Lane

by Shaw Montgomery

  As my lips brushed against the edge of the fabric, I started kissing along the waistband, moving away from his erection. Another low, frustrated sound escaped him as I pushed his legs apart and stretched out down the bed.

  When I reached one hip, I tugged on the fabric with my teeth before I started working my way toward the other side. Lane gasped as the fabric caressed him and his hips tried to thrust up again, but I had him well pinned to the bed.

  As I crossed his body, intent on giving the other side the same slow torment, my cheek brushed over his cock and he groaned. Laughing quietly at his frustration, I ignored his erection and started trailing my tongue along the edge of the panties. By the time I reached his other hip, he was making low, frustrated noises and I could feel the tension rising in him.

  I wasn’t ready to give him what he wanted quite yet, however.

  Kissing along the seam where his thigh met his groin, I followed the fabric down to where it cupped his balls and hugged his crack, hiding his hole. Licking over the silky panties, I let him feel the heat of my breath as I caressed his tight sac with my mouth.

  Beautiful sounds flooded out of Lane as I teased and explored his body. Every inch of the fabric between his legs felt my tongue, and I knew it was driving him crazy. When his noises turned desperate, I started moving upward until I was licking the base of his shaft.

  Wordless pleas started escaping him as I methodically worked my way up his cock. I let my tongue caress every inch I could reach, going as slowly as I could. When I was finally at the head, he was shaking and his body was trying to thrust up to get more.

  He was on my schedule, though. He was going to have to wait.

  When I finally eased the panties over the tip of his cock, I felt an excited shiver race through him. But when I just started licking the head and teasing his slit, he groaned and frustrated moans and pleas started tumbling out again.

  Inch by inch, I lowered the fabric, baring him slowly. By the time I had to pull his panties down, beautiful needy sounds were echoing around the room. I wasn’t done yet, though. No. He had a long way to go before I would let him come.

  As I eased the fabric down his legs, Lane’s cock jerked and his body arched up, silently begging for more. When they were finally off, I tossed them to the ground and started kissing up his leg. Starting at his ankle, I let my lips and tongue trace up the lean muscles and soft skin.

  Lane spread his legs, offering himself up, but as beautiful as he was, I was loving his reactions too much to stop. “You’re begging so nicely, but you’re being punished. Remember?”

  He just groaned and I could see his hands clenching the pillow. He was almost there but not quite. As I kissed over his knee, his thigh was too tempting for just the press of my lips. Teasing bites up the sensitive inner part of his leg had the sweetest sounds pouring out of him.

  When I pushed his legs farther apart as I reached his groin, anticipation was so thick it was almost like a cloud hanging over him. Lane’s muscles tightened as I flicked my tongue over his balls and I could feel his body fighting to be still.

  “Please. Please. Please.” He was beautiful.

  When I leaned up and pressed a kiss to the tip of his dick before moving away, he finally reached his breaking point. His hands moved like lightning as they reached out and grabbed my head. “Please. Wilder. You can’t. Please.”

  Lifting my head, I knew my smile was wicked, but I didn’t bother trying to hide it. Lane wanted me wicked. “Where are your hands supposed to be? Didn’t I say something about following the rules or getting a spanking?”

  His whole body jerked and his head fell back against the bed. My sweet stalker couldn’t decide if he should say “thank god” or “I’m sorry.”

  “I remember.”

  “I’m going to have to spank you tonight. We’ll go out tonight and have fun and all the while you’re going to be thinking of what’s waiting for you when we get home. I’ll bend you over my lap and pull down your panties and give you the spanking you need.” I was hovering just over his straining erection and I knew that with every word he could feel the heat of my breath caress over his cock.

  Precum leaked down, and it was almost too tempting to resist. But that wasn’t how he wanted to come. Stretching out, I opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed the lube and a condom. Lane gave a breathless laugh. “I love how prepared you are.”

  There was a dirty joke in there somewhere, but I was too caught up in slicking my fingers to think of it. When I brought one finger to his opening, Lane arched his hips up, making it clear what he wanted. His body knew exactly what he wanted and my finger slid in effortlessly.

  Pleas for “more” and “faster” pushed me to add a second. Moans and ragged breathing were the only sounds as I carefully stretched him. When three fingers went in easily and he was ready, I sat up and pulled them out. Lane’s breathing was ragged and little jerks flashed through his body as he waited.

  When the condom was on, I eased my arms under his legs to open him even more for me. “Are you ready? Is this what you want?”

  Wild, needy eyes looked up at me and he nodded. “I’ve been dreaming about this for days.”

  My sweet stalker.

  As I started slowly easing into him, I smiled. “I might have to punish you again for making me wait.”

  Sinking deeper into him, words became impossible. The tight, perfect heat of his body pulled me in and it was all I could do to focus on him. He was already so close I knew it wouldn’t take long, and I was right there with him.

  Watching his every move, I started to go faster as his body adjusted and the need started to build again. His cries filled the room, begging for more with words and desperate sounds. When his body clamped down around me and his hands gripped my arms, I knew he was close.

  Fucking him faster, I ignored everything but what he wanted. Pushing his legs up higher toward his chest, I finally found the perfect angle. Nailing his prostate with each thrust, I watched as he came undone. One. Two. Three.

  He exploded. Cum shot out of his cock in long ropes that streaked his abs and chest. His ass clenched down on my cock as pulses fired through him, dragging my orgasm along with his. Pleasure rolled through me as I shot into the condom and I couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel without it.

  I wasn’t the “claim him, he’s mine” type, but as I stretched out over Lane, fighting to catch my breath as the need finally faded, I knew if anyone could make me possessive and needy it was him. Looking down at him as his hands absently stroked my arms, emotions I wasn’t sure he was ready to hear welled up inside me.

  Giving him a tender kiss, I knew that somehow I had to show him that nothing was going to scare me away.

  Chapter 16

  Lane

  There were so many reasons this wasn’t a good idea, but I couldn’t pick just one. It was either going to go very well or explode in a fiery crash of drama queens and lingerie. Wilder didn’t find Eli overwhelming, and he honestly seemed to like the clothes, so there probably wasn’t anything to worry about.

  I just had to keep telling myself that.

  As calm and relaxed as I tried to pretend I was, Wilder didn’t seem to be buying it. He was too sweet to mention it, but as we walked up to the building, he held my hand tightly, and I could feel his thumb caressing over any part he could reach. The tender smile and endless stories about his week just to keep me distracted was also a pretty good sign he knew what was going through my head.

  It was going to be fine.

  “Did you want to try that new steakhouse on the other side of town tonight?” I wasn’t sure if it was another distraction, or if it was honestly what he wanted for dinner, but it sounded great.

  “Yeah, I’ve heard good things about it.” The fact that I was already hungry made it sound even better.

  I normally ate pretty well and didn’t starve myself. I worked out frequently and had good genes, so I didn’t need to worry about it too much. Wilder had tried to m
ake me lunch when we’d finally gotten up for the day, but my stomach had been in knots.

  Wilder smiled encouragingly. “Perfect. Then we’ll see what time the movie’s playing.”

  “Did you get everything done last night?” Talking about his work was a lot easier than talking about mine.

  He nodded. “I actually got a lot done. I need to work on the sketches for the submission to the children’s book, but taking the night off isn’t going to be a problem.”

  Once we’d finally gotten out of bed, and we’d both gotten caffeine, Wilder had eagerly shown me what he’d been working on. There’d been everything from sketches of me to rough drafts of a phoenix that was going to be a new tattoo for one of his clients. Watching his nervous excitement as he’d shown me his projects and how he’d drawn me had been cute.

  I thought of myself as more practical than vain when it came to how I looked, but even I had to admit the pictures were incredible. Sometimes, I thought I looked too shy or reserved on the website, but Wilder had captured something in the sketches that made them come alive. I wanted to ask if that was how he saw me, but the words wouldn’t come out.

  The man on the floor had clearly been me, but he looked confident and feminine and passionate in a way that felt distant. Artists didn’t always see the same things that regular people did. Was that just how he thought I should look? Thinking back to the way I’d felt stretched out on his floor for the first time, I had to admit, he’d captured how I’d been feeling in that moment. Maybe that was all that mattered.

  Wilder’s words pulled me out of my mental wandering. “Does that sound like a good idea, Lane?”

  There was a smile on his face and a teasing glint to his eyes that said he knew I hadn’t been paying attention. “Sorry, the movie?”

  He laughed and reached for the door of the building, pulling it open. “Yes, that was part of it, but I think I need to wait until later to ask you questions. You seem slightly…preoccupied.”

  That was the understatement of the year.

  I shrugged sheepishly. “Maybe just a little. But I’m excited about dinner later and seeing the movie.”

  And just spending time with him.

  I didn’t want him to think that I was trying to get out of a date or even something ridiculous like needing space. No matter how awkward the shoot went, I didn’t want anything to chase him away. Not that this would. It was a photo shoot. It was work.

  And he had a good idea about what to expect.

  He hadn’t hidden the fact he’d browsed around the site, and he’d asked lots of questions over the past couple of weeks. Aside from some interesting personalities, nothing should be surprising. Hell, he’d even met Eli and had dealt with the drama queen, so the hard part was probably over.

  Wilder smiled as he entered the building behind me and tugged me close to press a kiss to my forehead. “I know.”

  I was glad he didn’t tell me that everything would be all right or draw attention to how crazy I was. It at least gave me the ability to pretend I didn’t look nuts. “It’ll be a few minutes before everyone else gets here, but Eli was insistent that you meet Roman before he got distracted. I didn’t feel like arguing with him.”

  Thinking about how that sounded, I winced. “Not that I don’t want you to meet them. I think you’re going to like everyone. But Eli just has this idea in his head, and I haven’t had a chance to tell Roman no.”

  Wilder’s tender smile took a mischievous turn. “The sexy photo shoot? I don’t hate the idea, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’ve never done anything like that, but I don’t have an issue with it. Roman is quite skilled and if he thinks the photos would turn out well, then I have to trust that. The pictures that he’s put up on the site have been beautiful and erotic.”

  We should have probably had this conversation earlier.

  “Are you sure?”

  I must have looked more uncomfortable than I’d intended, because he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and pulled me into his arms. “If the idea is something that makes you uneasy, then we don’t have to do it. I can tell them it’s not something I’m interested in. We can leave it at that.”

  He was sweet, but now I wasn’t sure what to do. “I don’t know. I’ve seen some of the photos from the private shoots that he’s done and…I don’t know why I’m worried.”

  I felt ridiculous having to say that.

  Wilder didn’t seem to think it was stupid, however. His arms tightened around me and he gave me a tender kiss. “Well, it’s sharing a different side of yourself with me and possibly a different side of yourself than Eli normally sees. No matter what you were wearing, it would be intimate and personal. In the photos you usually take there’s a little bit of a wall between you and the people who are browsing around the site. I think with something like the pictures Eli was describing, there wouldn’t be the same separation.”

  I nodded slowly and pressed myself tighter against his chest. “It’s not stupid? I know I’m nearly naked on the website so that probably shouldn’t matter, but…”

  “It’s not stupid, and I don’t want you to put yourself down because something makes you uncomfortable. We don’t have to decide right now. It’s something we can talk about and figure out what we’re comfortable with.” Wilder made it seem easy and matter-of-fact.

  “Okay, I’m putting you in charge of not letting Eli rope me into something. I’m not saying no, but I’m not ready to say yes.” Having that decision off my plate was like a weight lifted off my shoulders.

  I pulled back just enough that I could see his face. Giving him a teasing smile, I tried to show him I was more relaxed. “Not that you wouldn’t look sexy standing over me as a badass Dom.”

  He gave me a teasing leer and a quick kiss. “I just keep thinking about all the sketches I could do from the photos.”

  Oh.

  “Sketches?” I hadn’t thought about something like that.

  Wilder nodded slowly, his voice dropping lower. “I thought about doing a whole series of sketches from it that could go in the bedroom. Mostly you, because I’ve never done a self-portrait, but if we had some photos of us together for me to work from, I might be able to do a sketch with both of us in it.”

  Interesting.

  The logical part of my brain still wasn’t sure what to say, but other parts of me found the idea fascinating. Before I could figure out how to respond, Wilder shook his head. “We’re not going to make any decisions today. I need to see some of Roman’s other work, and you need to think about it more.” His body rocked forward, making it clear we were both more than a little turned on. “Preferably when you can think about it with a clear head.”

  I gave a shaky laugh but nodded. “Probably a good idea.”

  Because the idea of sketches put everything in a whole new light.

  Taking a deep breath, I shoved the sexy images out of my head and glanced toward the stairs. “Come on, I want to show you where I work.”

  Wilder’s smile widened. “I’d like that.”

  Taking a step back, I pointed back down toward the computers and office area. “We all have stations over there to update the blogs and work on anything we need to, but I do a lot of that at home. Fewer distractions that way.”

  “It probably gets pretty chaotic in here. That makes sense.”

  Taking his hand, I started leading us up the stairs. “Some people can tune out the chaos really well, but I do better when it’s quiet.”

  I liked hanging out with everyone and when we were all together, the last thing I wanted to do was ignore them to work on the blog. “I have a pretty good schedule worked out most of the time. I get that kind of stuff done first thing in the morning before I get here so I don’t have to worry about it.”

  Wilder squeezed my hand as we headed up to the second floor. “I’m impressed with how much you get done. It can’t be easy.”

  I shrugged, but I could feel the heat in my cheeks rising. Most people didn’t always unde
rstand how much work went into my job at Leashes and Lace. I’d had one date roll his eyes and ask how hard it could be to take my clothes off for a living.

  Needless to say, that had been a short date.

  As we got upstairs, I pointed out the different rooms and even told him about the apartments on the third floor. I wasn’t sure if it was our conversation downstairs or just having another few minutes to relax, but by the time we walked into the main studio, I was much calmer.

  But not smarter, evidently.

  It hadn’t occurred to me as we were heading in that I hadn’t heard Eli and Roman. Even on their good days, they weren’t quiet individuals.

  Unless their mouths were otherwise occupied.

  We both stopped short as we took in the sight. Eli was laid out on a platform in the middle of the studio, nearly naked with Roman standing over him. With the camera in his hand, it should have looked like a photo shoot, but it felt more like we’d walked in on them making love. Something about the heat that was radiating off them and the way Eli was arching up toward Roman made it clear the photos weren’t going to be for the site.

  Wilder chuckled under his breath but just seemed to take it in stride. I’d seen it often enough that it wasn’t a surprise or shocking. Rolling my eyes, I pointed toward Eli and Roman. “Meet my coworkers; they’re slightly distracted at this point, however.”

  Eli and Roman were lost in their own little world and didn’t seem to notice we were there. Which was just fine until Roman reached for the tiny panties that were barely covering Eli. Nope. That was not how I would introduce Wilder to them.

  Clearing my throat, I called out. “What did Preston say about having sex in the studio?”

  That broke some of the tension between them, and Roman moved back before giving me a frustrated look. Eli just laughed and sat up, not concerned about his erection or his state of undress. “Not to get caught.”

  That wasn’t anywhere close to what he’d said, but I just rolled my eyes and played along. “You got caught.”

  His grin was ear to ear. “Tattle-tale.”