Page 41 of Lasso Lovebirds

They chuckled. “Not a bad idea.”

“I’m a switch,” I said. “Although I don’t think I’ve ever submitted to a partner until, well . . .”

I cleared my throat, but Sky snickered. “Until Pris? Lucky man.”

“I do feel lucky.” Once again, my cheeks were hotter than two cast iron skillets. “Um . . . but, well, I love giving and receiving praise. Can’t say I like degradation. But Ilovesubmission. I love playing with rope, too.”

“All that knowledge of lassos . . .”

“Yup. Comes in handy.”

“I bet Pris would have you tie me up and take me.”

Damn.I let out a low growl. “I bet she would . . . I also enjoy spanking, gags, maybe even some wax play. I have a few candles that are safe for the skin that would be fun to play with.”

“I love wax play,” they breathed out. “It puts me into such a submissive headspace. It’s like I’m floating in the clouds.”

I nodded. “I’d like to try that. What about you, Sky? What do you like?”

“Well I like everything you mentioned, except I’m not a switch. I’m submissive all the way. I love giving pleasure and serving. I love doing what I’m told and being taken care of, in a way. When I’m pleasing my partner, I feel the best. It just satisfies something deep inside me.”

“Mmm. I like that.”

They smirked. “I also like being spanked. I like a little pain. Makes the pleasure all the more sweet. I love the idea of you holding me down while Pris does whatever she wants to me. Or even being tied up and used.”

Fuck. My cock stirred, begging me for more. “I’ve had the same fantasy this week,” I whispered.

“Oh really?”

Their sweet eyes widened slightly and then they leaned forward, kissing me.

“Seems like a match made in heaven,” they said.

“I agree.”

This time, my hands slid down to their waist and I threaded my fingers through their belt loops, pulling them fully on top of me. They straddled my hips, my cock stirring as they rocked them.

I dragged them down into another kiss. God, I needed them. I needed to feel them, be with them. I needed to prove just how much I’d been wanting them since they came tumbling into our life.

Sky leaned back. They were wearing a white button-down tucked into washed Levi’s, their belt buckle gleaming as they unclasped it. I grabbed their hands and shook my head.

“Let me,” I said. “I want to undress you.”

“I want to do whatever you want me to.”

I swallowed hard and sat up with their legs wrapping around me, fully seated against my body. I trailed kisses down the side of their neck, enjoying their soft moan as I gripped their hair.

“Fuck,” they rasped. “I like that. I like submitting.”

My cock throbbed against my zipper. “I know,” I rasped. “Tell me if I do too much. Please.”

“I’ll say yellow if I need you to slow down or red if I need you to stop.”

“Good,” I praised. “You’re the perfect little storm.”

Sky whimpered as I grabbed hold of their belt and tugged it free, tossing it to the side. Their hands rested on my shoulders, squeezing my muscles as I unbuttoned their jeans and untucked their shirt. My fingers moved fast, undoing each button until I could pull their shirt free, revealing a sports bra underneath that compressed their breasts.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re stunning, Sky.”

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