Lush in Lace (9 page)

Today, the weather was so warm even the
neighbors were out preparing their gardens for summer. It’d be a
few more hours before the sun would dip below the horizon. I found
it thrilling to wave at passersby through the window, knowing even
in the light of day they had no idea what I wore from the waist
down.

How shocked would the neighbors be if they
had a full view of my newly purchased teeny, pink lace bottoms and
matching pink hose with garters? Mrs. Mulholland would probably run
straight to church and pray for my soul as she often admitted doing
for Jamie and BJ.

It didn’t matter. I wasn’t wearing the
lingerie for anyone but myself. No, that was a lie. I was secretly
wearing the silk and lace for Rylan. At least in my fantasies I was
wearing them for him. In reality, I’d never admit that his little
wager had exposed a whole new side of me I never knew existed.

Shit. I could feel my cock twitch beneath my
panties at the thought of Rylan seeing me like this.

I shook my head, trying to rid the images of
Rylan from my mind as I waited for the next song to queue up, so I
could resume my dance moves. After a few seconds of silence, I knew
something was amiss. Goosebumps appeared over every inch of my
body, and the hair at my neck stood on end. As if in slow motion, I
shut the water off and slowly turned around to find none other than
Rylan Madden standing in the kitchen doorway—the cord from the
radio in one hand, a large bag in the other. The look in his eyes
was unmistakable. It was lust—pure, scorching, unfiltered lust.

For a brief instant I wasn’t sure I was
really seeing him. It was like my imagination had conjured him up
as an apparition. We stood frozen in time, silently staring at each
other.

A million thoughts raced through my
brain—What was he doing here? What was he thinking? How come I
didn’t hear him come in? Why wasn’t he saying anything? And most
importantly, did he think I looked sexy?

They were all valid questions that I could
have asked aloud. Instead, I simply stood there, leaning my weight
on the counter, hoping my legs didn’t give out. I watched as Rylan
gingerly dropped the items onto the floor, never taking his eyes
off me. His hands flexed open and closed at his sides, and his
expression slowly morphed from lust-filled surprise to stone-cold
hostility.

Breathe, Scott. Just breathe
. Breathe.
I repeated the mantra in my head while Rylan angrily stalked toward
me.

“Don’t you look sweet, Lush,” he hissed
harshly, his eyes raking over my skimpy outfit from head to
nylon-covered toe.

I wasn’t sure why he was angry, but I kept
quiet, still in a state of shock at his unexpected appearance.

“Makes me wonder how long you’ve been hiding
this from me?” he added, waving his hand up and down my body.

“Hiding?”

His eyes narrowed into slits. “How long have
you been gay, Lush?” he accused. “Since high school? Is that why
you’re always such a dick? Too cramped and uncomfortable keeping
that big body securely tucked away in the closet?” he concluded
angrily.

“You think…? I’m not… Oh god,” I hissed,
realizing how this scene must have looked through Rylan’s eyes. I
was mortified. I didn’t know how to respond. All I knew was I
certainly couldn’t stand here in pink lace and have this
conversation. I turned, intending to walk away, when Rylan planted
his firm palm flat on my chest, keeping me in place.

“Don’t even think about it, Lush,” he
demanded, blocking my exit with his body.

Shit!

He was furious.

“How many men have there been?” he bit out
angrily.

I shook my head.

“How many men have you fucked?”

“None. Never. Not one,” I admitted
shakily.

His look of disbelief was clear. “Don’t
bullshit me, Lush. First the butt plug and now the lingerie. If
your dick’s not the one doing the fucking, then it’s obvious you’ve
been prepping your ass for some guy. Who is it?” he demanded.

It was the moment of truth. I could have said
anything, made up a half-assed excuse or even pushed him away, but
I was tired of lying to him and myself.

“You,” I whispered, so softly that at first I
didn’t think he heard me.

He did.

Rylan stepped back, so he could look me in
the eyes. His gaze bore into mine for what seemed like forever, but
this time I refused to look away.

“After that night on the terrace, I… it felt
good, but I was confused,” I offered, wringing my hands nervously.
“Then you asked for your stuff back. I wanted something of my own.
These are for me. There’s no one else. I don’t want anyone else.
You don’t even like me, but—” I stopped rambling, figuring Rylan
probably couldn’t make heads or tails of my disjointed
explanation.

He looked me up and down again, his gaze
honing in on my lace-covered groin. “My cock seems to like you just
fine, Lush. It always has, especially dressed like that,” Rylan
replied, sounding slightly less angry. “Do you really expect me to
believe you?”

I could feel my own anger rise. I’d bared my
soul to him, and he didn’t believe me. Well, I had my pride. I
wasn’t about to offer anything more.

“I don’t care what you believe, Squeaker,” I
lied, once again trying to move past him. However his hand on my
chest remained firm.

“Are you saying you want to experiment? Is
that it?”

“No, that’s not it,” I replied honestly.

I’d never seen Rylan as an experiment. My
feelings for him had run too deep for too long. I wasn’t sure how I
would react to a real sexual relationship with him, but I wanted to
try.

“I’ve never been with a man before,” I
offered, knowing my reply didn’t answer his question. However, I
couldn’t think of a better response to express my desire or my
insecurity.

Rylan surveyed me intently again, cautiously
gauging the truthfulness of my words. “But you want to be with me?”
he prompted.

I bit my lip and nodded.

For the first time since he entered the room,
I felt Rylan relax. He still looked hesitant, not completely
convinced of my claims, but his brows were no longer furrowed, and
his scowl had vanished.

“Did you know I was coming over to drop off
some wedding presents today?” he asked.

“No.”

“So you put the pretty pink lace on
because…?” He let his question drift off.

I thought Rylan deserved an answer.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have one to give, at least not one I was
ready to share. I shrugged my shoulders instead, my cheeks flushing
with embarrassment.

Somehow, my reaction seemed to be exactly
what he was waiting for. Rylan’s lips curved up into a sly smile.
He stepped in closer to my body. With his index finger, he drew a
trail along the sculpted muscles of my stomach and chest. It was a
featherlight touch, but it caused the blood in my veins to light
with desire, heating my body from the inside out.

“Do you know how many times I dreamed of
seeing you like this?” Rylan whispered in awe.

I shook my head. I couldn’t form a coherent
thought when he touched me.

His hand continued to trace each dip and
contour of my abdomen, lower and lower. “Hundreds. No, thousands,”
he corrected, answering his own question.

His eyes locked onto mine and held them as he
slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of me. My eyes
fluttered closed in anticipation of what was about to come next. I
had to block out the sight of Rylan at my feet, fearing I’d come in
my lace panties before he even got started.

It was only when I heard him inhale
dramatically that I looked down to find his nose almost touching my
cock through the thin material. Rylan was sniffing me. I watched
his eyes darken with desire and his tongue glide over his full
lips, as if eager to taste all that I was offering.

Oh god!

His hands trembled as they explored the
delicate silk covering my ankles. He caressed my shins, slid his
fingers up and over my knees 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. 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.