Lane

by Shaw Montgomery

  I’d seen too many fascinating things on the site to be able to pick. “Surprise me. But I don’t think there’s anything you could pick that I wouldn’t find sexy. Am I just allowed to look at the model, or is this a special case where I get to…handle the clothing?”

  Lane blushed as he started walking toward the bathroom. “I’ve never encouraged it before, but I think I’ll make a special exception just for you.”

  Before I could give him another comment, he was in the bathroom with the door shut. Realizing it would probably take him a minute, I stood and started cleaning up the living room. The bathroom was frustratingly well insulated, so I couldn’t hear anything as I took the leftovers back to the kitchen.

  By the time I had the trash thrown away and the food in the fridge, I was checking the bathroom door about every ten seconds. I wasn’t sure where all my patience had gone, but I didn’t seem to have any where Lane was concerned.

  I headed back into the living room and moved the coffee table out of the way, then sat down on the couch to wait. It had a good view of the small hallway where the bathroom was tucked, so I wouldn’t miss a single moment.

  When the door finally started to open, I was nearly holding my breath. The anticipation just kept building and as slowly as the door opened, I knew that where I was excited and eager, Lane was still nervous. “If you make me wait much longer, I might die of impatience.”

  Laughter came from the bathroom. “I’m not sure that’s possible.”

  “Oh, it has to be.”

  More laughter rang out in his voice. “I guess I can’t keep you waiting any longer, then.”

  “Not without risking my health.”

  The door continued to open, and finally, he stepped out of the bathroom, the high heels clicking on the floor. The sound drew my eyes toward his feet, but as my gaze moved up his long legs, every teasing thought went out of it.

  He was beautiful.

  His legs were long, and the muscle gave them a curvy look. He was wearing a short, silky nightgown with thin straps and it ended high enough up his thighs that I knew he wouldn’t be able to sit or even raise his arms without giving me a teasing eyeful.

  For a moment, I worried that my lack of response would upset him, but Lane didn’t seem to need the words. Something in my face must have shown him how I felt because his hesitant smile turned teasing, and he started walking across the room in a slow, sauntering way that had his legs almost crossing in front of each other as he moved.

  His hips swayed causing the fabric to move, and as it shifted on his body, I could see the outline of his cock. It seemed to be tucked up and to the side, and I imagined a pair of panties holding it to his body. It made me curious to see how the nightgown would look if he wasn’t restrained.

  “You look beautiful, Lane.” I didn’t move as he walked toward me, but my fingers itched to touch him, and I was so hard it was painful.

  “Thank you. I thought you’d like this one. It’s one of my favorites.” Lane slowed his walk as he got closer, drawing it out and making me wait. He was clearly enjoying my reaction.

  I wasn’t sure what to expect, but he kept going until he was right in front of me. It was all I could do to keep my hands on the couch. He gave me a little grin and turned slowly around. The heels made his legs look incredible and made his ass look even sexier, just as I’d known they would.

  As he finished the turn, I found myself leaning forward and forced myself to settle back down on the couch. This was his show, and I wasn’t going to rush him.

  “What do you think?” The flirting tone in his voice almost didn’t sound like Lane.

  “I think I can’t wait to see everything you brought with you.” He shifted slightly and moved near enough that the hem of the nightgown came maddeningly close to my fingers that had somehow inched their way to the edge of the couch without my realizing it.

  Taking his closeness to mean that he was okay with my touch, I slowly started reaching for him. He had plenty of time to move if it was unwelcome or too much. But Lane just watched my hand, and I knew that if I could’ve felt his pulse it would’ve been racing.

  I leaned forward again, and let my fingers start a teasing caress up his thighs. His skin was surprisingly smooth, but it felt perfect against the silky fabric as I started stroking higher up his body. He was soft and dressed in beautifully sexy things that I’d never associated with a man, but it would have been impossible to forget he was all male. Everything from the firm muscles that the fabric draped across to his erection that was still hard and tucked into his panties made it clear.

  But it didn’t scare me away. It just made me want to explore him.

  As I ran my hands up his legs and then over his hips and abs, I felt him shiver under my touch. “You’re incredible. This looks perfect on you.”

  Lane started to say something, but when my fingers skimmed over his nipples, the words were lost. It made me chuckle, and I had to tease them again before continuing my exploration. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

  Moving down his body, I wrapped my arms around him and loved the way the muscles in his back bunched and flexed under the silky fabric. Lane just stood there, trying to be quiet, but needy little sounds kept escaping.

  When my fingers started sliding over his ass, I felt him shiver again, and he seemed to be holding his breath. Caressing his cheeks, I felt the panties that were covering him, and I slowly started working my way down lower.

  Nothing in Lane’s responses said I was going too far or too fast. So as my hands dipped under his nightgown and started wandering back up to his ass, I pulled him closer. The flimsy scrap of fabric didn’t seem to cover him, but I knew they would look just as incredible as the nightgown.

  As I moved my hands around his hips to the front of his body, the nightgown started to bunch up and the panties came into view. The black lace was just wide enough to keep his cock tucked to the side, but it wasn’t designed to hide anything. No, the patterns and holes in the fabric only drew more attention to his straining erection.

  “This is even more incredible. Come here, my sexy stalker.” Tugging him down onto my lap, I let my hands explore his body as his knees came down to rest on either side of me, straddling my legs. It left him beautifully on display for me. I let my fingers caress over his hips, just barely stroking his cock.

  He moaned, and his hips rocked to press his body more firmly against my fingers. Not wanting to rush, I continued exploring lower and let my thumbs brush over his balls. That just made the sexy sounds even more perfect.

  “Oh yes, I’m going to have to go over every inch of the nightgown and these panties, I don’t want to miss a single thing about them.”

  Lane gave a breathy chuckle and closed his eyes as I continued to tease his body. “Yes, you need to be thorough so you know if you like them.”

  “Yes, very thorough.” I was going to have fun exploring every bit of his body and his sexy outfit.

  Chapter 12

  Lane

  The passionate, intent look made my insides whirl, but it was the excited happiness radiating from him that took my breath away. He wasn’t unsure or hesitant. He wasn’t nervous. He was a kid with a new toy, and it was clear that he was thrilled to be playing with it.

  Playing with me.

  Playing with me in a nightie and panties.

  Another moan tore out of me as his fingers caressed my balls and moved back to brush over the tiny scrap of fabric that went up between my cheeks. Wilder gave a low chuckle and eased a finger under the panties to pull them down slightly. It was just enough to rub the fabric over my cock and hole.

  Some guys might have found it uncomfortable, but I loved the combination of the soft lace and the way it felt almost rough moving over my skin. It was like a spanking where the pain and pleasure mingled so tightly that it was impossible to explain how it actually felt.

  Wilder’s heated smile turned positively sinful as his finger moved back and forth between my balls and my ac
hingly empty hole. If he’d have kept going and actually played with either, I probably would have come right then. I couldn’t decide if his promise to thoroughly explore me was a good thing or not.

  At that moment, thorough seemed to be another word for torturously slow.

  “Please…” My hips pushed forward and rubbed my cock against his abs, sending sparks through me.

  The pop to my ass sent more fireworks through me, and I let out a whimper that sounded desperate even to me. “Naughty boy. You want to be good for me, don’t you? You want to be my sexy little stalker, not a bad boy who gets punished. Right?”

  Fuck.

  I couldn't figure out what answer would get him to spank me again.

  It’d been so long and he’d done it so right. No hesitation. No fear that I’d get pissed, or that I didn’t want it. He’d listened to me and trusted me. I wanted to promise I’d behave. I liked the idea of being his good boy, but I wanted more of the delicious pain first.

  “I’ll try, but you make me so hard.” That was about as honest as I could be. I’d try to behave if that was what he really wanted, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t mind either way.

  The hand that had given me the delicious pain came back down again but started kneading my ass instead of spanking me. Wilder let my cock brush against his body one more time before moving me back. “I can feel how hard you are, beautiful, but if you try to rush me, I’m going to have to punish you again. I can’t have you thinking you can hurry me along.”

  It wasn’t a question, but I wanted to answer him…but promising to behave would be a lie, and from the bulge in the front of his pants, it wasn’t a promise he necessarily wanted.

  Luckily, I was saved from having to find the words when his fingers brushed over my hole. A shiver ran through me and a gasp of pleasure was all I could manage. It was so simple, but I’d been volleying between turned on and being a nervous wreck for hours, so every touch was magnified.

  The hand on my ass started playing with the fabric that covered the top of my cheeks, and I knew from the slightly curious look on his face he wasn’t just trying to get me even more aroused. He was honestly exploring me and the things that I liked. He wanted to understand.

  I also had a feeling it was his way of showing me that he was taking my preferences seriously.

  Wilder leaned in and started kissing down my neck, sending new waves of sensations through me. “You look beautiful. Every silk and lace covered inch of you is perfect.”

  The pleasure was warring with sweeter emotions that were trying to rise up. Relief flooded through me, and I could feel my eyes start to water. Not wanting to make him think I was upset, I turned my head and chased his mouth with mine. He took my lips in a heated kiss, and I could feel his body start to stiffen as I writhed against him. When I finally pulled back, I tried to show him with my eyes how much his words meant to me.

  “You make me feel beautiful.” I leaned in and gave him another kiss, tender and quick that time. “Thank you.”

  I wasn’t even sure what prompted the words or what I was actually thanking him for.

  Thank you for making me feel beautiful even though it wasn’t conventional?

  Thank you for looking past the exterior to see who was underneath it?

  Thank you for taking a chance and opening yourself up to a new relationship that you never would have considered before?

  All of them…maybe none…I wasn’t sure. It probably didn’t matter. The smile on his face and the emotion radiating from him said he understood. Wilder’s hands slowed their teasing caresses, and he pulled me close, wrapping me in his arms.

  “I’m not going to downplay how I feel or tell you that it’s too soon for me to know what should happen between us. I’m sincere when I say I don’t want us to rush. But I need you to know that this isn’t something I’m going to walk away from when my curiosity is satisfied, and this isn’t something that I’m going to regret in the morning. No matter what happens tonight, you matter more to me than anything else. I think you’re incredible inside and out, and nothing will change my mind about that.”

  It wasn’t the three little words most people longed to hear from the person who’d captured their heart, but at that moment, his words were even sweeter. Giving him another tender kiss, because I wasn’t sure words would ever explain what was going through me, I nodded. “Thank you.”

  There were better words…more exact…more romantic, but there was just so much inside me it was impossible to sort them out.

  Wilder smiled, not bothered at all with my lack of conversational ability at that moment. In fact, he looked almost proud. “Come here, my beautiful stalker.”

  His arms tightened, and he took my mouth in another heated kiss. Slowly, his lips tasted mine, nibbling and sending shivers through me. He gradually increased the intensity and the heat until I was putty in his hands and breathing was something I’d decided wasn’t actually necessary.

  When he finally eased back, I curled into him breathlessly, not caring that my panties were damp from precum and my cock was straining against the fabric. Wilder’s hands made long, soothing strokes over my back and down my sides to my legs. He seemed captivated by the heels because I could feel his fingers moving over them for long seconds before he started the tender exploration back up my body.

  I wasn’t sure if he was trying to relax me or get me even more turned on, but it felt so good I wasn’t going to complain no matter what he was trying to do. When his fingers grazed over a sensitive spot at the base of my spine, I shivered and rocked my cock against his body.

  Wilder chuckled, and his tongue licked over the outer shell of my ear as he started kissing down my neck. “Are you trying to tell me you want more kisses…more of my hands on your body? I thought you were going to show me more of those sexy clothes you have in your bag. You probably have more panties in there and lots of things you think I’d like.”

  The idea that I might have to get up and find the energy and coordination to change clothes was frustrating and erotic. Would he make me wait?

  “Can I show you later?” I moaned as his teeth grazed my neck. “Please…”

  Hell if I knew what I was begging for. Just to come? For him to make love to me?

  His tongue flicked out again to trace a wet trail toward my ear, and I could hear him chuckle again. The wicked sound sent a shiver through me. It promised such naughty things, and I could hear desire dripping from every sound as it escaped him.

  “But you’re hard now. I like seeing how your dick strains against the panties and how sexy you look dressed up for me while your erection throbs in my hand.”

  Fuck.

  “I’ll get hard again. I promise.” Everything the man did turned me on. Getting aroused wasn’t going to be an issue even if he let me come right then.

  His hands started moving down to my ass again, making my cock jerk. It was all I could do not to thrust my ass into his hands and beg him to fill me. He made me forget how new he was to making love with a man, and I still wasn’t sure what he was comfortable with.

  Yeah, I was second and third guessing everything, but he made it hard to think, so I wasn’t going to feel too bad about that. When Wilder’s hands slid over my panties and started teasing caresses at the end of the fabric, all I could do was whine for more.

  Wilder’s teeth nibbled at the lobe of my ear, and he laughed again. “Is that what you want? Are you needy and aching? What does my stalker want?”

  Fuck.

  “Do you want me to get you off with my hand or maybe other things…or do you want more than that?”

  Other things?

  Fuck.

  What did that mean?

  “I…I…” Damn brain had stopped working. “Please.”

  Yes, begging was a good idea. He could do whatever he wanted to me as long as I got to come. His fingers inched close to my hole, and I wasn’t sure if he was deliberately torturing me or if he was just taking his time because he was nervous.<
br />
  Nothing about his reactions or touch said he was worried, but the little part of me that still somehow kept thinking wanted to make sure I didn’t push him to do more than he was comfortable with. Just because I was begging and frantic for him to do anything didn’t mean he had to actually do it.

  “Please…whatever you want…whatever you’re comfortable with…please…” He started plucking at the thin strip of fabric that went between my cheeks, and the way it pulled the front of the panties across my cock had every thought flying out of my head. The fact that he was so close to where I desperately wanted his fingers and his dick didn’t make thinking any easier.

  That pleased chuckle full of wicked joy had another shiver racing through me. Fuck. I loved his voice. “Anything I want? Is that what you’re promising?”

  “Yes…please…” I’d promise him the moon if that was what made him take me.

  “What if I want all of you? What if I want to make love to my sexy stalker?” The husky words were low and sexy, and I loved the dirty but tender words that came out of his mouth. “Is that what you want?”

  My entire body seemed to seize up, and I almost came. My ass arched back toward his hands and a whimper came out of me. Wilder bit down on my ear. I could feel desire radiating from him. “Oh, yes. You can’t hide how much you want that.”

  His hands moved just enough so his fingers were brushing against the tight ring of muscle, and they started softly stroking over me. It was incredible, but it wasn’t nearly enough. “This is where you want my attention, don’t you? Do you want to rub your cock against me while I slide my fingers into you or do you want my cock? What does my sexy stalker want?”

  Fuck.

  My eyes squeezed shut, trying to force out the dirty, beautiful images that were flashing through my mind. If I didn’t get a hold of myself, I would come before he’d even started stretching me. “Make love to me. Please, Wilder.”