I grabbed him and his bag from the nearby chair. “Let’s go!”
I was already stripping out of my sundress before the door to Gus’s tiny dorm room had swung fully shut. My bra and panties followed, left in a puddle on the floor.
“What’s brought this on?” Gus asked, gaze roving my body as he lost his clothes in the same no-nonsense way that I had. “I thought you were dating that Asian chick.”
“We broke up,” I muttered, then grabbed him by the neck andtugged his mouth to mine, licking desperately at his lips until he opened for me. I plundered his mouth, hooking my leg around his hip until he gripped my backside and rocked against me.
“Bend me over your bed,” I demanded, nipping at his bottom lip until he hissed. “I need it hard and fast, Gussy.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, the good boy. He spun me and pressed me forwards until my palms hit his plain navy comforter. Kicking my legs apart, his thumb found my opening, pressing inside. I tried not to wince at the friction.
“Sure you don’t want me to eat you first? You’re not exactly … ready …”
“You keep a bottle of lube in your sex drawer, don’t you?” I asked, voice desperate. “I really,reallyjust need you deep inside me.”
“Uh … yeah, I do.” His voice was uncertain, but the drawer opened, and I heard the splat of squirted lube, felt the cool wet slide of it against my pussy. I instantly relaxed. I needed this. I needed fast, and dirty, and not thinking about anything for the next few minutes.
When he pushed inside me, he wasn’t gentle, and I went up on my toes to find an angle that accommodated his length. He’d never been one for a slow ease in, and most times we’d fucked in the past, that had been okay with me … because he’d thoroughly prepped me with his agile tongue.
But I didn’t want that right now. I just wanted him to fuck away all the thoughts in my head. Just a few minutes of blissful silence inside my brain.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Ri,” he grunted, fingers digging into my buttocks. “Too long without a cock in you …”
I barked out a laugh. “You think women don’t do penetration? Have you never heard of strap-ons? Double-ended dildos?” I thought about Nikolai and the orgasm I’d given myself the night before.
He thrust harder. “You just got wetter … you’re picturing girls fucking, aren’t you, Ri?”
No, I wasn’t. It would just make me think of Rumi, and she was one of the things I wanted to fuck out of my brain. I reached between my legs, finding my clit and circling it with two fingers. “Right now, I’m getting off on how big you feel inside me.”
He groaned, pulling out and thrusting harder, the wet squelch ofhis cock inside me replacing conversation. Complimenting a man’s size—always a guaranteed way to get him to forget his train of thought. I moved my fingers frantically on my clit. He was really going for it, and at this rate, I was not going to get there before him.
Closing my eyes, I pictured the man and his wife from the Tickle post I’d watched the night before. The way he’d cupped her cheek with one hand, the thumb of his other finding her clit and stroking as he fucked her.
And then I pictured the black-haired hottie from the pool earlier, his curls bouncing on his forehead as he loomed over me, fucking me slowly, gazing at me like that man had gazed at his wife …
My body thrummed, edging closer and closer to pleasure when Gus let out a shuddering grunt, shaking as his hips thrust wildly against my butt, and he emptied into the condom.
“Did you get yours?” he panted, pulling out of me.
“Almost.” I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs and finding my pulsing clit. “Watch me, that will help.”
With the full condom still covering his waning erection, Gus’s eyes fell to my pussy. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair, the sheen of sweat gleaming on his chest.
“Such a little exhibitionist, Ri,” he rumbled. Usually that would have stoked my desire, but I found myself blocking him out, my eyes sliding shut again, returning to my fantasy about my pool stranger.
I let out a tiny, gasping cry as my orgasm crested, clit throbbing against my fingers, and when I opened my eyes, Gus was watching me, an odd expression on his face as he reached for a tissue and removed the condom.
“I heard that Linc asked for your resignation today,” he said, stabbing his legs into his boxer briefs and taking a seat on the bed beside me. I closed my legs, sitting up, my back to him. So much for forgetting things for a bit.
“Yeah, well, we all knew it was coming. Can’t work without a current visa.”
“Are you going home?”
I’d never said much to Gus about my visa situation. I’d never said much to him at all except, ‘You have a nice dick’, and ‘Wanna meet up and fuck tonight?’
But something made me blurt out a scrap of honesty.
“I’m trying not to. But I’ll run out of money eventually …”
