Page 34 of Jace 4Ever
My chuckle escaped before I could even think to stop it. “Baby blue thigh highs.”
“Oh, fuck.” The words escaped on a slow breath, but his hands moved to pull my pants all the way off frantically. While he was distracted, I pulled my shirt up and over my head and threw it on the floor.
Nelson sat back on his couch and trailed his fingers over the fine nylon I was wearing. “I didn’t know I had a thing for lingerie.” He offered both of his hands and I took them, letting him pull me into a sitting position.
Those incredible fingers danced over the still wet but now cooling front of my panties. His eyes found mine when he finally looked up. “Walk for me. Show me.”
I slipped off the couch as gracefully as I could and stood in front of him.
“Shit, they’re a thong.” The words were a whisper, but I heard them loud and clear.
“I was going to let you unwrap me later,” I explained, taking a few steps back. “But someone is impatient and just likes to see me come.”
“And likes to watch you stretch that pretty, filthy mouth around my dick,” he added.
“There’s that.”
Putting just a little swing in my hips, I walked a catwalk turn around the sitting room. I’d bought the thigh highs on a whim a while ago, and I didn’t think I would have the chance to wear them. Nelson, on the other hand, bought me half a dozen pairs of absolutely sinful delicates, and the blues matched. I had to wear them.
I hoped he’d like them. Not all gay men liked femme, and I’d been the victim of their hate more than once. And underwear was one thing, but nylons were a whole other level of femme. One I wanted to go to but had been terrified with every single guy I’d been with.
Until Nelson.
His eyes roamed my body. I didn’t think I was anything special—a bit on the skinny side, no real pecs to speak of, pale, and plain. But the way Nelson was looking at me it made me feel…good. Sexy. Desired.
The tongue that I loved to feel on me darted out to wet his lips and my dick gave a valiant attempt to rise. Nelson’s cock, on the other hand, was back in the game: ruddy, stiff, and with drops of precum already staining the tip. His hand drifted down as I made the final corner on my little catwalk, grasping himself and slowly pumping.
“Jace…”
I turned my back to him and leaned over, putting my hands on the coffee table, spreading my legs, and wiggling my ass. I’dneverbeen this bold before, and I gave myself permission to be dirty. “Fuck me, Nelson?”
He didn’t need to be asked twice.
