Lush in Lace (14 page)

I wasn’t even sure Rylan and I could last an
entire evening without fighting or fucking or both. We’d promised
to take things slowly. It wasn’t my idea, but it seemed important
to Rylan so I agreed. It was going to be hell making it through the
night without remembering how good Rylan looked naked or how erotic
his hard cock felt against mine.

Opening the door, I couldn’t help but notice
how totally fuckable he looked, standing on my doorstep, dressed in
shades of black from head to toe. He wore black slacks, a
charcoal-black button-down shirt, and a black leather bracelet on
his wrist. His rich brown hair was neatly styled though still
slightly damp, and his face was freshly shaved. As he stepped into
the apartment, the clean scent of his light cologne triggered
sinful memories of Rylan’s body against mine, Rylan straddling me,
Rylan sucking my cock, Rylan rubbing his stubble along my erection,
Rylan coming all over my stomach.

Oh fuck, I’m never going to survive this
night,
I thought.

My only consolation was that Rylan appeared
as anxious as I did, maybe even more so. He looked like he would
bolt at any minute, which wasn’t helping my already frayed
nerves.

“I-I made lasagna,” I offered meekly. “It’s
from a box, but I made the garlic bread myself.”

His brows furrowed, and he shoved his hands
into the pockets of his pants. “I thought we were going out?”

We were, but there would be no chance of
getting Rylan to fuck me in a restaurant. Here in the apartment, he
could be tempted; at least I hoped I could tempt him. I really
wanted him to throw his “take things slowly” idea out the window.
Especially since I knew he only proposed the notion for my benefit.
I’d waited years to have Rylan. You couldn’t get much slower than
that. I was ready for fast—hard and fast.
Oh hell yeah, was I
ready for that.

“I figured it would be better to stay in. At
least it’d be better for me,” I offered, hoping I didn’t sound too
desperate.

“I see,” Rylan replied, turning to examine a
new wedding picture of Jamie and BJ I’d had framed.

“What do you think of the place?” I asked,
knowing he could see most of the small, open concept apartment from
where he stood with the exception of the bedroom and bathroom.

He looked around, noticing some of the
changes I’d made including some odds and ends that Jamie and BJ had
donated.

“Looks good,” he said with a forced
smile.

Rylan was never this subdued.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, a sinking
feeling taking hold in my stomach.

“Naw, Lush. It’s all good.”

Once again, his smile didn’t quite reach his
narrowed eyes.

“If you’ve changed your mind—” I began only
to have him interrupt me.

“Don’t you mean
you’ve
changed
your
mind?” he asked coldly.

“No. What are you talking about? I haven’t
changed my mind.”

“Maybe it’s your attitude then,” he added
harshly. “Fuck. Just forget it,” he swore. “I knew I should have
never listened to our idiot brothers. This was too good to be true.
Thanks, but I think I’ll pass on our
date,
Lush,” he bit
out, striding toward the door.

“Rylan!”

At my shout, he stopped with his hand on the
knob although he didn’t turn to face me.

“If you really want to leave, then go. But if
you’re leaving because of something I’ve said or done then you’ve
gotta tell me what it is, because I truly have no idea,” I pleaded,
terrified that this night was going to be over before it could even
begin and knowing it was somehow my fault.

He turned back to me, his eyes full of
disbelief and despair. I couldn’t imagine what I’d done to deserve
that expression.

Rylan took his time scrutinizing me. It was
as if he was looking for a signal or a sign, one I’d gladly give
him if only I had any clue what he wanted to see. It wasn’t until
he noticed my nylon-clad feet that his demeanor seemed to change.
He released the doorknob and stepped back toward me.

“Why didn’t you want to go out tonight,
Lush?” he asked, sounding more curious than dejected now.

I shrugged. How did I tell him I wanted to
get fucked, when we promised to take things slowly and only a few
seconds ago he was about ready to leave?

“Was it because you didn’t want to be seen on
a date with a gay man in public?” Rylan added.

“No. Fuck, no!” I replied adamantly. “Is that
what you thought?” I asked, finally putting the pieces
together.

Rylan shrugged.

And I’m supposed to be the dumb-ass
, I
grumbled to myself as I ran a frustrated hand through my hair.
Will we ever get things right?

“I’m not ashamed of you or what I feel,
Rylan. Not anymore. I’m anxious and nervous and—”

“And what?” he prompted. “You said you wanted
us to be completely honest with each other, remember?”

I inhaled deeply.
In for a penny, in for a
pound.
“And horny,” I admitted.

He wasn’t expecting that answer. I watched
his cheeks flush with color and his eyes grow darker as they zeroed
in on my cock.

“Prove it,” Rylan dared me, jutting his chin
out.

“How?”

“Take your clothes off, Scott.”

I wasn’t about to argue, especially since
this was what I’d wanted all along.

He watched intently as I hastily removed
first my shirt then my stylish, worn jeans. I heard his dramatic
intake of breath when my pants hit the floor and revealed the
sheer, lilac-colored thong with matching thigh-high stockings I’d
worn.

“That’s enough,” Rylan croaked as I was about
to remove the underwear.

I noted how his black pants now tented at the
crotch, causing my own dick to harden painfully beneath my thin
panties.

“I thought you said you didn’t like wearing
women’s underthings, Lush?” he accused.

“I don’t,” I confirmed. “But I like wearing
them for you.”

I don’t think I could have surprised Rylan
more if I’d said Chris Hemsworth was standing behind him in drag. I
offered a hesitant smile.

“I love the way you look at me when I’m
dressed like this, Rylan.”

“
Fuck!”
he hissed, closing his eyes
momentarily. “So you wore those for me?” he asked skeptically.

I nodded.

“I thought we agreed to take things slow?” he
returned.

“We did. But only because that’s what you
wanted.”

Rylan scanned the length of my body once
again, his desire clearly evident. “So you were secretly hoping I’d
get to see the sexy stockings and thong tonight. And we’re staying
in for dinner because you wanted to get laid. Is that it?” he
deduced, his tone no longer angry. In fact, he looked quite smug
with his discovery.

I nodded. “But if you still want to go out,
we can. I mean, I don’t want you to feel—”

Rylan shook his head slowly while stalking
toward me. “You’ve managed to change my mind, Lush. I want to eat
in.” He looked down at my cock. “Suddenly, I’m hungry, really
hungry, starving actually,” he added, reaching out to cup my cock
through the sheer fabric.

Oh god.

Beeeep! Beeeep! Beeeep!

Fuck! The oven timer chose that inopportune
moment to remind me that my lasagna was about to burn.

I had no choice but to slip away from Rylan’s
touch and attend to the dinner. I didn’t realize he’d followed
behind me. Not until I felt Rylan’s hand on my ass as I bent over
to take the lasagna out of the oven.

From my bent position, there was no way he
could miss the end of the bright-green butt plug beneath the tiny,
light-purple floss of my thong.

As if reading my thoughts, Rylan’s hand found
the end of the plug.
Damn.
I almost dropped the casserole
dish on to the floor at that first tug.

“Is this for me too, Lush?” he whispered at
my back, twisting the toy inside me.

“Yessss,” I hissed, thrusting my ass back
against his hand.

“In that case, you have two minutes to put
that away and meet me in the bedroom,” he demanded, giving the plug
one last light tug before heading off toward my bedroom.

I don’t think I ever moved so fast in my
life. I was at my bedroom door with more than a minute to spare.
However, despite my haste, the sight of a naked Rylan lounging on
my bed, cock in hand, caused me to stop dead in my tracks. I wanted
to devour the sight of him. He was a picture of smooth, naturally
tanned skin, lightly defined muscle, and the smallest amount of
deep-brown hair that scattered along his legs and trailed down his
stomach toward his thick cock.

I watched him stroke his shaft in a slow
rhythm, every now and then getting a glimpse of the wide, dusky
purple head as it plunged above the top of his fist. He was sitting
upright, his back against the headboard, one hand on his cock and
the other bent behind his head. At first glance, one would think he
was the picture of relaxation, but I knew differently. From the way
Rylan’s breathing increased when his eyes roamed over my
sheer-encased cock and my stocking-clad legs, I knew he was having
a hard time controlling his desire.

With his free hand, Rylan beckoned me closer.
“That color suits you, Lush,” he offered as I stepped toward the
bed. “Turn around for me.”

I did as he asked.

“You have such a sweet ass, high and round
and perfect,” he said, increasing the pace of each stroke along his
cock.

I faced him again, wanting desperately to
replace his hands with my own or, better yet, with my mouth. I
walked toward the side of the bed but didn’t settle down on it. I
don’t know why I hesitated. I had no idea what I was waiting for.
Permission maybe? For him to orgasm? I couldn’t say. I just stood
there, watching his cock as it began to leak.

Slowly Rylan placed both hands casually
against the headboard behind his head and settled in, waiting. He
remained still, silently challenging me while I watched his full,
hard cock twitch against his stomach, drawing my attention. Still
Rylan waited. I knew then that this was my cue. This was my open
invitation to touch Rylan, finally. My tongue darted out and wet my
lips in anticipation as I began to climb onto the bed.

****

-Rylan-

Watching Scott tentatively make his way over
to my cock on his hands and stocking-covered knees was one of the
most erotic things I’d ever seen in my life.

Damn.
I thought both my heads would
explode earlier when he’d stripped down to reveal his cock encased
in sheer silk and his muscular legs surrounded by sexy nylon. In
that moment, all my silly insecurities vanished. Especially after
Scott admitted he was wearing the lingerie for me.

How did I get so fucking lucky?

Scott Lush was my every fantasy come to life,
and tonight, I’d finally get to have him—all of him. I would have
to be extra careful and take things slowly, despite the burning
need inside me to fuck him hard and fast.

I wanted this experience to be pleasurable
for Scott since it was my greatest hope that this would be the
first night of many. Not that I’d be telling him that any time
soon. I didn’t want to scare him off, but I knew in my heart Scott
Lush would be the last man I’d ever fuck.

Keeping my hands on the headboard, I waited
for him to make his move. I saw the uncertainty in his eyes as he
reached out and touched my cock. Scott’s hands shook slightly. They
were huge, warm, and rough, like nothing I’d ever experienced
before. Even the last time, his touch hadn’t felt as good as it did
right now.

“Oh shit,” I hissed, already so close to the
edge of my orgasm.

He instantly let go.

“Don’t! Don’t stop, Scott. I’ve waited so
long to feel your hands on me again.”

“You have?” he asked, genuinely surprised by
my answer.

I cupped his cheek gently, tilting his head
so he had no choice but to look at me. “How could you not know
that?” I asked softly.

I’d always assumed our animosity toward each
other was based on the fact that Scott knew how much I wanted him.
Could I have been wrong about that too?

“Kinda hard to tell with you calling me
dumb-ass all the time,” he replied with a smirk, trying to make
light of my comment.

In his reply, I had my answer.

“It was better than you figuring out how much
I wanted you,” I admitted. “I don’t think a night’s gone by when I
haven’t dreamed about your hands, your cock, or your sweet ass,
Lush. So don’t hold back tonight. Okay? I want it all.”

“What about my mouth, Rylan? Did you dream
about my mouth here?” he asked, taking hold of my cock once
again.

My own mouth went suddenly dry, and all I
could do was nod my head vigorously against the headboard.

There was a devilish gleam in his eye. “I
guess I should start making some of those dreams come true,
huh?”

“That’s the smartest thing I think you’ve
ever said, Lush,” I kidded, tightening my hold on the headboard in
anticipation of the first feel of his tongue against my cock.

Instead, Scott’s hand drifted lower, cupping
my balls and squeezing them gently. “I’d watch what you say to the
man who has your balls in the palm of his hand, Squeaker,” he
teased. His mouth hovered less than an inch away from my slick
head, his warm breath enveloping me. I wanted so badly to thrust up
and force my dick inside his mouth.

“Okay, okay. You’re the smartest man I’ve
ever known.” My words were thickly coated with sarcasm.

His hand contracted around my balls once
again.

“Hey! Careful with those,” I warned though he
wasn’t really squeezing that hard. “I’m gonna need them tonight,” I
added with a wink. I loved the fact that we could tease each other
and have fun even in bed.

I loved everything about him.