Lush in Lace by A.J. Ridges Page A

back and the solid length of my body at his front. Scott could
have easily pushed me away. Even at the same height, his body
dwarfed mine in overall size, but still he didn’t move.
    I took his stillness as encouragement and
slipped one arm around his waist. He tensed again when my hand
slipped down into the back of his pants and past the tiny elastic
waistband of the thong. When he still didn’t stop me, I allowed my
fingers to travel toward the warm line of his ass, searching for
that precious strip of cloth that covered his treasure.
    I held my breath, fearful that any minute now
this giant of a man was going to kick my ass or worse, stop me
before I could feel that intimate part of him I’d only ever dreamed
about. Hell, maybe this was a dream?
    No, it was too real. There were too many
sensations surrounding me for this to be a dream.
    I inhaled Scott’s spicy scent mixed with the
tiniest tang of sweat from a night spent on the dance floor. The
heat from his body engulfed me, keeping us both warm in the cool
night air. His quick, choppy breaths tickled my neck and drummed
against my ear. It was impossible for him to hide his reaction.
Which led me to ask myself—why?
    Why was Scott allowing me to touch him?
    Why was he acting as if he liked the feel of
my fingers on his ass?
    And why the hell was his cock hardening
against my thigh?
    I wasn’t about to waste these precious
seconds guessing at the answers. Instead, I’d push him as far as I
could and deal with the consequences later.
    With one hand on the railing, I used the
other to follow the trail of thin string down his ass crack. I
didn’t get far; his legs were too close together.
    “Let me,” I whispered daringly against his
neck.
    Once again, Scott surprised me by widening
his stance, allowing me access to that tight ring of puckered skin,
still clamped firmly shut but so tempting. “You’ve been good
tonight, Lush,” I praised, while caressing his most private
entrance.
    “Mmmmm, uggggh,” he moaned, and I felt his
body shivering against mine.
    “I like those sweet little sounds you
make.”
    I kept circling his opening, adding a slight
amount of pressure with each pass. It was not enough to enter him,
but enough to let him know I could if I wanted to. The crazy thing
was I think he’d let me if I tried.
    Shifting, I brushed my solid cock against his
own and was gifted with another soft moan at my ear. Fuck, he was
big, like every-gay-man’s-fantasy kind of big.
    Twice, Scott leaned his body into mine as I
swiveled my hips, our cocks dueling with each other beneath our
clothes.
    “Don’t,” he warned a few moments later when I
found the courage to increase the pressure of my finger on his
hole.
    “You sure?” I asked, aching for the chance to
finally be inside him, even if it was only the tip of one
finger.
    He nodded.
    I tried to hide my disappointment, moving my
hand to his ass cheek. “You’re softer here than I imagined,” I
admitted. “And the sounds you make are so sweet, Scott. I wonder if
that’s how you’d taste too, sweet and sinful.”
    He whimpered at my words, and I wished more
than anything that I could turn my fantasy into a reality.
    Unfortunately, a slew of wedding guests chose
that exact moment to enter the sanctuary of the terrace. I had no
choice but to remove my hand from Scott’s pants and take a step
back.
    He paused for less than a heartbeat before
placing his big hands on my chest, shoving me away forcefully. It
was as if the magnitude of what just happened only now occurred to
him.
    The force of his blow caused me to stumble
back a few steps, further separating us. I’ll admit his reaction
shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did, especially after the
freedom he’d allowed me with his body.
    “Satisfied?” Scott bit out. However, this
time when he asked the question, his eyes were ablaze with anger
instead of lust.
    “Not by a fucking long shot,” I admitted
without remorse. In that moment, I had to