Lush in Lace by A.J. Ridges Page B

Instead, I felt desirable,
controlled, and powerful.
    Then again, I still had doubts and a
whirlwind of butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t help but wonder
if it was me specifically that Rylan wanted or if any man in
lingerie would make him hard. I hoped it was me. I didn’t want to
think about Rylan or his attraction to other men. I had him to
myself, at least for the time being, and that would have to be
enough.
    As I steeled my resolve, Rylan entered my
small bedroom, closing the door behind him. The hungry look in his
eyes empowered me.
    “How’s this?” I asked, turning ever so
slowly, so he could get the full three hundred and sixty degree
view of my lace-covered ass.
    His guttural growl made my dick begin to
leak.
    “Get on the bed, Lush,” he ordered.
    I rushed to do as he instructed, thrilled by
the look of pure desire in his gaze.
    “Fuck, you look so damn good,” he hissed,
hastily removing his clothes and dropping them on the floor. When
he stood completely naked at the foot of the bed, he spoke again,
“I like to be in control, Lush. You gonna have a problem with
that?”
    I could barely grasp a word he said, too lost
in the sight of Rylan’s near perfect naked body and his thick,
long, erect cock only a few feet away.
    “N-no,” I managed to respond. If anything,
his words made me even more eager, and I could feel my recently
spent cock coming to life.
    “Stroke yourself for me, Scott. Get your dick
hard.”
    I pulled at the lace, about to expose the tip
of my cock when Rylan stopped me. “No! Don’t take it off. I want to
see you grow under all that crimson.”
    With both hands I reached down. I used one
hand to cup my balls, massaging them against the material, while
with the other hand I stroked my cock from base to tip then back
again. I was fully erect after only a few light touches. Closing my
eyes, I imagined for an instant Rylan was touching me instead of
watching from his spot at the end of the bed.
    “Look at me,” he commanded, my fantasy fading
back into reality. “Don’t take your eyes off of mine.”
    Slowly he climbed on top of the mattress and
crawled toward me. I parted my thighs to make room for him in
between. He stopped when his mouth hovered just above my stroking
hand. With every few tugs, Rylan would lean down and take a lick at
my cock through the lace, never taking his eyes off of mine.
Eventually, his hands joined in, cupping my balls and then trailing
one hand back toward my ass.
    I immediately tensed. My pumping motions
ceased, and Rylan looked up, studying me and my reaction. After a
few breaths, understanding flickered in his gaze.
    “We’re gonna do a lot tonight, Lush, but I’m
not gonna put my dick in here, okay?” Rylan soothed me, firmly
gripping my ass cheeks while slowly rubbing one finger along my
lace covered back entrance. “You don’t need that your first time,
at least not without some preparation.”
    My look of disappointment must have been
obvious.
    “Fuck, don’t look at me like that, Scott,” he
pleaded. “Jesus, only you can make me so angry in one instant and
so fucking horny in the next. Did you know that? Do you know how
much I fucking want to be the first man in your ass?”
    “No.”
    “It’s true, and I will be, but not tonight,”
he vowed.
    “I could. I-I mean…” Hell! What was the
proper way to tell a man that you’d be willing to fuck him in the
ass? I had no idea. Thankfully, I didn’t have to elaborate.
    Rylan shook his head, smiling. “It might be
hard for you to believe, but it’s been a long time for me too. I’m
not ready either. I didn’t come over here expecting anything more
than a severe case of blue balls and another round of bickering
with you, Lush. Then I’d planned to head home and rub one out while
I pictured you covered in lace, just like I’ve done over a dozen
times since the night of the wedding.”
    “Really?” I asked, genuinely surprised, but
also thrilled by his admission.
    Rylan