Lace-Covered Compromise

by Silvia Violet

  He dipped his tongue into my slit, and I gripped the counter harder. No way in hell could I stay still and quiet for much longer.

  After a minute, he finally took me into his mouth and I drew in my breath at the sight of those shimmery pink lips wrapped around my cock. If it weren’t for my hands on the counter, my legs would have given way as he sucked.

  He took me deeper and deeper still. Holy fucking God, Nate Thomas was deep-throating me. If I’m dreaming, I sure as fuck better not wake up.

  He looked up at me and somehow managed to smirk with my dick down his throat. Talented asshole.

  I scowled at him. “Get on with it.”

  He pulled off and I held back a whimper. “Keep up complaining and I’ll stop completely.”

  “Please, don’t.”

  His eyes went wide. That word “please” coming out of my mouth shocked him as much as it did me.

  “You said forget how we really feel, right?” I asked, heat filling my face. Because the real-world Adam Kingston didn’t beg, not even for what might be the best blowjob he’d ever had.

  “Adam?”

  “Yes?”

  “Shut up and enjoy this.”

  I wasn’t good at turning my mind off; I never had been. I analyzed, observed, and commented nonstop— Fuck! He swallowed me again, and the tip of my cock slid against the back of his throat. Dear Lord, could anything feel better?

  Him bending you over the end of the bed, pounding into you, working you until you’re dripping sweat, shouting his name, crying out for him.

  My mind clearly hated me. I was going to come in seconds if I didn’t stop thinking that way.

  Nate sucked, kissed, and licked me until I needed to grip the counter just to stay upright. My breathing was ragged and when he took me all the way down, I made embarrassing whimpers no matter how hard I tried to hold them in. It was just so good.

  He slid his lips along my shaft while he toyed with my balls. Then the bastard sank down until his fucking nose was against my pubic bone. I gasped. “Nate, Jesus!”

  He stayed there for longer than should have been possible and then pulled all the way off, gasping for air.

  “Fuck, that was . . .” I had no words to describe it. Nothing had ever felt that good before.

  Nate licked his lips and nodded before starting to suck me again. His mouth was so fucking hot, and his soft lips sliding along my cock nearly did me in. My whole body tingled from the intensity. Why did we have to hate each other when he was so fucking perfect? I fought to suck in air as his slick tongue caressed the underside of my cock. I was close. So close.

  He let me go and sat back.

  “Don’t stop.” I no longer cared if I begged. I needed this, and I was going to have it. It wasn’t like I could let it happen a second time. “I need more.”

  Nate rose to his feet. “Damn right you need more. Get on the bed.”

  Did he think I was going let him fuck me? Was I?

  “I don’t . . . I’m not . . .” I had no idea what I was saying. He’d completely rattled my brain.

  He leaned in and kissed my neck. If I couldn’t form a sentence before, I sure as hell wasn’t going to be able to now. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered.

  “But you will.” We were enemies, at war over what we both thought of as ours to protect.

  “Not like this, not here, not when I’m touching you.”

  That I could let myself believe, and while the aftermath might do me in, this was too good to give up. “Fine.”

  “So how do you want this to work? Do you expect to control everything in bed too?”

  Why not be honest at this point? “I love to be fucked as long as it’s the right person doing it.”

  He gave me an evil smile. “I am the right person.”

  His words sent a shiver through me. I had a feeling this was one time we were going to agree on something. “Are you?”

  “Yes, and I want to bury my cock in you and hear you make those same sounds you did when my mouth was around your cock.”

  I almost made one then. “Do it.”

  “Only if you swear you won’t try to use it against me later.”

  “I swear. I shouldn’t have said what I did.”

  “Which of the many things?’

  “About telling the board about you and your lipstick and . . . the rest of it.” I would never have hurt him like that, but now that he’d shown how much he cared about my pleasure, rather than just getting himself off, I doubted I could even toss out spurious threats.

  He took a few steps back, pulled his tank over his head, and tossed it on the floor. His hands went to the fastenings of his pants, and he undid them, slowly exposing a triangle of pink lace.

  I licked my lips as he pushed his pants over his hips. Nothing could’ve made me look away.

  When he kicked them off and stood there, in nothing but lace panties and lipstick, I knew I’d never seen anything sexier. Before I saw that damnable scrap of lace sticking out of his bag I would’ve said seeing a man dressed like that would do nothing for me. But Nate . . . The pink, combined with his toned body and a look that said he would fuck me until I screamed. It was too good.

  We had plenty of time to hate each other after this night. So he was the last man I should have naked or nearly so in my bedroom. So fucking what?

  “Get on the bed,” he demanded again.

  “Now who’s bossy?”

  “You like it.”

  I did. I didn’t want to, but I did. I toed off my shoes, kicked out of my pants, and started unbuttoning my shirt. Nate batted my hands away. “I’ll do it.”

  While he divested me of my shirt, I toyed with his panties, running my hands over the lace. The novelty of them on a hard male body was so fucking erotic. “I don’t suppose you can fuck me with these on?”

  He grinned. “Not these, but they do make ones with openings for that.”

  “I can see why.” Too bad I wouldn’t be seeing those.

  “I didn’t expect you to like them or to admit it if you did.”

  “I’m honest sometimes.”

  He nodded. “That’s good to know.”

  I knelt in front of him and rubbed my face against the lace. Then I lowered them enough to run my tongue along the underside of Nate’s cock. He dropped his head back and groaned as I licked the tip, while sliding my hand down the crack of his lace-covered ass.

  “Can’t last long if you keep that up,” he gasped.

  At least I wasn’t the only one.

  “Sucking you was incredible. It felt fucking fantastic to have your cock down my throat.”

  I sputtered around his cock. That he’d done that was amazing enough, but for him to say he loved it was too much. I pulled back. “Your mouth is amazing. I’ve never . . . You’re . . .” Heat rushed up my neck. What the fuck was I doing? Exposing everything about myself to him, to Nate fucking Thomas.

  “Get on the bed,” he ordered. “I won’t tell you again.”

  Thank God he understood that I couldn’t talk about how I felt. Nate ordering me around I could deal with. Sex. Domination. A man riding my ass. That was territory where I was comfortable.

  I slid his panties down his legs so he could kick them off. The feel of the lace under my fingers made me shiver with lust. I stood, hoping he wouldn’t notice my hands shaking, then I climbed on the bed intending to get on my hands and knees, since clearly neither of us were in the mood to wait. But he tackled me, rolling me over and pinning my arms over my head. My breath caught as I looked up at him and felt something that went beyond lust, some deep need he touched.

  Oh, fuck. Was it obvious I felt more than I would with a random hookup? Shit! What was I doing? I was naked and trapped under him. Panic rose and the edges of my vision grew dark. Breathe. Just breathe. Why did I pretend to be up for anything? I played like I barely had feelings, but that was all a fucking front. My feelings were as real as anyone else’s, but I hid them, because exposing myself tripped
an intense fight or flight response.

  I was about to push Nate away, but then he leaned down and kissed me, and my tension melted away. His lips were warm, and they parted under mine. I slid my tongue into his mouth and tasted myself when I licked at the roof of his mouth.

  “Keep your hands over your head.” He let go of me and kissed my neck and then my collarbone. Then he flicked his tongue across one of my nipples, making me hiss.

  He grinned up at me and did it again, then he nipped at the hard nub.

  “Fuck!”

  “Mmm.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and I arched against him, but he grabbed my hips, forcing them down. I struggled but I couldn’t get free, and I liked that. How did Nate know I needed him to take control?

  He kept working his way down over my abdomen. He gave my cock a sweet, soft kiss and pushed my legs open, allowing him to kiss, suck, and bite my inner thighs. Soon I was squirming from the attention, ready to beg again. My cock needed friction, and even once he let go of my hips so he could move lower, all I could do was fuck the air.

  “You’re fucking torturing me.”

  He grinned. “Yeah, you’re really suffering.”

  The way he was playing with me let me know this wasn’t going to be a quick fuck like I’d expected. He was going to destroy me. He licked his way down my leg and then took my foot between his hands and massaged. I almost forgave him for leaving me hanging, because his hands felt incredible. His fingers dug into my arch, and then he sucked my big toe into his mouth. I would’ve said I wasn’t into that either, but apparently with Nate I was into anything.

  Nate watched me as he sucked the digit, and I bit my lip to keep from making those damn pathetic noises. I never expected him to take this kind of time with me, to build my anticipation, to make me feel so damn much.

  “Stop holding back,” he demanded. “I want to hear you.”

  “You’re sucking my fucking toes,” I said pointlessly as he started work on my other foot.

  He glanced up and smiled wickedly.

  “Fuck off.” The asshole was laughing at me.

  He licked my arch and I yelped. “That tickles!”

  It also felt really damn good though. He stretched out over me, lined our cocks up, and thrust. The feel of his tight warm skin against mine was heaven.

  “Good?”

  “You know it is.”

  He was moving his hips so slowly, but it was better than when he’d been ignoring my cock completely.

  “Lube? Condoms?” he asked.

  I stared at him dumbly.

  “I’m ready to open you up.”

  “Fuck.” The word came out as a barely audible whisper.

  He nodded.

  I tilted my head toward the nightstand on the right side of the bed. “Bottom drawer.”

  “Don’t move.”

  I didn’t.

  He came back with what he’d needed and coated his fingers liberally. “Turn over.”

  I wanted to watch as he pushed into me, but no way in hell could I fuck Nate Thomas face to face. This was much better. I could pretend it wasn’t Nate. I could . . . Who was I kidding? I was more likely to pretend every partner I had from here on was Nate than to pretend I was with someone else now.

  What the fuck was wrong with me? Could I make any worse choice in lovers?

  I pushed my ass out further and rested my head on my hands. Don’t think about how exposed you are.

  Nate brushed a lubed finger over my hole, and I jerked away.

  “Easy. I’ll go slow.”

  I didn’t want slow. Slow was part of the problem. Fast and rushed could be excused as temporary insanity, but this was a deliberate choice to let a man I hated bury himself in my ass. I started to roll to my side. “I don’t know if—”

  He laid a hand on my hip, gently pushing me back down. “Stay with me.”

  “O-okay.”

  My arms and legs were shaky and unsure as Nate teased me again, circling my rim while he worked my cock with his other hand. Soon I was thrusting into the hand and longing for more. But when he finally pushed inside, I tensed, clamping down on the finger, my body telling him to keep out.

  Nate caressed my hip. “You can relax with me, I swear it’s okay.”

  “I don’t think I can.”

  “Do you want to fuck me instead?”

  “I . . . I don’t know.”

  “Turn over on your back.”

  That would be so much worse, seeing him, knowing he was seeing me. It would be so fucking hot and so very real. Too real. This was all getting too real. I rolled over anyway.

  Then I gazed up at him, trying to figure out how to say he needed to leave without making everything worse, but the look on his face—concern, no mocking, no annoyance—made me reconsider. He was treating me like he did most other people. That was a Nate I never got.

  Isn’t that the Nate you dislike so much?

  I thought so.

  Nate straddled my thighs. “How about this? I ride you. That way your ass won’t be sore but I can still hold you down and make you writhe.”

  “Oh my fucking God.” How did he read me so well?

  “Is that a yes?”

  I nodded.

  “Say it.”

  “Y-yes.”

  He grinned as he rolled a condom onto my cock. Just that touch was enough to have me working my hips, trying to get more. He slapped the side of my ass. “Patience.”

  “I told you I don’t fucking have any.”

  “Then I’ll have to teach you how to get some. God knows I’ve learned how to have endless patience working with you.”

  “I thought we—”

  “Shh!” He lubed his fingers again and pushed two of them into himself.

  I watched, mesmerized as he sank down on them. “Fuck, that’s hot!”

  “Yeah?”

  I nodded vigorously. “I want to see more.”

  He worked his fingers in and out and then added a third.

  When I’d waited as long as I could, I demanded. “Ride me. Right fucking now.”

  He shook his head. “I say when. Not you.”

  “The fuck you—”

  “Go with it. You like it. And it’s just for tonight.”

  I exhaled harshly. “Fine. Take your sweet time then, let me die of pent-up lust.”

  He laughed and rode his fingers faster.

  “You’ve got to stop or I’m going to come from watching that.”

  He straddled me then, a satisfied grin on his face.

  When he took my cock in his hand, I sucked in my breath. Then he started to lower himself, little by little. His thigh muscles were amazing, holding him suspended. I laid my hands on them, needing to feel them working.

  “Truly fucking incredible.” The words slipped out. But they made him smile, so I didn’t care.

  Finally, I was as deep inside him as I could go.

  “Hands above your head,” he ordered.

  “Why?”

  He raised his brows. “Because I’m telling you to, and I’m in control here.”

  “But—”

  “No protests. Just fucking do it.”

  I did.

  “Now relax and enjoy.” He lifted himself and then slid back down, slowly, carefully.

  I held my breath. He was going to kill me. Maybe that had been his plan from the beginning.

  He groaned. “You’re so fucking tense.”

  I tried to relax, but that didn’t work, so I decided to see if I could rattle him. I wiggled my hips side to side, and then thrust up into him. He leaned over me, and I kept shifting until his cry of surprise let me know I’d found the perfect angle.

  “Do that again,” he demanded.

  I couldn’t have stopped myself if I wanted to.

  I drove into him over and over, and he positioned himself to meet every stroke. We grew wilder, rougher. I wanted it to last forever.

  Nate must have too, because he pinned my wrists down when I tried to stro
ke his cock. “No. I can’t take that.”

  “I . . .”

  “Yes?” he asked on a harsh breath.

  “More!”

  He began driving himself against me so hard we’d both be bruised. I’d love that.

  Finally, Nate reached for his cock. I pushed his hand away to replace it with mine. I worked him with a tight grip that had him groaning. He had to be right on the edge.

  Seconds later he cried out and come shot from his dick, slicking my hand as I kept pumping him. I was close too, my body so hot I thought it might catch fire. When his ass pulsed around my cock, I felt it all the way to my toes.

  Nate thrust into the circle of my hand until he’d emptied himself completely. As the final shudders of his orgasm passed, he looked ready to collapse, so I rolled us.

  As I let my weight rest on him, he groaned and the sound vibrated through me. Damn, he was hot. When he wrapped his legs around my waist, I held back for just a moment, savoring the sensation of his warm body. Then, I drove into him. His slick heat teased my cock. I squeezed my eyes shut. He was so fucking tight. I was so close, so—

  I came and the pulses of my orgasm seemed to go on forever. Wave after wave hit me, and before I finished I made the mistake of gazing down at Nate. He looked relaxed, sated, and his expression was so open. He’d clearly loved this as much as I had.

  “Fuck,” I muttered as I pulled out.

  He laughed. “Yeah, we did. Never thought that would actually happen.”

  I tossed the condom toward my trash can, then flopped on my back and covered my face with my arm. “Are we back to reality already?”

  “Shit, I’m sorry.”

  “No, you’re right this was—”

  “Don’t say it,” he laid a finger on my lips. “Just let me get dressed and leave without hearing how much you wish you’d never met me, never wanted me, never—”

  “That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”

  He gaped at me. “You . . . I . . .”

  “That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get dressed and go.”

  I couldn’t read his expression. Relief? Disappointment? “We still have to—”

  “We are not talking about Kingston while my bedroom smells like sex, and I’m waiting to see if bruises form on my hips from driving into you. Go home. I’ll see you in the morning.”