Lush in Lace (15 page)

It wasn’t an epiphany or an
aha
moment
for me because I’d been in love with Scott Lush for as long as I
could remember. But somehow, in this moment, my love for Scott felt
bigger than anything else I’d ever known. Even though, I wasn’t
ready to say those three little words out loud just yet, I wanted
him to know this was more than just sex.

“Scott, I know this is your first time, but I
want you to know that no matter what happens I—”

Scott’s hand shifted from my balls back to my
cock, grasping it firmly and stroking it from root to tip. “Do you
think we could save the mushy stuff until afterward, Squeaker?
Because I really don’t think I can wait any longer to taste
you.”

“Um… sure, yeah, definitely.” I nodded
hastily as he continued to stroke me.

Scott’s next action took me by surprise. He’d
said he wanted to taste me. I fully expected that his first touch
would be tentative and unsure, but that’s not what I got at all. He
didn’t start with a slow lick or even with just the tip of my dick.
No, he filled his mouth with as much of my cock as he could take
while his other hand slid under me, massaging my ass.

“Motherfuckingsonofa—” I swore, my hips
bucking off the bed toward his skilled mouth. “Fuck, Lush. What the
hell? Jesus, don’t stop!”

He took advantage of my position, maneuvering
his hand to the crack of my ass. His finger zeroed in on my hole
while his mouth bobbed up and down on my shaft.

I was lost in a sea of my own grunts and
groans, gripping the headboard with enough pressure to dent the
wood. It was the only thing stopping me from exploding down his
throat.

“Good?” he asked after releasing my cock with
a
pop,
looking for some reassurance.

I couldn’t speak. Hell, I could barely
breathe, however, I did manage to tilt my lips up in a satisfied
smile.

“I’ve been studying,” he informed me,
proudly.

That statement got my immediate
attention.

“With who?” I growled, impulsively grabbing
him by his hair and lifting his head away from my cock.

He pried my hand off his head. “Fuck. On the
Internet, Squeaker. Jealous much?” he asked with a smirk.

I felt my entire body relax at his admission.
I knew I was acting crazy, but the thought of him “studying” with
another man drove me insane. I tweaked one of his nipples in
response to his sarcasm.

“I meant it when I said you’re the only man I
want,” he continued between occasional licks to my spit-soaked
shaft. “I studied as much as I could, hoping one day I’d get the
chance to practice for real with you. I even ordered all the stuff
we’d need just in case.”

“Where?” I asked.

Scott slid his big body across my lap and
reached over to open his nightstand drawer. It was filled with
toys, accessories, lube, and condoms. He was right. He had
everything we’d need for a long while.

When he went to move back to my side, I
pressed my hand against the small of his back, stopping him. I
liked this position, Scott’s naked body sprawled over my lap, his
ass in the perfect position for me to slap, spread, or finger.

I trailed my hand along his silk hose, loving
the feel of his muscular thighs beneath the delicate material. My
hand drifted higher until I could trace the line of string along
his ass crack and grasp the handle of the butt plug that was still
securely in place.

“Pass me the lube and lift up a bit,” I
ordered.

Scott eagerly did my bidding. When his hips
lifted, I rolled the manties down and off his legs, leaving his
smooth ass bare and exposed.

“Spread your knees a bit. Yes, like
that.”

I could feel his body trembling, his hard
cock pressed against the side of my thigh.

Damn, he was so tempting.
I wanted
nothing more than to roll his big body over and slam my cock inside
of him, but I held back. Even if it killed me, I’d take my time
with Scott tonight.

Slowly, I rolled the lilac-colored stockings
down and off each leg. Opening the lube, I dribbled it over both of
his cheeks. I took my time massaging his ass, along the tops of
this thighs, and finally up the length of his back and shoulders. I
massaged everywhere I could reach with him sprawled across my lap.
Everywhere except where he really wanted.

Scott’s big body tensed whenever my fingers
neared the crack of his ass. He was moaning helplessly and grinding
his cock against my thigh.

“Fuck, Rylan, please.” He eventually
broke.

He wasn’t the only one being tortured.
Touching him without touching where I really wanted to was pure
hell—sinful, beautiful, nerve-racking hell.

Finally, I took hold of the base of the butt
plug. “You want this out?” I asked with a slight tug.

“Now who’s the dumb-ass?” Scott replied,
frustrated.

I pinched his ass cheek hard in response.

“Ow! Fuck. Yes. Please. Take it out and
replace it with your cock.”

Shit.

Without hesitation, I turned my body and
shifted out from under him. “Lie on your back, legs apart, hips
up.”

I placed a pillow under his ass and sat back
on my heels to admire the view of a ready and willing Scott Lush,
waiting for me to fuck him.

Grabbing the plug once again, I removed it
slowly, gauging his response for any signs of discomfort. When it
was finally out, I slicked my finger with lube and slid into
heaven.

“Rylan!” he hissed seductively.

My name on Scott’s lips spurred me on. I was
going too fast. I knew it, but I had no choice. I’d come before I
even got near his ass if I didn’t speed things up. I added another
slick finger and felt him adjust to accommodate my invasion.

“I don’t think I can wait much longer to be
inside you,” I moaned.

He hissed out a curse. “Then don’t. I’m
ready,” Scott encouraged me.

I rolled a condom on and spread more lube
over my covered cock and his hole. Carefully, I grabbed his hands
and placed them on my hipbones.

“If it’s too much, push me away,” I coached
him. “The last thing I want is to hurt you, but I don’t know how
much control I’m gonna have once I’m inside of your sweet ass,
Lush. Push me away if you need to. Okay?”

Scott nodded, even though we both knew he
wouldn’t stop me.

With one hand, I held his balls up and away,
so I could watch my cock entering him for the first time. With the
other, I held one of his legs high and back, leaving him open for
me.

I was prepared for the edgy, urgent feeling
that washed over me when I began to breach his tight virgin ass.
However, I never expected my lungs to ignite into flames or my
heart to expand painfully in my chest.

Scott was on his elbows too, watching. His
stunning green eyes met mine, and I knew he felt everything I was
feeling in that moment. It was more than my cock filling him. It
was a connection on a much deeper level.

“You okay?” I asked when I felt that first
ring of muscle finally give way to the pressure of my cock.

Scott nodded and grunted while tipping his
head back on the pillow as I pushed my cock farther into his tight
channel.

“That’s it. Fuck, you feel good,” I
praised.

“Oh god.”

Scott’s hands were still at my waist, holding
me but not pushing me away. I took that as a good sign and sank my
cock deeper inside him. His teeth were clenched, his eyes closed,
and I could see a sheen of perspiration adorn his brow. He grunted
again and moved one of his hands from my hip to grasp at the
sheets. I could see the corded muscles in his arms twitch as he
held on tightly to the bedding.

I was too far gone to stop now. I pushed
steadily forward a little more until… “That’s all. I’m in, Scott.
Fuck, I’m all the way in. Damn, you did so good, taking all of my
cock.”

He opened his beautiful eyes and smiled, then
dramatically released the long breath he’d apparently been holding.
He flexed and relaxed his internal muscles around me, learning what
it felt like to have a cock inside him.

“Oh shit,” I hissed when he began to slowly
rotate his hips around my cock. “Tell me how it feels?” I
prompted.

“Full and strange, but so fucking
incredible,” Scott hissed, while continuing to squeeze and rotate
against me.

“Oh god. I’m gonna move now, okay?” I warned
him when I could no longer hold off.

He nodded.

“Stop me if it’s too much.”

Slowly, I slid my shaft almost entirely out,
then even more slowly I slid back in.

Out. In.

Out. In.

Out. In. I repeated the motion, picking up
the pace with every glide while watching Scott for any sign of
discomfort. There was none, only his increased breathing and more
grinding of his hips. He used his hands to grip my sides, holding
me tightly against him.

I was getting close.

“Stroke your cock for me, Lush,” I ordered
while I continued to fuck him.

Scott’s big fist wrapped around his girth and
began to pump furiously. The sight was enough to light that
familiar fire inside me, only this time it was too intense to
ignore.

Through my euphoric haze, I heard Scott
grunting and cursing beneath me. I felt his body’s jerky movements
against my cock right before the first jets of his cum shot out
onto his chest. Finally—mercifully—I let myself go. I thrust
steadily, bucking against his ass before everything ceased. The
world around me faded away, and I exploded within him on a hoarse
cry.

“Rylan!” he shouted as he continued to stroke
himself. “Oh god! Oh god!”

“Yes, fuck yes, Scott. Come for me again,” I
demanded.

I watched his fist tighten around his shaft
and yet another load of milky-white fluid spatter on his chest as
he ground wildly against my cock. When I’d given him all I had, I
released his leg and slowly eased my cock from his ass. He grunted
but other than that, Scott was too exhausted to move.

I discarded the condom in the trash near the
bed then flopped back down beside him. We lay together panting and
sweaty, staring at the ceiling, both allowing our bodies to return
to their normal rhythm after such a powerful experience.

“So, what happens now?” Scott asked.

****

-Rylan-

I didn’t know how to respond to Scott’s
question. There were so many things I wanted to say, most
importantly that he was mine. I’d staked my claim tonight, and I
wasn’t about to let Scott go. However, I was also terrified of
scaring him off again.

“I guess I owe you an apology,” I said
instead.

“For the best orgasm I’ve ever had?” he
asked.

His teasing words offered me a little relief
from my nerves.

“No, for earlier. I overreacted and I’m
sorry.”

Scott chuckled. “You seem to overreact a lot,
Squeaker.”

I did, but only with him. “Fuck you, Lush,” I
snapped back, nudging him playfully with my elbow.

“I’m hoping you’ll do that a lot too,” he
replied, turning onto his side to face me.

“Do what? Fuck you?”

He nodded.

“So you liked that?” I asked, feeling
smug.

“I fucking loved it. I’ve never experienced
anything like that before. I want to do it again,” he said,
reaching out to stroke my still sticky, already alert cock.

“Maybe when you’re not so sore,” I offered.
God knows I wanted him again, but I was mindful that this was his
first time. If only he’d stop touching me. His hand on my cock was
making it impossible for me to stick to my resolve.

“Or I could fuck you,” Scott offered shyly,
instantly negating my hesitancy.

“Are you telling me you want my ass?” I
teased, though deep down his words thrilled me.

Scott nodded but refused to look me in the
eyes.

“Hey, don’t,” I said, grabbing his chin and
forcing him to look up at me. “Don’t hide from me. I want
everything that you want. And I like this total-honesty policy. I
like it a lot. I don’t want you to ever be afraid to tell me
anything, especially what you want in bed.”

I felt him relax against me. “Me too,” he
agreed. “I want more of what we just shared, Rylan. I loved it, but
I want to know how it feels to be inside you.”

“Fuck, I want that too,” I hissed.

“Really? You sure?” he asked surprised.

He had a lot to learn about gay
relationships, and I was so glad I’d get to be the one to teach
him.

“Definitely.”

“Well, I’m ready when you are, Squeaker,” he
declared, taking my hand and wrapping it around his already erect
cock as if I needed proof.

“Get the lube,” I ordered, opening a condom
and sheathing his dick with it as he fumbled around on the bed for
the bottle.

I poured a good amount of the slick fluid
onto his covered cock and another squirt onto his hand before
leaning in for a quick kiss.

“How do you want me, Lush?” I asked, aware
that he must have had more than a few fantasies about this
moment.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

I smiled, already suspecting that would be
his choice. Turning, I settled myself on all fours in front of him
and waited.

“Sweet Jesus,” he hissed, spreading me open
with one hand while his other hand coated my sensitive entrance
with lube.

“I don’t want to hurt you either,” I heard
him whisper behind me.

“You won’t,” I assured him even though I
wasn’t positive of that fact.

Scott’s cock was a lot bigger than average,
and I didn’t often bottom. However, I desperately craved the
pleasurable pain I’d experience this first time with him. I’d be
fulfilling one of my own favorite fantasies. Hell, my cock was
already leaking in anticipation.

As his finger hesitantly breached my hole, he
whispered soft, encouraging words about how tight, firm, and sexy
my ass was. His praise spurred me on, and I found myself pushing
back against him, riding his finger, desperate for more.