Page 59 of Lost and Lassoed

I thought about that for a second—the second question, mostly, because we were absolutely doing this, even though I wasn’t ready to think about what that meant or what it would mean afterward.

“We’re doing this,” I said against his mouth. “And you don’t need a condom unless you want one. I’m on the pill and get checked regularly. I want to feel you.”

The same strangled noise came out of his throat at that, and whatever hold he had on himself was gone. He wrapped his arms tight around my body. “Tell me how you want it, baby. Should I fuck you against the wall? Put you on your back? Bend you over this bed and fuck you until your legs give out?”

I didn’t know if he was looking for an answer, but I gave him one anyway. “Bend me over the bed,” I said.

Gus lifted me off the bed and spun me so my back was to him in one fluid motion, and I let out a gasp as my body hit his.

“Fuck, Teddy.” His mouth was at my ear, and his hands roamed my body again—up over my arms and breasts, down over my hips, until one of his hands slipped between my thighs again. I jerked as one of his fingers brushed over my clit, and Gus laughed against my ear as his fingers dipped inside me. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Just fuck me already.”

“Say please,” Gus said. I could hear the smirk in his voice, and I wanted to slap him. He added a second finger inside me, and I wanted more.

I needed more.

A frustrated groan came out of me, and Gus bit down on my shoulder and repeated, “Say please, Teddy baby.” The way his breath skated across my skin made me shiver.

“Please,” I gritted out.

“God,” he muttered, “I like that.” The hand that wasn’t between my legs came around to my back and pushed me down, my chest against the mattress and my ass in the air.

I felt the tip of his cock against my entrance, and when he started to guide himself in, I thought my legs actually might give out. He pushed himself all the way into me on a groan, and the only thought in my head was that I felt full.

“Fuck,” Gus ground out. “Your hot little cunt is perfect, baby.” He thrust once, and I cried out. “I already love being inside of you. Shit, you feel like heaven.”

He thrust again and again and again. The rhythm he struck was relentless, and I had no choice but to just go along for the ride.

“Oh my god,” I groaned.

“Tell me how my cock feels, Teddy.” His voice was gravelly. “Tell me what it feels like to have me inside of you.”

“So-o-o good,” I breathed out—at least, that’s what I tried to say, but I wasn’t exactly an effective communicator at that moment.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to fill you up.” Another shot of heat went through me at his words. Did I…like that? From the way I could feel the spot at the end of my spine coiling, I think I did. I think I liked that a lot. Might as well tell him that.

“Fill me up, Gus,” I said. “I want your cum inside of me.”

“Jesus,” he huffed, and the brutal pace that he’d set started to get more erratic and sloppier—like I was undoing him.

That made two of us.

“Can you come like this, baby? I want you to come again while you’re wrapped around my cock. I want to feel you.”

I was pretty sure I could, but I never had before—I was a clitoral girlie—so I brought one of my hands between my legs and applied pressure.

There were so many sensations—him, bare, inside me, his hands gripping my hips in a way I knew would bruise, the cool air of his room hitting the sweat that had started to gather on my skin—all of it coiled my insides tighter and tighter. He drove into me harder and faster, and the coil finally snapped.

I came with his name on my lips and his cock buried deep inside me.

“Teddy, holy fuck, you’re gripping me so tight,” he said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I felt his body shudder behind me as he came.

For a while, our breathing was the only sound in the room. I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Gus slipped out of me and collapsed on the bed beside me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him, adjusting us so we were both fully on the bed and my head was on his chest. I traced one of his swallow tattoos with my fingers.

“I didn’t know you had these,” I said quietly.

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