Eli laughed and grabbed the panties thathad actually made it to the bed before flopping back against the pillows again.“It’s going to be fine. You worry too much.” He held up the little blackpanties and grinned. “These would be perfect.”
“I worry just the right amount, thank youvery much. You just don’t worry enough. And there is no way I’m wearing those.”There just wasn’t much to them.
I looked back down at the clothes in thedrawer and tried to figure out what to wear. But I couldn’t get Eli’sstriptease images out of my head. Doing something like that wasn’t me, andwasn’t something I could make look natural, but the heels and the shirt wouldmake the perfect backdrop for the right panties.
Trying to picture what Wilder would like,because that was really what it was about, I pulled out a pair of black, sheer,lacy panties that were sexy but not as tiny as the ones Eli was twirling aroundon one finger.
They looked a lot like the ones Wilder hadalready said sounded intriguing.
They wrapped around my hips and left mostof my ass bare, meeting in the middle for a nearly G-string back that went downbetween my cheeks. There was just enough fabric in the front to tuck my cock toone side.
They wouldn’t work for hiding I was a guy—no,they were for drawing attention to that.
As I let my fingers wander over the fabric,Eli sat up and looked at what I was playing with. “Oh, those are good too.”
“Do you think?” Part of me wanted to goback to something plainer, but then I remembered the look on Wilder’s face.
Eli was right, Wilder had spelled out veryclearly that he wanted to see the things I liked. He’d done as much as he couldon his own. He’d gone to the website to see what I’d worn and had clearly beenthinking about it.
But the next part was up to me.
“Absolutely. You’re going to knock hissocks off. Hopefully, something sexier than that other pair.” Eli’s facescrunched up like I was a new animal he couldn’t classify…like he’d met bigfootor something. “I can’t believe you let him get away without trying to seducehim. Even a blow job or something to get him naked.”
“Eli!” God, when was I going to learn notto share? “He was controlling things and seemed content with the way it went.It’s not like I was playing hard to get at that point. If he’d wanted to takethings further he would’ve said something.”
Right?
His desire had been evident, I’d felt itpressing into my back as we’d cuddled and as he’d touched me. I wanted to pushthings further than he’d taken them, though. He’d made it clear that he’dfooled around a little, but it had never been anything serious, and it didn’tsound like he’d gone very far.
Letting some guy jerk him off or go down onhim in the back of a bar wasn’t the same thing as making out with a date.Wilder seemed to take everything in stride, but I knew that a lot of guyswould’ve panicked at that point, and I hadn’t wanted to push him.
Yes, I’d imagined for days what it would’vebeen like to undress him and touch him, but I’d wait until he was ready, oruntil he gave me permission. God, that was hot enough that my cock started tothicken. Trying to mentally change the subject, because the thought of Wilderdominating me was just too perfect, I turned my focus back to Eli. “How arethings with you and Roman?”
I was mostly interested in how things werewith his family, but I wasn’t sure if Eli was ready to talk about that yet. Eligrinned. “Fabulous. Oh, I wanted to talk to you about that photo shoot idea.”
He was like a dog obsessing over hisfavorite toy. I was going to end up doing that photo shoot just to get him tofocus on something else.
Eli didn’t seem to realize he was drivingme crazy, though. He could just see it so clearly in his head and was soexcited that he charged right in again. “I was talking with Roman, and we hadthe best idea. What do you think about asking Wilder to do it with you?”
What?
I just stood there staring at him.
Eli seemed to realize I was shocked becausehe sat up again, gesturing excitedly. “You can’t say no yet. You haven’t heardthe whole idea. Wilder has all those fabulous tattoos, and theyhavetokeep going across his body, you know they do. You have that sweetness thatshows up in the photos, it would be such a cool BDSM shoot. The contrast wouldbe amazing.”
He was too excited and too convinced he wasright to understand the word no at that point. The fact that he was probablyright didn’t help either. Even I had to admit the scene would be fabulous. Ijust couldn’t see Wilder doing it or even asking him to consider it. Justimagining the conversation was almost impossible.
“We’ll see. I’m not promising anything,Eli.” That was as close as I could get to bursting his bubble. I just had towait until Roman brought it up and then I could find a way to get out of it. Romancould be difficult sometimes, but he knew when to back off.
Unlike Eli.
Eli just smiled. If he heard any reluctancein my voice, he ignored it—which didn’t surprise me at all. “You’ll see. It’llbe fabulous.”
The new conversation was just as difficultas the old one. Sometimes, I wasn’t even sure why I tried with him. “What areyou guys doing this weekend?”
He shrugged. “I’m not sure yet. Roman has ashoot Saturday afternoon that I’m going to help with, and I’ve got some otherpaperwork I have to do. It should be a fairly lazy weekend, though.”
“No crazy shoots planned for just the twoof you?”
