Chasing His Muse

His phone buzzed. “Shit Trisha is here. Come get dressed, I need to introduce my muse to her.” He kissed me and slapped my ass playfully hard. Making me wet.

Shit! What the fuck?

Suddenly he looked at me, knowing my aroused face. Then he quickly gets back to me and touched my sex confirming it. He groaned and kissed me hard and fast.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“The fuck Nikki! We have visitors. Never knew you like being slapped in the ass.”

“Me neither, but apparently you brought it out of me.” I grinned at him. He just laughed and threw me one of his shirts to wear. He quickly got dressed, washed his face and hands, and opened the door.

“About time Brenton! How are you? Shane has already given me the details. So when do I get to meet her? He also told me some interesting facts about her.” She hugged him and slapped his arm playfully.

I was seeing their affection, it was like they were comfortable with each other like me and Regan. Shit were they lovers. I coughed and made myself known.

“There you are, come Nicolette meet Trisha. She’s the owner of the gallery, that exhibit my paintings. Trisha this is Nikki. My muse, my girlfriend.” He took my hand lovingly and pulled me closer to them.

I held out my hand, but she grabbed me in for a hug.

Okay then, she’s not that bad.

I smiled at her.

“Oh Brent, she’s a keeper! She’s going to make me a lot of money, by becoming your muse. She’s fucking beautiful Brenton! Damn! I’d do her… oops sorry that came out wrong. It’s just Shane, you know how he is.” We all laughed, but I was still blushing to her remarks by being called beautiful.

“Well, thank you, Trisha. You’re also very beautiful and I’d do you too. But I love Brenton now.” I grinned at her.

She laughed harder than before, saying that if Brenton let me go, she will be gunning after me, and do it for real.

Brenton was getting pale now or horny. I still couldn’t tell the difference, when it comes to my previous sexuality, which made us laughed even harder.

She stayed for another half an hour, before she hauled his paintings away to the gallery, and said our goodbyes.

“So I’m your girlfriend now?” I teased him, secretly liking him calling me his girlfriend.

“Yes Nikki you’re my girlfriend and I’m your boyfriend. We are exclusive, we don’t date or fuck other people. I know we’re doing this backward. But we love each other, so that’s that.” He stated looking into my eyes and smiling sexily.

“So you and Trisha, were you involved with her?” I asked as he looked down.

Damn, I knew it.

“It was a one-time thing, last year. We never did it again. Look, babe, she’s all professional with me, and looks like she’s more interested in you rather than me now.” He pouted, making me laughed.

“But I think Shane likes her tough. I always knew there’s something going on between them. And I know she likes him too. Cause she always looking for ways to get in touch with him.” He shrugged, as he moved dangerously towards me.

“So, you want to fuck or should we go out and have a nice dinner, and buy you some ballet stuff? I can’t wait to see you parade in them. You can use the spare bedroom for your ballet studio, we can put bars and mirrors in it?” He asked me, but my face gave it away, looking all too excited about his idea.

“So let’s go then.” He told me.

We went to my usual place to shop for ballet attire, I was buying the necessities first, leotards, tights, pointe shoes, skirts, and some tutus for his poses.

Finding the right shoes took the longest time, but Brenton seemed to enjoy sitting in the corner sketching me. Looking at the sales assistant measuring my feet, telling me to put them in different ballet positions, so she could fit the right shoes for me. And finally, she gave me a pair to try, and I loved it. I also got some slip-on for my toes.

We finally finished with my shopping and put everything in the car, then we went to Silvio’s for dinner. We ordered our pizza to go since I was tired already.

We arrived just before seven and decided to eat while watching one of his black and white movies.

“You looked happy earlier like you’re in your comfort zone. I’ve got some beautiful sketches while you’re trying on your ballet shoes.” He stated, tidying up my strand hair, back behind my ear.

I was chewing my pizza, definitely not enticing at all. But he managed to make it look sexy anyway.

“I need to eat healthier food now that I’m going back to ballet. I need to build up my muscles again. But yes, I love doing ballet. It makes me feel happy and healthier. I’m going to call Marco tomorrow to check out his available classes for me to join. I need to start slow, it’s been too long.”

“Marco? A dude? I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you, dancing that close with a man in tights.” He looked at me seriously.

“He’s the best Brenton, and he’s gay and already happily married to his partner. But I love seeing your jealous side. I think it’s cute.” I cupped his face and pecked his nose. He looked relieved.

“But I’ll come to your classes, just to make sure.” He told me, taking me close to his side.

“Babe, I’ll be flattered if you would come. I’m just not ready for you to be gawking at other women in tights. I just might get jealous.” I shrugged, and he looked pleased with me.

“I like the idea of you getting jealous over me.” He drank his beer, and set it down on the table.

“I am Brent, you’re a sexy handsome man, my man. All mine.” I started touching him, get on his lap facing him, as I gently grind him and moaned, then he slapped my ass hard and all hell breaks loose.

“Fuck! Again Brent! Take me to bed. Fuck me, hard baby.” He did as I told him to do and fuck me hard over and over again.