“Good fucking God, Ladd. Where did you get that?”
“You like?” he asked as he gave a little twirl around making the kilt fan out around his muscular thighs. Fuck, he was way too sexy for me to keep my cool.
“I like so fucking much, babe. You look sexy as hell in my family tartan. Tell me, what are you wearing under that kilt?”
“I guess you’ll just have to reach over and find out.” Ladd gave me an impish grin and stepped closer until his naked chest was flush with my t-shirt covered torso.
I let my hand grab his hip and trailed it down the side of his thigh until I got to the bottom edge of the kilt. I let my hand ever so slowly slide under and then up, prolonging this moment of anticipation for both of us. My hand curved around to the back of Ladd’s thigh and continued up until I finally met a strip of material that did not feel like regular underwear. I felt around, groping and grabbing a little along the way and realized Ladd was wearing a jock, but it wasn’t like any jock I’d ever seen, I was sure.
“What have you been up to, Ladd?” I gripped one of his bared ass cheeks and squeezed. “As much as I love you in this kilt, I want to see what you’ve got on underneath.”
His smirk was priceless as he smiled like the cat that ate the cream. He’d be eating more than cream tonight if I had anything to say about it. That thought brought out my own smirk, and I smiled into Ladd’s neck, whispering, “Strip for me, Laddy, and show me what you have under there, you bad boy.”
Ladd removed his sporran, placing it on the kitchen table, then began undoing the kilt’s clasps, finally letting the plaid fall to the floor. And once again, he held me absolutely speechless with his attire.
“Jesus Christ, Ladd, you’re trying to give me a heart attack aren’t you, babe? Cause, those,” I pointed at his underwear, “Those, have got to be the sexiest fucking things I have ever seen.”
Ladd preened under my admiration, and I took a minute to appreciate what I was seeing. Ladd, the kinky fucker, had gotten himself the tiniest pair of black lace panties I’d ever seen. They were stretched across the front and cupped his cock and balls in a gorgeously filthy pouch that I wanted to lick. I twirled my finger around in a circle, and Ladd took instructions, spinning slowly so I could see the entire picture. The surprises kept coming when he turned, and I finally saw that the panties weren’t just lace, but completely assless as well. That’s why I had thought it was a jock. This was so much better than any fucking jock.
“Christ Almighty, Ladd, I want to do dirty, dirty things to you in that lace, baby. When did you get these? Are you really into this? Because if you are, I have no problem helping you feed this particular interest.” I couldn’t stay away any longer, so I walked up to him and got two huge handfuls of his pale lace framed ass.
Ladd smiled with his eyes and gave a little giggle as his face and chest blushed his beautiful shade of scarlet. “Honestly, I’ve always wanted to try something like this, but I was always worried some guy would find out and make fun of me, or worse, hurt me. So I never had the nerve to try it until now. I knew that if you didn’t like it, you’d tell me, but you wouldn’t hurt me or belittle me. And now, I’m so glad I took the risk. I love the way they feel. It’s delicious and naughty, and I love the way the black lace looks against my pale skin. I feel sexy.” He reached down and roughly grabbed my hard cock, “And I love the reaction I’m getting.”
Fuck yeah, he was getting a reaction. “Well, you’re right, I love them on you, and now, I need to take this to the bedroom and show you just how much.” I dropped my hands down to Ladd’s knees and lifted telling him to jump up. He swung his legs around my waist, and I stalked my way through the house to our room kissing the shit out of him along the way. Ladd had his hands in my hair, pulling and tugging my head from side to side trying to get the perfect angle for our hungry mouths.
When I got to the bedroom and closed the door, I sat on the bed and then reclined, spreading my bulk across the comforter with Ladd looming over me. “I’m all yours, Laddy. Whatever you want tonight is yours.” Ladd grinned and began pulling my t-shirt up. I sat up for a moment so he could pull it off, then resettled onto my back. We always took our shoes off at the front door, so Ladd made quick work of removing my jeans, underwear, and socks, then settled back on top of me. He ran his hands slowly over his chest, along his neck and up into his hair, throwing his head back as he enjoyed his own caresses. I was mesmerized by this sensual side of Ladd. He was seducing himself, and I lay there and watched him work himself into a state of deep lust. He pinched his own nipples and moaned at the pain and pleasure, then cupped his cock through the lace and hissed at the foreign feeling. He had me so turned on, I couldn’t wait another minute, so I gripped his hips and urged him forward. “I need to taste you, baby, come up here and ride my face.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement, climbing up to straddle my face and give me a face full of musky black lace. The first lick made both of us moan so loudly I thanked God we were alone in the house. It was my dirtiest fantasy to see Ladd’s cock and balls like this. The contrast of the soft fabric and his hard dick made my insides melt, and my own balls draw up tight. Ladd’s hands gripped my hair tightly on both sides and pulled me tight into him. I loved that tight grip as I licked and nuzzled and nipped him until the fabric was soaked and neither one of us could be silent or still. At last, Ladd pulled his hands away and moved back down my body. “I want to ride you, Connor. Get me ready, so I can ride you, babe.”
I didn’t have to be asked twice, so I moved him off me for a second while I reached into the bedside table and brought back the supplies we kept there. I suited myself up and slicked my fingers, then pulled Ladd down for a scorching kiss while I got him ready to ride me like he wanted. The panties stayed on by mutual agreement. They turned both of us on too much to get rid of them.
When he was ready, Ladd pulled back from our last melting kiss and whispered, “One of my thoughts when I saw you that first time in the supply closet was that I wanted to ride a man like you. I wanted to hold all that strength under me and ride you like a bull.” He gave me his sexy as fuck smirk again, “Get ready to buck, Conn, cause I’m going for longer than eight seconds.”
Ladd did not lie. He eased himself down onto my hard length gingerly, but once he was settled all the way down, he wasted no time in setting a punishing rhythm. His hands found purchase on my pecs, digging his short nails into my skin, keeping time with his thrusts. He undulated his hips back and forth fucking himself with abandon on top of me, driving me wild with the motion and his clenching hole. I was close so quickly it stunned me, and I had to warn him. “Ladd, you got me close already, baby.” I clenched my hands around his hips and just hung on for this ride.
“Oh, God, Conn, I’m so close, too. Touch me, babe. Please touch me.”
I wasted no time pulling the lace panties down, spitting into my palm, then circling my hand around his angry red cock. Ladd whined his pleasure when I started to pump him in the same rhythm he was working me. We were both lost to sensation, bucking against each other, reaching for our completion, but never letting go of one another. It only took a minute or two more, and we both hit our peak, coming at almost the same time. Ladd’s hot load spilled all over my hand and across my belly as I thrust hard into my Laddy and let myself go.
Boneless and spent afterward, Ladd fell forward onto my chest and hugged me tight. “I love you, Connor. That was amazing.”
“I love you, too, Laddy. Fuck yeah, it was amazing. You need to tell me where you got these little beauties because Christmas is coming up and I have a whole new category to put on my list.” Ladd snickered into my chest, then lifted up until he was resting on his forearms. He leaned down and nipped my chin once before answering. “I’ll give you the website if you promise to let me shop with you. I have a feeling shopping for satin and lace with you could be just as fun as actually wearing it.”
“You are not wrong about that, babe. I always thought my only fetish where you were concerned was your bow ties, but obviously, I was wrong.”
Ladd kept eye contact with me as he moved himself off me and onto the mattress by my side. “I knew you had a thing with my ties! You’ll have to tell me all about it sometime soon. Right now though, I think we both need a shower. It’s been a long day, and I’m exhausted. Clean me and put me to bed, Conn.” Ladd held out his arms, and I grasped his small but strong hands in mine. I did wind up carrying my man to the shower and washing away the day. Afterward, I cleaned up the bed and tucked us in, Ladd clutched tightly to my side. That night, I fell asleep knowing that the contentment I felt in my chest could always be mine if I only had the balls to ask for it. I made a vow to myself right then that I would talk to James the next day. I had some jewelry to order.
