I left him there, then wandered around the small store taking in the neatly presented mannequins and the section for curvier women. There wasn’t any plain black or cream lingerie like Cyclone, my younger sister, always complained about as her only choices, so I made a mental note to tell her about this place. Cyclone was slightly wider than the blokes in our family and she had curves a straight man would be crazy for. She had the Sweeney blood in her, which meant she had a natural attractiveness about her.
Her last husband, a jackarse I had to end up throwing in the creek as croc bait, had cheated on her. He’d left her and their daughter, Stormy, heartbroken by his departure forgreener pastures.Hence, he had to die. No man broke my sister’s and niece’s hearts. Cyclone didn’t know I’d killed him, but she probably suspected.
“What do you think about this?” Finn asked.
I turned and smiled immediately when my attention settled on the romper in his hands. Delicate was one word for it, sexy as hell were another few. The material was an olive-colored silk with black lace trim around the bottom of the legs—which would reach his upper thighs—and around the collar. The top was V-shaped and would dip down to the middle of his chest, between his nipples, and there were four buttons that went to the center of the romper to open it up more if needed.
And fuck, I definitelyneeded.
“Hmm. Perfect.” My words came out growly. “Put it on the counter.”
He did as I instructed and went back to browsing. I watched him this time, unable to tear my gaze away from him as he picked up a deep violet corset, head tilted curiously as he turned it around to take a good look. The ribbons on the back were black, and like the romper, it had black lace trim around the top and bottom. This one also had a bow in the center where the breast section of the corset dipped.
“Try it on,” I ordered.
He glanced at me. “I’ve never worn a corset.”
“First time for everything.” I shifted forward and took the fancy underthings from him. “Let me help you.”
When I glanced at East, he was already waving me toward the dressing rooms, which were behind a wide, bright pink curtain the same color as his hair. I nodded at him in thanks and grabbed Finn’s elbow, leading him like a lost lamb. We passed the curtain and behind it was four dressing rooms with more curtains—these ones were black, though.
Outside, the bell on the door jingled, and East greeted a new customer.
I guided Finn into the second dressing room on the right and closed the curtain behind us. Inside was nice. East had set it up like he expected couples to model the clothes for each other. The space was wide and large, and in one corner was a comfy pink chair beside a tall mirror.
“Get your shirt and anything under it off.”
While he did what I’d ordered, I unpegged the corset. I licked my lips as he slipped off the blue silk that had been hiding under his T-shirt. When he was naked from the waist up, he shifted his weight between his feet, palms rubbing over the scars on his chest and up his neck. I ignored his obvious insecurities and spun my finger in a circle, gesturing for him to turn. He did as I’d instructed, and I reached around his sinewy chest, pressing the front of the corset to him, then wrapped it around his body.
He did up the metal pegs, then held the corset against himself as I used the black ribbons to tie it at his back. I tugged, and he gasped as the steel boning tightened on his chest. I pulled at the ribbons again and took pleasure in the way his breath left his mouth. My cock went from interested to full-blown hard in a matter of seconds. Nothing was going to stop me from getting a stiffy at the sight of Finn like this, vulnerable and breathy as I tightened the corset around him.
I leaned in. “You’re getting me so hard right now,” I whispered in his ear.
He gave me a lustful glance over his shoulder. “Me too.”
I grinned and kissed him on his lovely lips. Grabbing the bottom one with my thumb, I dragged it down to see his teeth. “I want you to suck my cock like this, Lolly. Get on your knees and show me how much you appreciate me buying you this lingerie.”
He gave me one of those honeyed smiles that had helped me choose his pet name. “Yes, sir. Anything for you.”
“Good boy.” I finished tying up all the ribbons tightly, listening to every gasp that escaped his mouth until they were all secured. When I was done, I shifted to sit on the pink chair, leaning back and spreading my arms. “Come here, my sweet Lolly.”
He smoothed his hands down the front of the violet corset, slim fingers touching and playing with the various ridges in the stiff material. Staring at me from under those long lashes, he slowly fell to his knees. He had clingy black jeans on, which meant nothing hid his own interest as his boner strained against the confines of his pants. He fell to his hands as well and crawled forward, and the sight made my cock jerk in an obscene amount of desire. I was nearly worried that I’d come in my shorts like a teenager.
The corset was created for a male, but it was still open at the top where his nipples were, giving me a peek of the teasing pink nubs. My mouth watered and my cock gave another hard throb.
“Fuck.” I spread my legs farther as he finally reached me and laid his hands on my knees. He sat up and walked his fingers up my thighs toward the zipper of my shorts. His mouth curled with a confidence I hadn’t seen much of yet, and it was the man from last night. Putting on something feminine was clearly like taking off a mask for him and he blossomed.
He grabbed my zipper and slowly tugged it down. The teeth parted, and when the zip hit the bottom, he unbuttoned me and reached into the waistband of my jocks, pulling my long, rigid cock out for his eyes to feast on.
He moaned at the sight and leaned forward like a starving man, taking the head straight into his mouth to suck. He eagerly licked at my tip, his hand trying hard to grip the base as he worked. There was more excitement in his actions this time, as if the fear of my size that he had earlier was no longer there. He dipped his tongue into my slit, and while I wanted to lean my head back and savor every second, I couldn’t look away from how the corset clung to his slim chest.
I petted the skin above the material before slowly slipping my fingers lower until they’d slid under the top and were tweaking his nubs. He whimpered, and my cock gave a painful jerk against his wet tongue.
“Take more of it in, Lolly,” I ordered gently.
He slowly slid his mouth farther down my cock, and I waited, watching, as he managed to get half of it inside. I couldn’t stop the temptation to thrust, making his reflexes kick in. He gagged and choked, pulling back to cough.
I winced apologetically. “Sorry, Lolly. Got carried away.”
