shoulder at the camera, those alluring eyes staring right into the lens.

As Jace snapped those photos, he was thinking to himself how lucky it was he’d decided to turn up today.

“Try to keep it in your pants.” Hazel said suddenly, and Jace blinked in confusion, until Hazel took her hand off the front of the dress and the top of it slid down to her hips, revealing her entirely bare back.

Hazel turned back to look at the camera, but over the other shoulder this time, for variety’s sake, Jace supposed. Jace snapped plenty of photos there, and Hazel let the dress fall all the way down, where it landed around her heels. She wore lacy black lingerie, and Hazel turned halfway around, baring her right exposed breast, but she placed a hand on the nipple before Jace could press the capture button.

“It doesn’t look like you’re succeeding.” Hazel’s eyes flicked down to Jace’s very prominent erection.

“It is technically still in my pants. Well, shorts.” Jace pointed out. Hazel smirked slightly, then her face went back to that practiced alluring look that Jace was beginning to see was a bit fake at the edges. He didn’t think it was noticeable in any pictures, but seeing her go from her usual wry, almost mocking smirk, to the careful alluring look… it definitely brought into question the realism of the look.

He wondered, not for the first time, why Hazel liked modeling so much. He wondered it about his mom, too, and the other models. Sure, Jace knew why he liked models, but why did the models like being models? Was it all just about attention? It did pay well, true. Grayson Global was very competitive with the model pay, not like Hazel needed it, though. The Hightowers had plenty of money. Hazel certainly didn’t want for anything.

For Hazel, it very well could be the admiration, the attention, the adoration. She did have plenty of depth to her, but he couldn’t deny she was sort of vain. Ok, maybe she was a lot vain. Jace certainly couldn’t imagine Hazel being opposed to leagues of adoring fans.

“Alright, I think that’s enough photos for today. I’ll have to check to make sure you did a half decent job with them, too.” Hazel said, and she turned around, letting her hands fall from her breasts. Jace’s hand wandered almost instinctively towards the capture button on the camera, but Hazel fixed him with a glare.

“These aren’t for the camera’s eyes.” Hazel said, cupping her large breasts. Yet, Jace noticed she made no motion to hide them.

“How about my personal camera?” Jace grinned, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Hazel’s eyes flicked from his face to his phone, then back to his face.

“No photos.” she shook her head, and Jace nodded, slipping his phone back in his pocket. Her tone was resolute, and arguing with Hazel never went well anyway. Hazel gave him a sultry look, though, and Jace saw almost instantly how it was different from the one she used during her photos. He couldn’t describe the difference, but this one was… real. The model look was too practiced, too much of a mask she could slip on and off at will. This one was real, Jace could tell, there was something in her beautiful dark brown eyes.

“Typically, photographers are paid in money.” Hazel mentioned. “But if you wanted something else…”

“Oh? Like what?” Jace grinned, and the supermodel rolled her eyes, and she bounced on her heels once, deliberately, making her large tits bounce. Watching her caramel bosom bounce around entranced Jace, something that Hazel very obviously knew.

“No more fighting?” Jace raised an eyebrow.

“It depends.” Hazel said simply.

“On what?” Jace asked curiously.

“Did you bring me a cupcake today?” Hazel asked pointedly. Jace laughed.

“It’s in Mom’s office.” Jace grinned.

“Right, well come here, then. Faster you finish, faster I get my cupcake.” Hazel said in a bored tone, but she couldn’t hide the eagerness in her eyes. Whether it was for him or the cupcake though, Jace couldn’t say.

Jace moved forwards, and Hazel’s eyes watched him intensely as he came towards her. There was a ferocity to her gaze, like always, but unlike her usual grumpiness, this ferocity was less spite and more… hunger.

“It’s been too long.” Jace murmured. “Your cold shoulder put both of us on ice.”

“Who said I didn’t do anything with somebody else?” Hazel asked haughtily, tossing her hair. Jace felt a strange pang in his chest, a burning flash of envy, before he shook his head.

“I don’t think you did.” Jace shrugged, his eyes flicking down to her breasts. Her hand shot out lightning quick, cupping his chin and tilting his head back up to her face, but there was amusement in those fierce eyes.

“I left the welcome party with Zack, you know. I doubt you noticed, the way you were staring at-” Hazel started, but Jace shook his head.

“Let’s not start on that again, Hazel. I want you.” Jace said bluntly, and her brown gaze met his teal one.

Her hand shot out to cup the back of his head and she pulled him in for a kiss. Hazel was tall, with those long model legs, and she was only a few inches shorter than Jace. With heels on like she had now, they were just about level.

“I guess you can have me for now. In exchange for that cupcake, and it better have a lot of frosting-” Hazel was cut off by Jace kissing her again, his hand cupping her ass.

“It has plenty.” Jace rolled his eyes.

“You know what these assholes make me eat, Jace.” Hazel said crossly.

“I do.” Jace nodded, chuckling. “Beauty is pain, right?”

“I wish they would just listen when I tell them that I don’t gain weight when I eat chocolate.” Hazel rolled her eyes. “It all just goes to the fun parts.”

Jace took that to mean he should cup Hazel’s large caramel breasts in his hands and give them a few squeezes, a happy grin on his face.

“I’m starting to notice something a little unfair going on here…” Hazel drawled, and her eyes flicked meaningfully down at Jace’s clothed body, while she stood in front of him wearing only heels and panties.

“I guess I could take off a few layers.” Jace joked, making Hazel roll her eyes again.

“Just do it.” she shook her head, sighing. Jace laughed as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. He kicked off his shoes, and then his shorts joined his shirt on the floor.

“Socks, too.” Hazel pointed down.

“Then lose the heels.” Jace challenged.

With a labored sigh, Hazel leaned down and undid the strap of the fancy heels, stepping out of them so she was yet again shorter than Jace, if only by a small margin. By time she stood back up, Jace was fully naked, no underwear and no socks.

Hazel’s eyes seemed to almost slide along the length of his cock like she was stroking it with her eyes, and the corners of her mouth tilted up in…

“Is that a smile?” Jace asked incredulously, and Hazel shoved his chest, knocking him back a step as he laughed.

“Don’t be an idiot. Now, I thought you were saying something about wanting me… or are you just all talk?” Hazel raised an eyebrow.

“You know very well I’m not all talk. I have skills that make girls’ panties drop.” Jace grinned, quoting something he’d heard off one of his classmates, the self-proclaimed ladies’ man Sam Wayne.

Hazel’s eyes rolled so hard it seemed to send tremors through the room. “Oh, I’m sure.”

“No, really. Watch this.” Jace said, and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Hazel’s panties and tugged them down past the curve of her hips so that they fell down her legs.

“Hilarious.” Hazel said in a flat, entirely unamused voice. Jace stepped forwards, placing his hands on her hips and lifting her up. He carried her forwards until her back hit the wall, and their lips met in a ferocious, passionate kiss.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her legs linked tight around his waist. He could feel his hard cock rubbing against her stomach as they kissed. Hazel lifted her hips some, pressing her pussy against his shaft and rubbing herself up and down the length of it. Jace groaned into her mouth, making the rich model grin.

“Seems like somebody has ‘the skills’ here, and it’s not you.” Hazel said smugly, and Jace raised an eyebrow.

“Are you challenging me?” Jace asked in surprise, a grin spreading across his face.

“Do you really think you’re a challenge?” Hazel asked, gasping with exaggerated shock.

Jace just grinned. His hands shifted around to grip her ass, and he hoisted her up more, teasing his cock at her entrance, which despite her apparent lack of interest, was rather wet.

“You seem a little eager.” Jace noted innocently. “Maybe it has been a while for you.”

“Oh, please.” Hazel scoffed. “Any guy in school would fuck me.”

“That’s not really what I was saying. I know they would fuck you… but did they?” Jace asked, and suddenly he found the answer to this question mattered a lot to him. Maybe that’s why he kept pushing the issue. Some part of him had to know. Needed to know, really.

“No.” Hazel said quietly, her eyes hard, and she tossed her head haughtily. Relief washed through Jace, which surprised him.

“Good.” Jace growled, and he slid his cock inside her, pulling her slowly down his cock as hips pushed inside her. Hazel’s long, low moan escaping through her lips filled Jace with satisfaction. He loved making Hazel moan.

Jace kept sliding his cock tantalizingly slowly into her, until Hazel’s legs tightened around his waist and yanked him forwards all the way into her. Her flawless body arched up against his chest, and Jace couldn’t resist burying his face in her large perfect bosom as she did so.

“Maybe I am something of a challenge.” Jace grinned at Hazel. Her eyes, shining with lust and hunger, met his, and a fierce grin spread across her face. Usually Hazel was cold and reserved, but when he got her in bed it was like she lit up. This was her native state, Jace had always thought. Naked, glorious, and passionate. She wasn’t necessarily nicer like this, though, she was just more of a burning fire rather than a chunk of ice, as she quickly proved.

“Size doesn’t equal skill, Holland.” Hazel said with a tsk, and she began to bounce on his cock, making Jace groan as her warm, wet pussy squeezed and slipped along his cock. He tried thrusting back into her, but it was Hazel’s moment to shine, and he wasn’t doing much for it. He let her have what she wanted, let her hear his groans of pleasure. Hazel’s arms around his neck squeezed him closer, and the small space between their bodies vanished as they pressed together, Hazel’s lips finding Jace’s in a hot, frenzied kiss.

Hazel and Jace’s hands roamed each other’s bodies as they fucked against the wall of the studio. The weeks without any contact seemed to be spilling over, and Jace for one was regretting not coming to make peace earlier. Though, a less pent up Hazel would definitely not be nearly as frantic with how they were going at it right now.

And he liked this Hazel. He liked her a lot. He liked every version of Hazel he’d seen so far, and man, he’d seen a lot. She was a complicated girl, and she never quite responded to things like he expected her to, but… something about her had him enchanted. He didn’t know why, he’d never been particularly into the mean girls at school, no matter how attractive they were, but with Hazel… he just couldn’t look at her and see mean girl.

Not to say she wasn’t mean, but there was just so much… more. Looking at the hungry spitfire of a girl bouncing on his cock right now, head tipped back in ecstasy, her eyes rolling for a different reason than exasperation…

She wasn’t just a mean girl.

She was Hazel.

And holy shit, he was in love with her.