I couldn’t say no if I’d wanted.

Thank God I didn’t have to.

Crashing my mouth to his, I dropped his phone and slid my fingers into his hair. As we kissed, we moved into the apartment. The door slammed shut as his fingers bit into the small of my back. He clung to me, my center pressed against his thick, hard cock. Gasping against his mouth, I couldn’t believe I had given in, but then, who was I kidding? I tried. I really did. It just didn’t work.

I wanted him.

And my heart, well, it would just have to wait and see what happened.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said as we pulled apart.

If it was a line, I didn’t care. I felt fucking beautiful. Reaching for his hand, I bit into my bottom lip as I wobbled backward, the boot on my foot making my sexy seductive walk a little harder than I was used to. He drank me in, his eyes traveling over my body as he took hold of his cock through his shorts. He shook his head. “I’m gonna blow right here.”

“Don’t,” I whispered. I opened my bedroom door and brought him inside.

He reached for me and pulled my tank over my body. “Fucking hell. No bra? You should have told me that earlier,” he groaned, taking my right breast in his hand. “This sucks with one hand. When I’m healed, I need a redo with these babies.”

A giggle escaped my lips. He brought me to bed, sitting down before drawing me into his lap. His cock was so hard. Taking my breast in his hand, he nibbled at my nipple, running his tongue along it, taking his time tasting my whole breast. I expected this to be fast, but apparently, I was very wrong.

His mouth still hot against my nipple, he traced the outside of my pussy through my shorts with his fingers. I was sure he could feel that I was dripping wet. I was hot everywhere. My breathing was out of control. He bit into my tit, and I threw my head back. I cried out as he ran his fingers up and down my pussy lips through my shorts.

“Gus, stop. Let me take them off.”

He shook his head against my nipple. “No.”

Oh fuck, I was going to die.

I arched into his hand and threw my head back as he pressed his fingers into my clit, flicking his tongue along my nipple with feverous need. When he stopped, I moaned, but then he drew my back to his chest before reaching inside my shorts. He cupped my pussy with his strong fingers. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even breathe. I let my head fall back on his shoulder as he swirled his fingers inside my lips. When he found my clit, he rubbed it ever so slowly. “I want to suck you in my mouth, Bo. This right here,” he said, pressing his finger against my clit.

I gasped and arched toward him.

“I want it in my mouth,” he demanded. “Now.”

Before I could even agree, he pushed me back onto the bed and tried to rip my shorts off. They snagged on my boot. He tried to free them, but it was no use—they stuck to the Velcro. “This boot is going to be the death of me.” He laughed as he freed the shorts.

All I could do was giggle. It was silly and stupid, but it was hot. I was exposed and ready for him, but he stopped, trailing kisses up my leg as he undid my other shoe. “I want you completely naked, except for good ole bootie, there.”

I laughed as he threw my shoe to the ground before kissing his way back up my leg, thigh, and then around my pussy. Moving a finger around my lips, he looked up at me as my whole body shook with need. “Do the curtains match the drapes?”

I shot him a look. “Really?”

He chuckled. “I have to know. Tell me. No fair—you shave!”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not telling you.”

He took that as a challenge before he slowly lowered his mouth to me. “Yet.”

Fuck, I was already about to come and he hadn’t even touched me yet. But when he did, oh Lord, everything just stopped. He traced my lips with his tongue and, when he found it, loved my clit with the patience of a saint. I was shaking, my whole body in fits as he devoured my pussy, licking every inch of it. When he started to fuck me with his tongue, I lifted my legs over his shoulders, careful not to kick him with that stupid boot. Not that I thought he would notice. He was consuming me. Not leaving a single inch of me untasted. He slid his fingers inside me, fucking me fast and hard, his mouth still working my clit. Both movements had me undone within seconds. His name fell from my lips in sounds I had never heard myself make before.

He lifted his head before kissing my belly and then my chest. He found my breast and settled his weight on top of me. I welcomed the feel of him. He felt amazing. When his mouth met mine, our slow, sensual kisses left me breathless. When he pulled back, his hands framed my face, his bad hand hard against my face, but I didn’t care. I was too lost in his eyes.

A little grin set on his lips as he traced my lips with his finger. “You screamed my name,” he sang, and I rolled my eyes.

“Oh shut it. What are you waiting for? Can’t get it up?” I teased, even though I could feel him rock hard against my thigh.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “If I take you right now, I’ll embarrass myself.”

“Maybe I want that.” I watched his eyes turn dark as he nibbled at my lip. “Maybe I want you vulnerable for once.”

“You will be the death of me, Bo.”

Sitting up on his haunches, he took off his shirt. His toned muscles were just unfair. He was ripped. Abs, pecs—muscles that I hadn’t even seen before were defined in his chest and ribs. It was disgustingly gorgeous. And hot, very hot. After rolling off the bed, he shimmied out of his pants. His ass did not even jiggle because it was pure muscle. His legs were so strong and so cut. My mouth was watering before he even unwrapped the condom.

Sitting up, I smacked his hand away and took ahold of him. He groaned as I pulled him to me, his cock thick and throbbing in my hand.

“I usually wouldn’t let anyone guide me by my cock.”

I glanced up at him, a grin pulling at my lips as I brought him to my mouth. “Maybe because you haven’t met someone like me?”

His eyes were wild with lust as I took him slowly between my lips, running my tongue along the tip of him and tasting his precome. His groans were loud and earnest as I took him to the back of my throat, gagging on the size of him before repeating the motion. He fisted my hair. I could see his toes curling against the carpet, the veins rising in his legs as he rocked into my mouth. When I glanced up, he looked like fucking Adonis, so beautiful and tall. A light sheen of sweat was covering his body, and every single inch of him was just stunning.

Running my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, I pulled back and looked up at him, but his eyes were closed. “Do you want me to keep going? I think you’re about to come.”

“I am. I do.” He somehow got the words out, but then he was moving, pushing me back against the bed. “But I would rather be way deep inside you when I do,” he answered, sliding the condom on before moving to the entrance of my pussy. Pushing my booted leg back, he held the weight of that leg by the back of my knee and used his elbow to hold my other leg. Then he pushed deep into me, filling me completely and utterly. My dreams could never come close to this.

That was a fact.

It was like stars went off behind my lids as I gasped out. He was so big, stretching me, but I wanted it. I needed it. And when he started to pump into me, his body slapping into mine, I was completely lost. Everything disappeared, and there was just us, our bodies, our sweat, commingling and becoming one. Opening my eyes, I watched him, his brows together, his face taut but oh so beautiful. His shoulders were tight, his muscles bulging, and I could tell he was fighting his release. I could feel it, but it was too much. Everything was too much. My body was doing its own thing, and I couldn’t fight it.

I came.

Hard.

With a shout, he came too.

Falling onto me, his face mushed my breasts as my legs fell over his shoulders in what should have been the most uncomfortable way, but it was comfortable.

And I knew that was very bad.

Kissing my left boob, he wiggled his way up my body, making me laugh before he sloppily kissed the side of my mouth. “I think you killed me.”

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck, and to my surprise, I kissed him on his nose, his cheek, and then his eyelid. I inhaled hard, his cologne tickling my senses. “I think I am dead.”

“What a way to go, huh?”

“It wasn’t bad.”

“It sure wasn’t.” He exhaled hard. I felt him moving, and then I heard the snap of the condom before he pushed himself up. I watched as he tossed it in the trash can before lying back on me. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Not at all,” I answered as he gathered me in his arms.

“Good. I’ll get up in a few.”

My lips curved into the biggest grin as I pressed my lips into his hair. It smelled woodsy and manly. “I didn’t take you for a cuddler.”

“I’m not.”

That made my grin grow more, but it also sent pure fear to my soul.

Because I wasn’t either.

But there I was.

In Gus Persson’s arms.

Cuddling.