Page 58 of Lost and Lassoed

Damn. Gus Ryder’s mouth should go down as one of the seven wonders of the world—no kidding. So that’s what I said. “Your mouth,” I moaned, even though his fingers would also be great. I wasn’t a picky gal.

“Where, baby? Where do you want it?”

I huffed in frustration. Jesus Christ, was he going to make me spell it out for him? I looked up at him, and the blinding grin Gus Ryder flashed me told me that yes, yes he was.

“I want your mouth on my pussy. I want you to go down on me until I come, and then I want you to kiss me, so I can have a taste.”

Gus smiled at me again, then flipped onto his back. “And I want you to ride my face. So I think we can both get what we want here.”

“August Ryder,” I breathed as I sat up. “Are you offering me a mustache ride?”

Gus smoothed two of his fingers over his mustache and said, “Saddle up, baby.” I kissed him again before I scooted myself higher on the bed and swung one of my legs over his face.

“Should we have a signal?” I asked. “Like if you need to breathe?”

Gus laughed, and I preened at the sound. “If getting suffocated by your perfect cunt is the way I go, then let me,” he said. “Now sit on my face. I want my last supper.” He gripped my hips and pulled me down.

I gasped. I felt his tongue inside me, and my hips rolled against his face. He groaned, and I felt it all the way through me. One of Gus’s hands made its way between my legs, and he stuck two fingers inside me as he sucked on my clit.

My head tipped back on a moan, and Gus’s fingers dug into my hip. I hoped they’d leave a mark. I continued to roll my hips against his tongue and grind against his face. Every time I tried to hover, Gus pulled me back down. I rode the fingers that were inside me and loved the way his tongue swirled around my clit.

The movement of my hips started to get more erratic, my breaths came quicker, and I wasn’t sure where the sounds I was making were coming from. I could feel my orgasm barreling down my spine, and I started to chase it.

Gus must’ve felt it because he slid a third finger inside me and used the flat of his tongue to apply pressure to my clit. “Fuck,” I panted. “Fuck.”

When Gus sucked my clit between his lips—hard—I came. My whole body shuddered. I felt like I was coming apart. I collapsed into a heap beside him.

I could feel my heartbeat in my ears, and when I was flat on my back, Gus’s mouth found mine, just like I’d asked. God, he was so fucking good at this.

Annoyingly good, honestly.

I gave a slight push on his chest, and he pulled back immediately. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Fine,” I breathed, and huffed a laugh the best I could. “Ijust need to catch my breath.” The smile that graced his face at that was wicked and lovely and didn’t really help with the whole breathing thing.

“Am I too much for you, Teddy baby?”

“Fuck off,” I said as I pushed him again, but he just held on to me and laughed. I felt the fabric of his pants brush against my legs, reminding me that he hadn’t taken them off. I reached over and tried to push them down his hips.

“Did you want something?” Gus asked, in that same annoying voice that made me want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

“Take your stupid pants off, August.” He quickly kissed my forehead, then rolled off the bed and stood.

I took him in again. His hair was mussed and his stupid fucking mustache was gleaming in the warm glow of his room. I couldn’t believe that he’d been walking around all this time with those perfect tattoos under his clothes and I’d never seen them.

I rose to my knees and moved toward the edge of the bed so I was facing Gus as he slipped his pants down his legs. I looked up at his face, and he was smirking at me again.

“Like what you see?” he joked. I just licked my lip in response. Gus tracked the movement and his nostrils flared.

Why was that so hot?

I grasped his hard length and gave it a stroke. Gus let out a strangled noise that made me want to do it again.

And again.

So I did, until Gus’s mouth came back down on mine, taking and taking and taking. God, why was he so good at kissing? He could probably kiss me to orgasm.

“Are we doing this, Teddy? Do I need a condom?”

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