Lane

by Shaw Montgomery

  Yeah, we were really going to need to have a few more discussions. But as his head nodded enthusiastically, and he pressed upward just enough to let me know it was what he really wanted, the thoughts of a discussion faded away. No, at that moment, the only thing I wanted was to figure out what else made him crazy and push him to the edge.

  As my thumbs gradually tightened the circles I was making on his chest until they were almost skimming over his nipples, I decided to see what else he might enjoy. “You want to be good for me, don’t you? You don’t want to be naughty. No, I think you like being very good for me.”

  It wasn’t exactly dirty talk, but he let out a moan and nodded. It was all the encouragement I needed. Letting the pads of my thumb caress over the stiff peaks I could feel through his shirt, I let my voice deepen. “I like the idea of you being very good for me. You’re a bit reserved and careful in public, but I think when you let that all go you’re a sexy little thing that wants a firm hand. Aren’t you?”

  Yes, he didn’t really want attention in public, or at least that’s what he said, but in private, it would be something completely different. He just needed the chance to see that it wouldn’t scare me off. No, if anything, the stuff I’d seen on the website had only made me more curious about him. Anything else he wanted in the bedroom would be fine with me.

  Lane made needy little sounds and nodded slowly. Was he unsure about sharing that side of himself with me or was he concerned about what I would think?

  “I can’t wait to see how you’ll look when I have you so turned on you can’t think. I’m going to take my time exploring everything that makes you crazy.”

  “Now?” The desire and caution in his voice seemed to be tangled up together.

  “A little bit tonight. But I can’t wait until you come over to my place.” I tried to let him hear how much I wanted him.

  As turned on as I was, and as much as I wanted him, this wasn’t casual or just an excuse to get off. He was so much more than that. As sure as I was that I was making the right decision, there were so many things running through me it was hard to pin them down.

  Lane moaned, and I could hear more frustration in his voice. “How little tonight?”

  I couldn’t resist smiling as I pinched his nipples through his shirt. He squirmed, and a whimper came out, but his hips thrusting up made it clear he liked the quick flash of pain.

  “Please, yes.” I wanted to hear more begging from him, but the first careful pleas were so earnest and open, I had to reward him. I moved my hands away from his chest, and listened as he whimpered in protest. But when my hands started sliding up under his shirt, the sounds of protest turned to anticipation.

  His skin was so smooth I wanted to just lie there caressing him. The pictures online had made it clear he waxed or something, but the reality of feeling it was incredible. The flat planes and sharp angles of a man’s body but with the soft, touchable skin that I’d never associated with a guy were addicting.

  “I like hearing you beg.” My fingers went back to circling around the nubs on his chest, and he seemed to be fighting the urge to thrust up against me again. “Very good, you know you need to wait, don’t you?”

  Lane’s head moved up and down, and another whimper escaped. “Please touch me, please.”

  The pleading words went right to my cock. Rewarding him, I finally flicked my fingers over his stiff peaks, and I felt a shiver run through him. “Very good; I think you need a reward.”

  Before the words were even out, I pinched his nipples again, this time just a little harder. He moaned, and his hips thrust up again. Relaxing my touch, I went back to the slower teasing caresses. “So responsive. I love watching you react.”

  Letting the slow circles get closer and closer to his nubs, I finally asked the question that had been on my mind for a while. “You like a little bit of pain when I play with your nipples, but what about other parts of your body? What else do you like, my little stalker?”

  He was such a curious mix that it didn’t surprise me when he blushed, and needed a minute before he continued. “Yes…everywhere…”

  It wasn’t enough information, but it was enough to earn him another reward. Pinching his nipples again, I made a low, pleased sound. “Very good, tell me what else, though. Tell me what you like.”

  Maybe it was because he’d finally gotten his thoughts together, or maybe it was just because I’d made it an order, not a question, but the words came out easier. “I like pain mixed with the pleasure. Not a lot, but this, and spanking, things like that.”

  He did such a good job, I stopped teasing him and focused all the pleasure on his nipples. He squirmed and whimpered, the movie clearly forgotten as the pleasure seemed to build. The little movements of his body had him grinding his ass against me. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been harder, even though I was still clothed and technically so was he.

  Lane’s cock was clearly outlined through his pants. He couldn’t hide how turned on he was even if he’d wanted to. His hips kept making jerky movements, which he tried to control, but it was almost impossible. “Please, more, please let me come.”

  Lane was begging for more, but I didn’t want to automatically assume it was what he really meant. I let one hand start moving down toward his pants, slowly caressing over his chest and abs, and relief seemed to flood through him.

  “Yes, please, that’s what I want. Thank you.” Once he seemed to understand that I liked hearing the needy words, his hesitation fell away, and the pleading seemed to come more naturally.

  Focusing on him gave me a single-minded purpose that felt right. It was like something we’d be doing forever, not just a fleeting pleasure. When I reached the waistband of his jeans, I let my fingers tease along the edges. He squirmed and made sexy little noises. I could see that his eyes were clenched tight and the white grip that he had on my legs grew firmer, like he was barely restraining himself.

  “That’s what you want, isn’t it? Give me the words I want to hear, my sweet stalker.” Yes, I wanted his consent, but I also wanted to hear him say it.

  “Please touch me. Take them off, please. Wilder, I need to come.” The sweet pleading words were some of the sexiest I’d ever heard.

  Opening the button on his jeans, I carefully eased the zipper down. As my hand slid into his briefs, I moved my other hand up to his face. As I turned his head, his eyes opened up and my hand started inching closer to his cock. I took his mouth in a deep kiss as I finally let my fingers brush up against his erection.

  Lane gave himself up to me completely. He held nothing back. Whimpers and beautiful sounds flowed into my mouth, and his fingers dug into my leg. Stroking his tongue with mine, and his cock with my fingers, I kept trying to send his pleasure even higher. I wanted to give him everything, every bit of pleasure, every bit of passion, until he was right on the edge.

  Moving my hand back to use his nipples, I loved the way he squirmed and didn’t try to hide his need. But he didn’t force me to go any faster. Letting me decide how quick or how slow we went was probably a conscious decision on his part, but he also seemed to love it.

  Nothing said he wanted to take control.

  Nothing said he was frustrated with my desire to set the pace.

  No, everything from his kiss to his sweet sounds to the jerky movements that escaped as he was trying to be still said that he was loving every moment. Pinching one nipple again, I wrapped my fingers around his erection and started jerking him off.

  I pulled back just enough from his mouth to hear his beautiful moan as the pain and pleasure mingled. Kissing seemed to take more focus than he had, because he sagged back down against me and just let the pleasure roll through him. The gentle kisses I pressed to his mouth and face were probably at odds with the rough touch to his nipple and the firm grip I had on his cock, but it all just pushed him closer to the edge.

  When his eyes focused back on me, they were hazy with need and I could see how much he wanted to orgasm. “Plea
se, Wilder, let me come.”

  Oh, my sweet stalker.

  I moved my thumb to caress around the sensitive head of his dick and pinched down on his nipple as I took his mouth. He either took that as consent or just couldn’t hold back any longer, because he cried out against my mouth, and I felt his erection jerk. His orgasm rolled through him and cum spurted out onto my hands and up his abs.

  Kisses and caresses and more little flicks of pain to his nipples had his orgasm pulsing through him. When he finally sagged against me, completely spent, he peeked up at me and smiled. “That was amazing.”

  I bent my head and gave him a tender kiss. Moving my fingers away from his nipples, I wrapped my arm around him and cradled him to my chest. I couldn’t have agreed more. He’d gone from my cute little stalker to something more precious in just days, but there was no denying the fact that nothing had ever felt more right.

  Chapter 10

  Lane

  “What are you going to wear for your man?” Eli flopped down on my bed like he owned the place.

  Shaking my head, I shrugged. “He mentioned a few things that he wanted me to show him later, but I don’t know.” I pointed to the clothes on the bed. “I’m going to bring those and a few other pieces to his house, but I’m not sure what to wear when I go over there.”

  I kept digging through my drawers, mentally debating the different options. “With the other stuff, if he changes his mind, I can just leave it in the bag and it doesn’t matter. But if things get heated again…well, that’s where I’m stuck.”

  “It has to be something other than those boring ones. I can’t believe you wore those when he came over.” Eli sighed and looked at me like I was an errant child that had missed the lessons they’d been taught.

  “I wasn’t sure what would happen when he came over.” I didn’t know why I was making excuses to Eli; Wilder hadn’t minded what I’d been wearing.

  “If he seemed nervous, then I would understand. But everything you said and even the conversations you guys have had at the coffee shop says that he’s curious and at least somewhat confident. Just show him.” Eli was clearly more of a gambler than I was because he honestly didn’t understand why I was dragging my feet.

  But I hated to admit that he might be right.

  “But what if he’s—”

  Eli interrupted, shaking his head. “No, he’s asked questions, and he’s opened up to you. You’re not the first guy that he’s played doctor with, just the first one he wants to keep.”

  He let that sink in a moment as he sat up. “You have to trust that he’ll tell you if something is too much. He’s made it clear he’s curious about the lingerie and who you really are when you’re not playing Mr. Conservative in public.”

  When all I could do was stand there, not wanting to admit he was right, Eli continued. “If you’re not willing to show him, then you need to walk away. If this wasn’t something serious for him, he would have probably already started letting things fade between you guys. But just that smile when he saw you at the coffee shop yesterday said that this isn’t casual for him.”

  “It’s not casual for me either. It’s not like I’m just trying to hook up with the straight guy or bi or slightly curious guy, whatever he is. I like him.” Probably more than I should.

  Eli rolled his eyes and leaned back down on the bed. “Then show him that. If all you’re willing to show him is that facade, then he’s going to end up being frustrated, because he’s being honest with you.”

  I hated it when Eli boiled things down like that. He was such a drama queen and could be such an asshole. But most of the time, when he started lecturing people about something, he was right. It just made me want to throw something at him.

  “Okay then, smarty-pants, what do you think I should wear?” It was a stupid question, but in my defense, he’d been driving me crazy for days.

  Served me right for telling him, though.

  Eli snorted and stretched out against my pillows like a drama queen on his throne. “Well, for starters, anything but those hideous briefs.”

  I just rolled my eyes but put back the simple boy shorts I’d started to take out of the drawer. “They weren’t hideous.”

  “Hideous enough. You’re going to wear something sexy and fabulous so when you strip down, you look incredible.” Then Eli’s whole body tightened, and he grinned. “Because he wants to sketch you, and that has to be hotter than Roman taking pictures. It’s like Titanic all over again, but this time there’s no sinking boat or asshole fiancés in the background.”

  Laughing, I shook my head. “So what? I’m just supposed to throw myself on his couch and say ‘Wilder, sketch me like one of your French girls’?”

  Eli nodded excitedly. “God, wouldn’t that be hot?”

  “You’re insane.” It was going to be sexy, though.

  “I’m fabulous, and you know it.” Eli’s grin turned slightly wicked. “How about a skirt and those red panties from the shoot a few weeks ago? That would look awesome as a striptease.”

  When had it become a striptease?

  “Eli, I’m not pole dancing for the guy.” I wasn’t sure I had the balls for that and I also wasn’t sure about the coordination factor as well. “I’m going to show him some lingerie, and hopefully will have sex if things go right.”

  “That’s just semantics, dear. Okay, no skirt. Let me think.” Eli sat up, glancing between my closet and the dresser. “Are you sure you don’t want to wear any of your pretty clothes?”

  Eli sounded truly disappointed, like I’d told him he couldn’t have a puppy or something. I just gave him a stern look. “That doesn’t work on me, stop pouting. And no, I’m not wearing anything like what you’re imagining clear across town.”

  Although, part of me wanted to—there was no denying that.

  Most of the time, when I thought about wearing a skirt or dress, or even just heels in public, it was like a tornado settled in my stomach. There was just no way. But something about the way Wilder looked at me made me curious. “How about the heels with those black skinny jeans? Wilder said he thought something like that would be sexy.”

  I’d only worn the shoes out a handful of times. I loved the way they made me feel. Eli had badgered me into wearing them when we’d gone out to a club a few times and when I dressed up for Halloween.

  I’d never worn them on a date.

  Eli brightened, like a kid who’d been promised an ice cream cone. “Yes, that would look good. And what about that white top? The one that’s clingy and almost see-through.”

  That was one of the shirts I’d only worn around the house. It wasn’t so feminine people would stare, but it didn’t look like anything that could be purchased in the men’s department. But it was soft and silky, and I loved the way it looked on me. It would also look good with the pants. “I don’t know.”

  Eli gave me his puppy dog expression, trying to look innocent. “You’re just going from here to the car and then from your car to his place. Unless you end up in a car accident and they’re taking off your clothes, no one will notice. And at that point, they won’t care.”

  Rolling my eyes, I threw a pair of panties I’d randomly grabbed at him, wishing it was something heavier. “If I so much as get a flat tire or speeding ticket tonight, you are a dead man.”

  Eli laughed and grabbed the panties that had actually made it to the bed before flopping back against the pillows again. “It’s going to be fine. You worry too much.” He held up the little black panties and grinned. “These would be perfect.”

  “I worry just the right amount, thank you very much. You just don’t worry enough. And there is no way I’m wearing those.” There just wasn’t much to them.

  I looked back down at the clothes in the drawer and tried to figure out what to wear. But I couldn’t get Eli’s striptease images out of my head. Doing something like that wasn’t me, and wasn’t something I could make look natural, but the heels and the shirt would make the perfect backdrop fo
r the right panties.

  Trying to picture what Wilder would like, because that was really what it was about, I pulled out a pair of black, sheer, lacy panties that were sexy but not as tiny as the ones Eli was twirling around on one finger.

  They looked a lot like the ones Wilder had already said sounded intriguing.

  They wrapped around my hips and left most of my ass bare, meeting in the middle for a nearly G-string back that went down between my cheeks. There was just enough fabric in the front to tuck my cock to one side.

  They wouldn’t work for hiding I was a guy—no, they were for drawing attention to that.

  As I let my fingers wander over the fabric, Eli sat up and looked at what I was playing with. “Oh, those are good too.”

  “Do you think?” Part of me wanted to go back to something plainer, but then I remembered the look on Wilder’s face.

  Eli was right, Wilder had spelled out very clearly that he wanted to see the things I liked. He’d done as much as he could on his own. He’d gone to the website to see what I’d worn and had clearly been thinking about it.

  But the next part was up to me.

  “Absolutely. You’re going to knock his socks off. Hopefully, something sexier than that other pair.” Eli’s face scrunched up like I was a new animal he couldn’t classify…like he’d met bigfoot or something. “I can’t believe you let him get away without trying to seduce him. Even a blow job or something to get him naked.”

  “Eli!” God, when was I going to learn not to share? “He was controlling things and seemed content with the way it went. It’s not like I was playing hard to get at that point. If he’d wanted to take things further he would’ve said something.”

  Right?

  His desire had been evident, I’d felt it pressing into my back as we’d cuddled and as he’d touched me. I wanted to push things further than he’d taken them, though. He’d made it clear that he’d fooled around a little, but it had never been anything serious, and it didn’t sound like he’d gone very far.