Lush in Lace by A.J. Ridges Page A

and then higher, massaging my thighs
and the lace fringe that adorned them. His hands were so close to
my cock. I held my breath, standing stone still, waiting eagerly
for Rylan’s hands to drift toward my aching shaft. Instead they
stopped roaming, remaining on my thighs while he tilted his head,
so he could rub his stubbly cheek back and forth over my
crotch.
    Holy shit. The sensation of the rough
texture of Rylan’s beard against my most delicate appendage was a
totally new and erotic experience. I couldn’t hold back the
guttural groan that escaped my lips.
    At the sound, Rylan looked up, locking his
eyes with mine. “Tell me this is for me,” he stated pleadingly
while wrapping his fist around my hard shaft.
    All I could manage was a strangled moan
before I felt his hands at the waistband of my panties, pulling
them down my legs and completely off, exposing my fully erect cock
to his view.
    “I’m dreaming, right?” he whispered
reverently. “I have to be fucking dreaming,” he added before slowly
licking my cock from base to tip.
    I bit my lip painfully.
    “Best fucking dream I’ve ever had,” I heard
him whisper again before slipping the full head of my cock into his
mouth and rolling his eyes euphorically.
    I gripped the counter with all my might. It
kept me from grabbing his hair and bucking my cock forcefully into
his warm, wet, heavenly mouth.
    “Oh fuck,” I hissed when his hand found that
patch of skin between my balls and my ass. He teased that sensitive
spot relentlessly while his tongue wound round and round over my
cock. God, he was good at this. Too good.
    “Rylan,” I hissed, trying to stave back my
orgasm. I was panting, rolling my hips back and forth, lost in the
feel of Rylan blowing me.
    “I can’t—oh god, I won’t last,” I groaned,
praying he wouldn’t stop but not wanting to lose my load this
quickly.
    “Give it to me,” Rylan moaned around my
cockhead. “Don’t hold back. I’ve waited too long,” he added as if
reading my thoughts.
    His encouragement was my undoing. This brief
moment of reality was better than all of my fantasies combined, and
I couldn’t hold back if I tried.
    Rylan greedily consumed every ounce of cum as
I shot stream after stream into his eager mouth. He swirled his
tongue around my head as I came, increasing his suction to ensure
he got every last drop. I was dying, swearing and panting while my
legs spasmed in time with my dick.
    “Fuck, enough, oh shit, I can’t take
anymore,” I pleaded as my sensitive cock was overwhelmed by the
feel of his expert tongue.
    At my plea, Rylan freed my dick from the
warmth of his mouth. However, he continued to rub along my thighs,
hips, abdomen, anywhere he could get a hold of as I came down from
my high. When I could finally focus again, I watched as Rylan
picked up the manties from the floor, his eyes still burning with
desire. “You have any more of these upstairs?” he asked, dangling
the small piece of lingerie on one finger.
    I nodded.
    “Go put one on,” he ordered.
    “Rylan, I’m not—”
    “Only for me, okay?” he implored, ridding me
of any hesitation I’d felt in that moment.
    I nodded again. “You coming?” I asked,
feeling self-conscious when he didn’t immediately follow behind
me.
    “I just need a second.” He nodded, his voiced
strained. His erection was clearly visible against the zipper of
his pants.
    I headed upstairs, forgetting all about my
resolve to take things slowly. It was too late for that now anyway.
All I wanted in this moment was Rylan. I was nervous as hell, but I
still wouldn’t pass up this opportunity for anything in the
world.
    I chose one of my favorite recent
purchases—red lace boy shorts and black fishnet stockings. As with
all my new lingerie, I wondered how Rylan would react to the sight
of me. More than anything I wanted him to want me. I wanted him at
my mercy. It was strange, but I didn’t feel feminine or soft when I
wore the delicate undergarments.