Lush in Lace (10 page)

“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 huffed. “Really. I’m not brushing you
off, Lush,” he insisted, sensing my disbelief. “If you think for a
second that I don’t want your cock up my ass, you’re out of your
mind. I’d be willing to let you have me anytime, anywhere, and
that’s saying something. But too much, too fast won’t be good for
us, okay?”

I didn’t want to read too much into his
statement, but I also needed to know… “Do you normally let other
men—?”

“Fuck me?” he supplied. “No. But I want it
all with you. So fucking bad, Lush. And I really, really, really
want to put my dick up here,” he said, slipping his finger beneath
the lace and tapping against my hole for emphasis. “You can’t
imagine how much.”

“Yes, I can,” I whispered back, surprising
him.

“Shit, you’re not making this any
easier.”

“Sorry,” I offered lamely.

“Don’t be. I always knew being with you would
be the sweetest kind of hell,” he admitted with a smile. Rylan took
hold of my lacy boy shorts and slowly pulled them down my body,
tossing them onto the discarded pile of his own clothes. I noted he
left the stockings in place. He leaned back on his heels and took a
long time, looking his fill at my cock and my long fishnet-covered
legs.

After a few heartbeats, I finally found the
courage to break the silence stretching between us. “Can I touch
you, Rylan?” I asked, hesitantly.

His answer was immediate. “Oh, fuck yeah. You
can touch me, lick me, finger me, anything you want, Scott.”

I wanted all of those things, but more than
anything I wanted to feel his lips against mine. So when I reached
up and pulled his head down toward me, I wasn’t surprised by his
shocked expression.

When our lips met for the first time, Rylan
wasn’t forceful or aggressive or even responsive. Instead, he
remained still, letting my lips roam freely over his. He allowed me
the freedom to tease and taste him until he began to tremble with
need. His lips parted, and he swept his tongue into my mouth on a
groan and began eagerly exploring me.

I moaned loudly, fisting my hand in his hair,
keeping him tightly locked against me while, with my other hand, I
searched blindly for his impressive cock. It was long, thick, and
smooth. His deep-purple, circumcised head was leaking slightly,
which both surprised and delighted me. I’d never made a man leak
before. Hell, as far as I knew, I’d never made a man hard before
either. Stroking him was so different from stroking myself and not
only the position of my hand. His skin was so much hotter than my
own. It felt like molten silk and steel in my hand. It was so
strange to touch another man’s cock and yet so fucking erotic. I
used Rylan’s moans to guide me, stroking harder and faster with
each encouraging sound.

Without breaking our kiss, Rylan’s hand found
my cock, and he positioned himself so we could stroke together
while our dicks rubbed up along one another.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” I moaned, knowing I was
close again.

Rylan released me. “Turn over,” he
commanded.

“But, you said—”

“I just want to see you, maybe taste you,” he
shared, his voice shaky with need.

“Oh god.”

When I maneuvered myself onto my stomach,
Rylan did both. He spread my ass cheeks wide and once again looked
his fill for a long time. Then, slowly, he peeled off my stockings
one at a time, working his way back up each leg, nipping and
tasting my skin as he went. After what seemed like hours massaging
my firm, round cheeks, I finally felt his tongue lick a strip from
right below my balls all the way up to my tailbone.

Dear god!

It was such a strange sensation, but oh so
fucking hot. He repeated the motion over and over again until I was
writhing, moaning shamelessly and leaking from my cock.

“Do you have lube?” he asked
breathlessly.

I turned again, now lying on my back, and
eagerly reached over to produce the bottle of lube from my
nightstand, hoping he’d changed his mind about fucking me.

Rylan sat between my legs and squirted a
large amount onto my cock. He began stroking me again, watching as
my wide, slick head glided through his slippery fingers. “Fuck
that’s hot, Lush,” he hissed.

I bucked up against his strokes, feeling that
tingling sensation beginning to take hold.

“Not yet,” Rylan grunted, fisting me faster,
making it nearly impossible for me to hold back. “Don’t come yet,”
he ordered.

I had to grind my teeth in order to hold
back, but somehow I managed.

Rylan kept a steady pace, stroking my cock
while he climbed up along my abdomen. He positioned himself so he
kneeled over me, his legs on each side of mine, my dick lined up
with his ass.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed, reaching back to rub my
slick head against his asshole.

It felt fucking amazing. I wanted so badly to
thrust inside him, to test his tightness around my shaft. Instead,
I gripped the sheets in my fists and allowed Rylan to set the
pace.

“Tell me, Lush. Admit that you’ve jerked off
while thinking about fucking me.” He moaned as he swiveled his ass
against my cockhead over and over again.

“Yes. Oh fuck yes,” I groaned.

“Tell me you’ve come all over yourself
thinking about me shoving my hard dick up your ass,” he
ordered.

Oh god
. His erotic words were too
much. “Yes. Fuck, Rylan, I wanna come so bad,” I pleaded.

“Do it. Come all over my ass,” he
encouraged.

I didn’t want to come alone this time—I
needed him with me. Releasing my death grip on the sheet, I took
hold of his cock, stroking him furiously while I exploded with a
hoarse cry all over his puckered ring.

In the next instant, I heard Rylan’s muffled
groan as he shot off into my hand and onto my chest. The sticky
fluid was warm, thick, and hot. It made me feel so powerful and
sexy to know I had the ability to make him come with just a few
strokes.

Unfortunately, the uncomfortable silence that
instantly followed our life-altering orgasms was terrifying. We’d
been enemies for so long that we had no idea how to handle such
deep, all-consuming, and conflicting emotions.
At least I
didn’t.

All too soon, Rylan was climbing off of me,
making his way to the bathroom, leaving me to wonder—
what
now?

He was gone for less than a minute before
returning with a damp towel and offering it to me to clean myself
up.

He watched in silence then threw it on the
floor once I was done. Surprisingly, Rylan didn’t get dressed and
didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave like I’d feared. He climbed
back into my bed and lay down beside me.

“Not bad for your first gay experience, huh,
Lush?” he teased though I could hear the uncertainty in his
voice.

I wanted to tell him it was fucking amazing,
but I was torn. Did what we shared really make me gay? I didn’t see
it that way, and I definitely wasn’t ready for that.

I couldn’t hide my distressed look from
Rylan.

“It—I, um…”

“Forget it, Lush. We’ll talk about it later,”
he bit out, frowning. “Let’s get some rest,” he growled, turning
away from me to face the wall.

I felt the loss of our connection like a blow
to the stomach, but I didn’t offer him any words of comfort. I
didn’t know what to say to make things better. Instead, I followed
Rylan’s lead and turned toward the door, shutting my eyes.

He was right; now was probably not the best
time to discuss the future, not with our emotions running so high.
We’d talk in the morning when we could both think clearly and
decide how we could move forward.

****

-
Scott
-

“Told you!” An excited, manly squeal from the
direction of my door filtered through my sleep.

I managed to open one eye and make out two
figures standing in the doorway as my pupils adjusted to the bright
morning light.

“Fuck! I never would have believed it,” BJ
said to Jamie.

“Aren’t they cute together?” Jamie cooed.

Only then did I turn my head to see Rylan
rubbing his sleepy eyes beside me.

Oh fuck! Rylan was still here in my bed, and
my brother and his husband were home. Shit!

“Are these walls made of fucking titanium?” I
grumbled, both angry and embarrassed that I’d been caught with my
pants down for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. In
that instant, I made a desperate grab for the sheet, relieved to
find it resting on my chest, covering all my good bits.

“Could you leave us for a bit, guys?” Rylan
asked in his gruff, too-sexy-to-be-real morning voice. “Scott’s
kinda not ready for all this yet.”

“Sure, sure,” Jamie offered, hastily moving
back into the hall.

My brother didn’t budge. “You okay, bro?” he
asked me, concerned.

I managed to nod but couldn’t look him in the
eyes.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, BJ. I didn’t fuck him,”
Rylan growled.

BJ’s shoulders visibly relaxed. “Okay. We’ll
be downstairs,” he offered before closing the door once more.

However, it was clear from the voices just
outside the door that the newlyweds hadn’t gone far.

“Now we have to think of a ship name for
them,” I heard Jamie exclaim excitedly. “I’m thinking—Mush.”

“What the fuck?” I heard my brother
reply.

“You know, when you combine the names of a
couple to get one new couple name. That’s a ship name. Like
Brangelina for Brad and Angelina.”

“And the best you could come up with is
Mush?” my brother hissed.

“It’s Madden and Lush put together—Mush,”
Jamie explained.

“No fucking way.”

“Okay, how about Rott?”

“You need help,” I heard my brother tell his
new husband.

“Oh, I got it… Scotlan. Scott and Rylan. Oh,
it’s perfect. Don’t you think?” Jamie asked, and I could hear his
excitement through the door.

I could also picture BJ’s smile at his
husband’s antics even without having the benefit of X-ray vision.
“You’re perfect,” BJ replied on a laugh. “Bat-ass crazy, but
perfect,” he added.

“That’s why you love me,” Jamie replied.

“I do love you.”

“Oh hell! Will you two fuck off!” Rylan
shouted from the bed beside me, startling me. Thankfully, I could
hear our brothers finally walk down the hall, leaving me alone with
a naked Rylan in my bed.

Oh god.

****

-
Rylan
-

I watched as Scott covered his face with his
hands. “Fuck, I can’t believe that just happened,” he hissed.

After last night, I’d hoped to bask in the
sight of Scott Lush’s rough, stubbled jaw, his mussed hair, and his
sexy, sleepy eyes first thing in the morning. Now it looked like
I’d missed my chance, especially after our brothers’ surprise
visit.

“You think they’re gonna judge you?” I asked,
wanting to understand what was going on in his crazy hetero head.
God, I prayed he wouldn’t think last night was a mistake. If it
was, it was a mistake I’d gladly make again every night for the
rest of my fucking life.

“No,” he grumbled and then added, “At least
I’m not still wearing the stockings.”

“They wouldn’t care. You’ve seen their kinky
stockpile of shit,” I offered.

“That doesn’t make it any better,” he
grunted, throwing his legs over the side of the bed angrily.

“What are you saying?”

“It’s so embarrassing.”

I wasn’t expecting those words, and his
admission hit me hard. “Being with me is embarrassing?”

“Um, duh,” he bit back sarcastically. He’d
wrapped the sheet around the lower half of his body and stood,
rummaging around in his drawers for something to wear.

I’ll admit, the morning after was a lot
easier for me than it was for Scott. It wasn’t the first time I’d
woken up with a naked man in my bed. However, I’d never woken up
beside the man I was in love with before, so I was just as
vulnerable and emotional. Scott’s reaction wounded me.