Lane

by Shaw Montgomery

  One finger paused the teasing caress and started a gentle tapping motion that had my mind filling with fantasies about how good it would feel when he was actually inside me. “Please.”

  Another low chuckle made Wilder’s chest move up and down, unexpectedly pressing me tighter against his finger. The tip barely breached my entrance, but it was enough to make me moan and clench down on him, trying to get more.

  A shiver raced through Wilder, and his hips thrust his cock up against mine. It shouldn’t have sent me closer to the edge, but it was like little sparks shooting through me. “Yes…Wilder…please…”

  “Not yet. I’m going to stretch you out and get you ready for me first.” He was confident and sure of himself as he gently fucked me with just the tip of his finger. “This is all you get until you’re slick and I can watch my fingers thrust deep inside you.”

  I was going to come with just the barest touch and the dirty words that came so easily to him.

  When his finger slid out of me, I moaned in frustration and actually managed to open my eyes. Wilder was smiling at my reaction when I straightened up enough to see his face. Before I could say anything, he wrapped his arms around me and started moving us off the couch.

  “I should take you upstairs, but that’s too far away.” In seconds, he had me stretched out on the floor. He was kneeling between my splayed legs, watching me intently, and brushing his fingers lightly over my thighs. The smooth texture seemed to intrigue him and I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he’d never met a guy who shaved or if it was just a tactile thing that he didn’t even notice. Either way, I loved how it felt and the way he couldn't keep his hands off me.

  “You’re beautiful, Lane.” He moved his hands from my legs and stretched out over me. The floor might not have been the most comfortable place to make love, but the way he pressed against me made me feel trapped and sent waves of needy submission rolling through me.

  Wilder’s cock rubbed against my balls as he spoke, making me fight to listen. He was trying to drive me nuts. “I imagined how you would look in lingerie when you first told me what you did. Then when I saw you on the website, I was struck by how incredible you looked. But nothing compares to having you here with me.”

  I’d fantasized about how it would feel to be held in his arms and to run my hands over his body, but as I stared up at him, I still couldn’t believe it was happening. Wilder was looking at me like I was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. Emotion I wasn’t ready to name was clear in his eyes, and I knew he wasn’t just giving me a line of bullshit. He’d never been anything but honest with me, and I wasn’t going to start doubting him.

  Inside and out, he was the beautiful one. Every sexy inch of him and every word made me see how special he was. I’d been drawn to him since the first time I saw him, but everything that had happened since that moment just made me see how lucky I’d been.

  How many sexy, tattooed bad boys read kids’ books and wanted something serious with a shy guy in panties?

  “No, nothing compares to having you here with me. Watching you, I never imagined how sweet and perfect you would turn out to be. I thought I was wasting time obsessing over a guy who would end up hating me if he knew who I was. You not only understand, but—”

  Wilder broke in and gave me a heated kiss. “But I find you beautiful and captivating, and I can’t get enough of you.”

  I smiled and stretched up to give him a quick kiss. “If anyone here is captivating, it’s you.”

  With his muscles bulging as he balanced his weight on his forearms, I couldn’t resist running my hands up his sides and around his back. Heat radiated from him, making me feel like he was soaking into me. It made me want to rub up against him. I’d been holding back so long, I didn’t want to wait any longer to touch him.

  Tattoos wrapped up his arms. Every time his shirt moved, I could see more peeking out from under the fabric. Caressing over his clothing wasn’t enough. “Take off your shirt. I want to touch you.”

  I would have gladly begged if that had been what he’d wanted. But Wilder’s only focus seemed to be making me happy because he grinned and nodded. “Anything my sexy stalker wants.”

  I had a feeling we’d end up with me begging in the end, though. “Your sexy stalker wants to touch you.”

  Wilder’s smile turned wicked as he sat up, muscles stretching in ways that made my fingers itch to feel them. But just imagining I didn’t have permission yet had my cock straining against my panties. Stripping off the shirt slowly, Wilder made it clear he was having fun drawing it out. I might get what I wanted, but he’d give it to me at his pace.

  Just the thought of what else that could mean had my dick jerking.

  Inch by inch, the shirt slowly lifted, baring his broad, sculpted body. Colors and patterns swirled across Wilder’s chest. The patterns looked like random designs, but as he stretched out over me again, I thought I saw glimpses of familiar shapes on his chest.

  “Beautiful.” My hands came up to caress his body as he balanced on his hands over me.

  His skin under the tattoos was smooth, but where silky skin made me feel feminine and sexy, on Wilder, it highlighted his muscles and masculinity. Tracing my fingers over the tattoos that whirled around his chest, I skimmed over one nipple. Wilder let out a moan that was even more distracting than the artwork covering him.

  Smiling, I moved my other hand higher up his chest and started teasing his nipples. Circling his buds with my thumbs, I flicked them both before going back to the slow exploration of his body. “You’re even more incredible than I imagined.”

  Wilder gave another low moan as the pads of my fingers ghosted over his sensitive nubs again. I loved the way his body tightened, and they puckered up like they were begging for more. Wilder’s voice was filled with desire and sent another shiver through me. “Are you going be the only one who gets to tease and caress tonight? I think I promised I was going to explore every inch of you.”

  I wasn’t sure what I wanted more…to touch or to be the one writhing under him while he drove me crazy.

  “Both.” I wasn’t going to choose if I didn’t have to.

  “So we’re going to take turns?” His wicked smile turned almost wolfish. “I like that idea, my beautiful stalker.”

  I felt his hard cock press between my legs as he lowered himself over me. The weight of his body settled over me, giving me that perfectly trapped feeling. “It’s my turn, then.”

  My hands were pinned between us, but it didn’t matter. Wilder had clearly taken control. I was expecting another panties-drenching kiss, but Wilder went for my neck again instead. Licking and nibbling his way down, he whispered low words against my skin.

  “Beautiful.”

  “Strong.”

  “Loving.”

  Each word was mixed with the flick of his tongue and the scrape of his teeth. I would never hear the word feminine again without feeling the rush of pleasure as his teeth nibbled at the juncture where my neck met my shoulder.

  As he reached my chest, the words faded as his mouth found other ways of making me feel loved. His fingers eased one thin strap of the nightgown down as he started swirling his tongue over my nipple. Nibbling and licking, he moved his hand to pinch and roll my other one in his fingers.

  When he gave it a firm tug that sent a lightning bolt of pleasure right to my cock, I gasped out. Wilder just lifted his head, grinning wickedly. “I don’t want that one to feel lonely.”

  There was no chance of that. The dueling pleasure was making it hard to think; all I could do was squirm and fight the urge to grind my cock against his body. Wilder chuckled and went back to teasing at my nipples, but before long, he shifted slightly and his hand started skimming over the nightgown, working its way lower.

  When he finally reached the end of the nightgown and started slowly inching under it toward my dick, I almost couldn’t breathe. The anticipation was too much. As his fingers finally closed the last distance, I felt him palmi
ng my cock through the lacy fabric. Then he bit down on my nipple, making me cry out.

  A low chuckle rolled through his chest as he thoroughly explored my cock. When he finally pushed the panties down to bare my erection, I was leaking precum and whimpering under him, desperate for more.

  Instead of continuing the teasing touch like I’d been prepared for, Wilder wrapped his hand around my cock and gave it a long, firm stroke that had me arching up and frantically grasping at the last threads of my self-control. I was right on the edge of coming and Wilder loved it.

  “So perfect. That beautiful hard cock and those pretty panties. Look at you. I could sketch you just like this. Right on the edge and frantic but trying to be so good for me. You’re going to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever drawn. I just know it.” His hand kept playing with my erection, forcing me right to the brink, but the tender words and the dirty images he invoked made it even harder to hold my desire back.

  “Please!” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for, but I knew what I wanted—for him to take me completely.

  Wilder must have realized how close I was, or maybe he was just as needy, because his touch changed from teasing to purposeful. He held my cock tight and used his thumb to caress over the head. It kept me crazy, but it also reinforced his control over me. Just that one hand could keep me shaking and hard, and ready to beg again.

  Wilder’s grin was almost a dirty leer as I squirmed and writhed against him. “Please what?”

  He was having entirely too much fun torturing me.

  I didn’t stop to think. I didn’t question what I wanted. I couldn’t move my arms much, but I squeezed my hands on his chest and thrust up into his hand. “Make love to me, Wilder. I want you to strip off my panties and slide into me and fuck me until I can’t move.”

  Yep. No guessing here.

  “Whatever my stalker wants.” Wilder released my cock, which wasn’t what I wanted at all. But relief flooded through me when he leaned over and reached for the side table drawer. When he brought out a condom and lube, I smiled.

  “You were feeling lucky tonight.” Not that I was upset about that. I hadn’t made any effort to hide how I felt about him.

  Wilder’s wicked smile grew. “I have lube and condoms in every possible place that I could make love to you.”

  I loved a planner.

  Tossing the condom and lube on the floor beside me, Wilder focused back on me and his eyes took in every curve and line of my body. His hands finally started following his gaze and reached out to strip off my panties.

  As he slowly eased them down my legs, I loved the tender expression on his face. It was almost fascination, but I’d seen the expression on too many artist types to mind. No, it made me feel precious and important. I mattered to him and I knew every moment was being carved into his memory.

  The teasing seemed to have come to an end, thankfully. When he had his fingers slicked, he moved back between my legs and eased them wider. With the nightgown on, but naked from the waist down, I felt wicked and naughty. Teasing or even touch wasn’t necessary to keep me turned on and hard when he had me laid out for him with that look on his face.

  When his fingers started circling around my hole, a shiver raced through me, and I had to fight the desire to hold my breath. As one slid in, I was afraid he’d decided to torture me again. It was slow and careful. But when my body just opened to his touch, and I thrust my hips up silently begging for more, the temptation to make me crazy seemed to pass for Wilder. One finger quickly became two and soon I was writhing beneath him, three fingers stretching me wide.

  My mumbling for him to hurry as I moaned and whined might have had something to do with it too.

  He chuckled as his fingers pulled out, but all I felt was relief. Wilder wasn’t trying to look cool or distant, he was just as ready as I was and clearly pleased with how nuts he’d made me. He quickly stripped off his clothes like they were just in the way of what he really wanted.

  Me.

  I didn’t have time to admire him or even decide if I was going to distract him so I could learn how he wanted to be touched. Before my brain could even process the fact that he was naked and hard, he was reaching for the condom. Easing it down over his sculpted, thick cock, he quickly stretched out over me.

  When his hands lifted my legs and pushed my ass up higher for him, I moaned and reached out. I wrapped my arms around him tightly as he brought his dick to my opening and started easing into me. “God…yes…more…”

  My brain was gone, but Wilder loved it. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? My sexy stalker. God, baby, you feel…”

  His words trailed off as he bottomed out deep inside me. Every muscle in him clenched, and I could feel the tension rolling off him as he paused for a long moment before he started pulling out. Sparks shot through me as the pronounced head of his dick brushed against my prostate. As broad and built as Wilder was, his erection was proportionate to his body and felt incredible.

  Thinking became too hard as he started fucking me, gradually going faster and harder. Fireworks exploded with every thrust as he found just the right angle to make me babble stupid shit as my cock jerked and I promised him the moon as long as I got to come.

  As I clamped down around him, determined to get my orgasm one way or another, he barked out a laugh and his rhythm finally started to falter. “That’s cheating.”

  “I’m…a…stalker…can’t…complain…” Fuck. That sounded better in my head.

  Wilder seemed to take my ability to make even a half-hearted sentence as a challenge because his speed increased and brushing past my prostate turned into nailing it with each thrust. “Fuck!”

  That evidently pleased him because his wicked grin widened, and he finally reached down and wrapped his hand around my dick. “Show me how much you want it, baby. Show me how much you want to come.”

  All that made it through my brain was “come”—so I did.

  Chapter 13

  Wilder

  I was going to draw him if I had to tie him down to do it.

  Working from memory just wasn’t the same. Sketch after sketch was strewn across the table, but they weren’t right. The closest I’d gotten was the one where he was stretched out on the floor in something that looked very close to the nightie he’d worn last week.

  I’d captured the spark in his eyes and the need that had been radiating from him—but something was missing. When I tried to translate the image in my head of him leaning against the window, it wasn’t even close to the perfection in my mind.

  “That’s it. No distractions this weekend until he’s posed for me.” No orgasms. No sexy fashion shows until I’d had him leaning against that window in something feminine and slinky. “Maybe something like the body suit he put up on the site the other day.”

  In the time since we’d started dating, I’d been able to see that Lane was growing to trust me and open up to me more. But I still hadn’t met anyone from work other than Eli and I hadn’t seen a photo shoot. That was probably my fault for not pressing the issue, but I wasn’t sure if he was ready yet.

  And considering the fact that I hadn’t brought him to work, I probably couldn’t complain.

  It hadn’t been a deliberate decision. With the odd hours we worked and his long days between his two jobs, we were both very busy. With someone else, I might have been worried, but I knew with Lane there wasn’t any hint or meaning behind it. I knew he was worried about completely opening up that part of his life to me, but I also knew our relationship was important to him.

  Just the way he curled into me and clung to me after the first time we’d made love had shown me that. I was still a little bit frustrated with myself that we hadn’t made it upstairs the first time, but Lane seemed to find it endearing. We’d made it upstairs eventually, though, and he’d had the chance to explore me, which had made him happy.

  He’d spent what had felt like hours tracing every tattoo with his fingers and tongue, assuring me that was
the only way he could learn about every tattoo.. I had my revenge on him the next morning, however.

  Before he’d left to go back to his house, I’d made sure he would remember me long after he’d left. Edging him was so much fun. He’d begged and pleaded as I’d brought him close to his orgasm over and over before pulling him back again. By the time I’d let him come, he’d been frantic and beautiful.

  “I just need to capture that same look as he’s leaning against the window.” Pushing back from the table, I rose and stretched.

  Glancing at the clock on the stove, I couldn’t decide if the urge to sketch him some more was stronger or if I should just give in to the pull of my bed. I gave the papers on the table one last look, then forced myself to move away. Having him in front of me would be the only way to get it right and the only way I would be satisfied.

  Moving around the kitchen, I cleaned up the last few things that were out of place. My phone rang just as I was getting ready to head upstairs. It was late enough that I knew it wouldn’t be Lane, but part of me hoped it would be. When I saw it was Gray, I had to smile.

  “This is late even for you.” Gray had been surprisingly quiet the last couple of days, so I’d been expecting a call.

  “I figured if I waited late enough I might be able to catch you tired and chatty.” Gray chuckled, clearly finding himself amusing. “Besides, I was giving you a chance to figure things out before I started pestering you for more details.”

  I barked out a laugh. “Did you reach the end of your patience or did you just figure that I’d had enough time to think?”

  “Both.” Gray’s amusement and confidence made it hard to take offense.

  Not wanting to give up the details too easily, I shrugged and kept my answer casual. “I think everything’s going fine.”

  Gray groaned. “Only fine? I thought things were going better than that.”

  I snorted but still fell for the trap. “There’s nothing wrong with that word. But all right, it’s been wonderful. Better?”

  “Much. So no second-guessing about getting serious with a guy or anything? I know lots of guys in this position wouldn’t be as comfortable as you are.”