Lace & More (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Tanya Kelly

  Perhaps the house came fully furnished, she thought. But then who would rent a house with all this wonderful furniture and not be scared it would get wrecked. Unless he knew the homeowner well. Or maybe a woman helped him choose all this. In her experience, men didn’t pull all this together without a woman’s help. Or an interior designer. This house didn’t fit with the little knowledge she had of him. Her curiosity piqued, she continued to tour the house.

  She walked down the hallway and found an office, a spare bedroom and a bathroom, again all tastefully done. Lacey drooled over the custom wood desk in the office. The last door brought her into the master bedroom. She laughed excitedly, not disappointed this room was as spectacular as the rest. The large king-size bed was regal with the amazing wood headboard and footboard. Twisted, solid metal pieces made for unique art in the headboard and the moldings gave it a distinct look. The room and the furniture were masculine and somehow if furniture could be described as sexy, it was a definite ten.

  She jumped on the bed and giggled, feeling sinful in Reilly’s private domain. Snuggling into the pillow, she breathed in his scent. Mostly she smelt fabric softener with a hint of the soap he must use. She imagined lying here, naked waiting for him. Could she do it? Would she be brave enough? She’d never done anything like this before. Normally, it was fumbling to take clothes off in a darkened bedroom. Her phone vibrated in her pocket.

  Help yourself to anything. I have both wine and beer. Picturing you naked on my bed.

  Feeling playful and wicked, she texted back.

  Love the way your duvet feels against my naked flesh. Hurry or I’ll have to start without you.

  The phone vibrated again almost immediately.

  Groan! You’re killing me, woman.

  Lacey laughed and put the phone down on the nightstand. She went back to the front entrance and hung her coat on the rack, then went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She pulled out the bottle of white wine and looked for wineglasses. Once found, she poured a glass and took it back to the bedroom. A bit of liquid courage would help. She slowly undressed and folded her clothes in a small pile but kept her bra and panties on, not brave enough to go completely naked. Besides, he’d probably appreciate the beautiful red lace.

  Grabbing her cell phone, she sat on the bed and checked her e-mail before sending Kim a quick text message that she’d be late and not to worry. She tried to concentrate on breathing and relaxing but she had too much pent up nervous energy. She drank more wine and went back to the living room to grab a magazine from the shelves she’d seen earlier.

  Every few minutes she’d stand up, pace and touch her clothes, debating putting them back to leave. She was crazy, sitting on the bed almost naked waiting for Reilly to make love to her. Correction, fuck her. There was no emotion involved in this except two people who were attracted to one another. But every time she stood up to get dressed, she would remember the excitement that had coursed through her when Reilly was near, let alone touched her and she wanted more of that. Craved it almost obsessively.

  Lacey didn’t remember reading anything in the magazine. She just kept turning pages and trying not to stare at the time. About forty-five minutes passed when she heard a noise. For a second, she froze. What if it wasn’t Reilly? What if it was a roommate or worse, a burglar? Had she even locked the front door? Her heart hammered in her chest and she was about to scramble off the bed into the bathroom when suddenly Reilly was standing in the bedroom doorway, looking winded and disheveled.

  He didn’t say anything, only stood there, staring, his blue eyes almost black. Subconsciously, Lacey wrapped her arms around her middle.

  “Oh no you don’t, love. I want to see you...all of you.” A few long strides brought him to the bed and he removed her arms, placing them at her sides. “Good choice by the way, leaving these one. You are incredibly sexy in red.” He traced a finger down the strap of her bra, under the weight of one breast and then the other. Her nipples hardened in anticipation but he didn’t touch them. His finger traveled down to her belly button and to the hem of her skimpy panties. Again, he traced the edge with his finger but didn’t go lower. Lacey barely held back a frustrated groan.

  Reilly removed his hand and lifted her wineglass from the night stand and took a drink, his eyes on her the entire time. He even made drinking wine erotic. She drank in the sight of him with his snug, low hanging jeans and even tighter T-shirt with the pub logo. He could have his pick of young woman at the bar, but he’d chosen her. Her confidence soared and she took a deep breath. Seduction time. Lacey sat up provocatively on the bed and tugged him closer by the waistband of his jeans.

  “You promised some licking and sucking.” Lacey tried her best to sound flirtatious, even if she’d never had any practice.

  Reilly took her hand and held it and then pulled her up against the hard length of him. There was no mistaking his arousal as he pressed it against her stomach.

  “My turn first. I believe a bit of torture is in order. Payback for those texts you sent me while I was working. I almost had to use the bathroom and get some release to get through the rest of my shift.” His words were like currents of electricity through her body as she pictured him stroking his cock thinking of her. His other hand cupped her jaw, and his mouth descended hungrily on hers. As soon as their lips and tongues met, the fire exploded in her belly. Her nipples hardened into little pebbles, and liquid heat pooled between her legs.

  They continued to kiss fervently as Reilly’s hands travelled lower. He flicked his finger over one sensitive bud. Lacey whimpered and arched her back, begging for more. She wished now she hadn’t left the damn bra on, wanting his touch on her bare breasts. He continued to lavish attention on her nipples until they were peaked and so hard she could barely take it. She moved her hips toward his erection invitingly.

  “Patience,” he whispered, continuing the delicious assault on her breasts. “I can’t wait to see you come again. I’ve thought of nothing else all day.”

  He stood next to the bed while she kneeled, facing him. She watched in breathless anticipation as his hand travelled downward and slipped into her panties. As soon as Reilly touched her clit, she bucked her hips forward and cried out. He continued to tweak her nipples with one hand while the other hand stroked her wet pussy.

  Lacey moaned from the hot sweet pulsing between her legs. She reached her arms upward, hooking her fingers behind his neck and caressing his hair. Her whole body was tight like a bow and aching for release.

  “You are so wet for me,” Reilly whispered in her ear.

  Between his words, his tongue on her neck and his fingers working magic, Lacey tried desperately to prolong the sensations but her orgasm was building. Every muscle in her body tightened and her upper thighs began to quiver. She hadn’t stopped fantasizing about him all day. The anticipation was too much. She needed release.

  Reilly tilted her head to the side and upward as his fingers moved faster. “Look at me. I want to see you when you come.”

  His words had the immediate effect and Lacey cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She was light-headed and her vision blurred. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair as she came. Then she collapsed, exhausted in his arms like she’d just run a marathon. Reilly held her tight against him and Lacey became aware of his cock, still hard against her. Twice now she’d gotten him all hot and bothered with no release. And twice he had made her come so easily. She wriggled her body to free herself from his grasp and he groaned but didn’t let her go.

  “You do that again, I’m going to come in my pants like a teenage boy.”

  Lacey blushed and stopped moving. “Um, if you let me go, I, ah, I can help you with that.” Thank God she wasn’t looking at him when she spoke. Her cheeks flamed but damn if she’d keep taking and not give.

  Reilly loosened his grip and she slid her hand down in between them, over his hard length and gave a light squeeze. He made a growling noise but then pulled her hand away.

  “N
o sweetheart,” he grinned. “I’m not done with you yet. I haven’t done any licking or sucking of my own.” He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I want to see you naked and writhing beneath my mouth....until you’re begging for me to fuck you. Only then will I bury my cock deep inside you.” He kissed her again, harder, thrusting his tongue in her mouth as if to show her what he meant. Hot, throbbing tremors shook her body.

  Reilly unhooked her bra, his heated gaze fixed on her breasts as he pulled it off. They sprang free from their constraints, heavy and full and her nipples peaked almost painfully from desire.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered.

  He cupped her full breasts with both of his hands and ran his thumbs over her sensitive nipples. Lacey moaned and threw her head back, arching forward. She gasped as he suckled a bud in his mouth and clutched the back of his head for support. Reilly ravaged first one nipple and then the other. She rocked her hips as the sensations shot straight to her pussy.

  “You taste delicious and I want to taste all of you. Lay down.”

  Lacey fell back on the bed, propping her head on the soft pillows. She wanted his lips all over her body. He moved down her stomach, dropping kisses as he went. She waited impatiently as his fingers finally touched her panties. He lowered them down and yanked them off, leaving her naked.

  Reilly unzipped his jeans, pulled them down and then kicked them away. His boxers hugged his lean hips and washboard stomach. Her mouth went dry. He looked like he should be a model for men’s underwear. His erection strained against the thin, black material. Finally, he tugged off his boxers, giving her a glimpse of his cock. Eagerly, her gaze travelled over him. It was both thick and long. And hard. Completely naked, the man was incredibly sexy, from head to toe. She licked her lips, wishing for a taste and squeezed her tights together. Everything tingled.

  He got up on the bed and spread her legs, exposing her. Lacey focused on the burning desire in his eyes and fought the urge to press her legs closed. Reilly knelt between them and kissed the inside of her thighs. Always dangerously close to her pussy but never fully touching it. She wriggled her hips, silently begging for his touch. Finally he leaned over and flicked his tongue right over her clit. She cried out and pushed her pelvis upward.

  “Hmmm, I knew you would taste so sweet,” he murmured and slid one finger inside her while his tongue continued its delicious assault on the sensitive bud.

  She moaned and clutched the duvet in her hands. Reilly continued licking and sucking until the only thing she was able to focus on was the pulsating between her legs. It was like she was riding the wildest roller coaster, climbing high up the hill, ready for the exciting ride down. Except Reilly kept bringing her higher and higher, drawing out her release.

  He lifted his head, still slowly thrusting in and out of her with his finger. “You have a beautiful pussy,” he said huskily, and gave her clit a long slow lick, followed by another one. Lacey cried out again, turning and twisting on the bed, as he continued teasing her.

  “Please, Reilly,” she begged.

  “Please what?” He stopped licking but continued to stroke his thumb over the sensitive flesh, his fingers still buried inside her.

  “I want you,” she pleaded.

  “What do you want, love?” he asked innocently and licked at her again. She thrust her hips forward, begging for more.

  “I want you inside me,” she cried as he circled her clit again. “I need your cock inside me.”

  “You got it,” he replied with a smile. Reilly sat up, reached into the night stand and pulled out a condom. Still kneeling, he lifted her up until she straddled him. His cock strained toward her, ready. “I’m all yours.”

  Lacey lowered herself and let out a guttural groan as his hard, thick length filled her.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he growled. She stilled, adjusting to his enormous erection. Their eyes locked on each other. Her hands skimmed over the taut muscles in his neck and shoulders.

  “Ride me.” Reilly held her firmly in his lap as she moved. Up and down. His hands gripped her ass. For the first time, Lacey could see him struggling for control. Watching this beautiful man lost in desire made her feel provocative and sensuous.

  She kept her gaze on his with hooded eyes as she lowered one of her hands and parted her folds till her finger found the sweet spot. She rubbed the bundle of nerves and moved up and down faster, squeezing her vaginal muscles at each thrust. His eyes followed her hand. She smiled hearing his carefully chosen but sexy curse words.

  But then he took control again and lifted her off him. Reilly laid her down on the bed and leaned over her, his hard cock brushing against her sensitive clit.

  “My turn to play again,” he whispered.

  Lacey eyes widened not sure how much more she could take. She wanted to climax, badly. Where did he get the self-constraint? He opened her legs wide and rested her feet on each side of his neck. She blushed at being on display again. Reilly gripped his cock in his hand and stroked it a couple times before finally penetrating her. The sight of him stroking his hard cock was almost enough to send her over the edge. She’d never seen anything that hot in her life. With her knees bend and Reilly controlling the tempo, she let herself go to the sensations.

  “Touch yourself again,” Reilly said, his voice hoarse. “Now I’m a better position to watch.”

  Boldly she met his gaze and moved her hand down between them. She lifted her hips to meet his stroke and fondled her aching clit.

  “Fuck, you are sexy. I don’t think I can hold out much longer.” Reilly gritted his teeth and thrust faster. Harder.

  “Oh my God,” Lacey cried and tensed up. She was melting and exploding at the same time. Spasms shook her body as she climaxed.

  “You feel so damn good.” Reilly rammed into her. His arms and torso muscles stiffened and his breathing increased. His cock jerked inside her as he came. They both collapsed back on the bed, Reilly on top of her.

  “Sorry, I must be suffocating you.” He lifted himself up from her. “Be right back.” He got up and strode to the adjoining bathroom. Sprawled on his bed, unable to move, Lacey watched his sexy ass as he walked away.

  After a few minutes, Reilly came back into the bedroom, still gloriously naked and smiling at her. “I love the sight of you stretched across my bed.”

  “I can’t move.” He lied down next to her and pulled her into his arms so her head lay on his chest, their legs entwined. He played with her hair and she sighed and snuggled into him.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked, and she murmured a sleepy no.

  “Thirsty?” She shook her head again and shivered. “You’re cold. Let’s get you under the blankets.” He moved so they could slide under the soft duvet but Lacey propped herself up on her elbows. Now that the fog of desire was lifting, she was a bit uncomfortable with how much she enjoyed lying in his arms. From her limited knowledge of no-strings-attached sex, you didn’t stick around and cuddle afterward.

  “I should get going.” She stretched and yawned. But before she moved further, Reilly yanked back the duvet and pulled her back in the warmth next to him.

  “I am not nearly done with you yet, love.” He leaned over and took her nipple in his mouth and she was shocked how her body responded again. Could she not get enough of him? She gasped when his cock stiffened against her leg. The man was a machine.

  Reilly chuckled against her breast. “It was the delicious stretch you just did,” he said, answering her silent question.

  Lacey battled in her mind on whether to stay or go but when he took her nipple in his mouth once again, her body made the decision for her. She turned toward him, granting him better access and took his hard cock in her hand. It was going to be another sleepless night. A smile crept across her lips just before Reilly lifted his head from her breast and slanted his mouth over hers.

  Chapter Four

  Light filtered in the room and Reilly immediately began aware of Lacey’s soft curves next to
him. He was spooning her again. One arm was thrown over her with his hand splayed on her breast and her luscious ass pressed against his cock. Actually, it was nestled nicely between her cheeks. He moved his hips and bit back a groan as his dick hardened even more. Fuck! He wanted to take her from behind right now. Bend her over and fuck her hard till they both came again and again.

  Lacey stirred in her sleep and this time and he did groan in torture. Hungrily, he cupped her breast. He should let her rest since they’d barely gotten any last night. He had stamina but he’d never had this much sex in such a short period. Reilly also never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Lacey.

  She moved again, pushing her ass toward him. If he didn’t know better, he’d say she was teasing him. He tweaked and rolled her nipple. Just as expected, she responded with a whimper and rocked her hips. God, he loved her beautiful tits. High and firm and they fit into his hand perfectly. He played with the little bud for a while longer before moving lower, loving that they’d gone to bed naked. His finger stroked the wet folds of her pussy with light, teasing touches until her breathing grew short and rapid. Lacey’s legs parted enough for him to insert a finger in her wetness while his thumb continued feather-like circles on her clit. He yearned to taste her again.

  She gripped the sheet tightly in her fingers and groaned, the sound muffled by the pillow. His cock jerked against her ass. The sounds she made were fucking sexy. Her body tensed against his and he inserted another finger adding more pressure. Reilly pressed his hard length against the softness of her buttocks

  “See what you do to me?”

  “Believe me, the feeling is mutual,” she whispered back.

  “Get on your knees for me, love.” He helped her to the desired position and grabbed another condom on the nightstand. He positioned his cock at her slit and inserted the head a bit before pulling it out and rubbing it against her clit. Then back again. Teasing her until they were both breathing loud and trembling in anticipation. Unable to take any more, Reilly slid into her and groaned. So good. Tight and wet. He gripped the sides of her hips as he fucked her.