Page 57 of Lost and Lassoed

He bit my lip. “Shut up, Theodora.”

“Make me.” He kissed me harder then, so hard it would’ve hurt if it didn’t feel so fucking good. We were all teeth and tongues and hands and skin.

One of Gus’s hands was gripping my ass and the other was cupping my neck. I could feel his thumb on my throat, and I wanted him to press it down.

He pushed me harder into the door, and I moaned again. I felt his cock straining between us, and suddenly, being fully clothed and pressed against the door was the last place I wanted to be. I wanted to be naked and under him or in front of him or on top of him. For once, I didn’t have a strong preference.

I reached down to pull my shirt over my head, and Gus lowered me to my feet to help. Once it was over my head, he tossed it aside without taking his eyes off me. There was nothing but eye contact now. I wasn’t wearing anything under the oversize shirt and sleep shorts that I’d put on for bed.

He uttered a low growl, and I felt it all the way down my spine. The way he was looking at me was like he had poured me into a glass and was gulping me down.

I’d never felt anything like it.

I thought he was going to kiss me again, but instead hebrought his hand up to my face and lightly grabbed my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Do you want to do this, Teddy baby?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Are you sure?” He brushed my hair behind my ear. “Because I don’t know what’s going to happen when I get inside of you. I don’t know if once will be enough.”

I dragged a finger up his bare arm. “Maybe you’ll only want it once, but I don’t think…That’s not what this is for me.”

“That’s not what this is for me, either, Teddy,” Gus said earnestly.

“Take me to bed, then.” Something shifted in him then—his gaze went from soft and earnest to hungry and heated. Suddenly his hands were on my waist, and they flipped me so my stomach was against the door.

“Not yet, baby,” Gus said as he moved my hair to one side of my neck and bit down on the spot where my neck met my shoulder. His hands were everywhere all at once—roaming up and down my back, over my shoulders, under my arms, gripping my breasts.

I could feel him hard against my ass, so I pushed back into him, and he groaned. “I want to make you come with my fingers and my mouth,” he said against my ear. God. “I can’t wait to feel you come.”

Gus traced a knuckle down my spine. Once he got to the waistband of my sleep shorts, he pushed them down past my ass, and they fell to the floor. I kicked them out of the way. “Spread your legs, baby.” I did what he said and was rewarded with two of his fingers brushing over my center. It wasn’t enough, though. Not nearly.

“Fuck,” Gus gritted out. “You’re making a mess, Teddy baby.Is this all for me?” Instead of answering, I pushed my ass against him again. He knotted the fingers of his other hand in my hair and tugged my head back so my neck was exposed and I was looking up at him.

“Is this all for me?” he asked again. He pushed his fingers inside me this time, and I had to fight to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head.

“That seems obvious,” I managed to say. His fingers pushed in and out, and I was starting to forget how to stand.

“What if I want to hear you say it?”

“Then you’ll have to do better than that.”

“God, you’re annoying,” he said as he bit down on my neck. Hard. My knees buckled, and Gus supported me with an arm around my waist.

“You can’t give out on me yet, Teddy baby. We haven’t even started.” With that, he flipped me around again and crushed his lips against mine. I tried to push his pants down as he led me back toward the bed, but he said “Not yet” against my mouth.

For some reason, I complied.

I couldn’t orient myself when Gus was moving me around. He was so sure, so in charge, that I just let him lead me. Throughout my life, Gus had often been hard for me to like, but he’d never been hard for me to trust.

When the backs of my legs hit his bed, I let myself fall—even though my mouth immediately missed his. I looked up at him, aware that I was totally naked and he was only half. I could see the outline of his cock pressing against his pants, and I desperately wanted him to strip down.

I reached my arms above my head and stretched, arching my back, showing him all of me.

“You’re perfect,” he said huskily, and then he was on me. One of his hands roamed my body, his mouth found one of my nipples, and his fingers were back inside of me. “Fuck, Teddy,” he said against my skin, and I clutched at his hair.

“Make me come, Gus. Please,” I breathed. He bit down on the nipple he’d been circling with his tongue, and I gasped.

“How should I make you come first?” His fingers were moving faster now, and he had his thumb pressed against my clit. “Talk to me, Teddy. Tell me what you want.”

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