Page 114 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

He was a little sloppy, and I liked that.

It felt honest.

By the time we’d stopped kissing, we were both breathless and spit slick. Alex’s cock was a hard, insistent line in his joggers, but he made no move to do anything about it aside from reach down and give it an apology squeeze with one of his big hands. I wasn’t sure how much time had actually passed. An hour? Maybe more.

Before this picnic, I’d never…kissed someone just for the sake of kissing. I’d never desired another person so much that the brush of their lips made me feel like I was shaking apart. Even when I’d been a horny teenager I hadn’t felt like one. I certainly did now though, still ogling Alex’s cock, my own dick pulsing in my jeans.

I sucked in a breath, and Alex groaned. He tipped his head back, the long line of his throat bobbing as his dark lashes drifted shut. “You are killing me, Duchess,” he murmured. “If you don’t stop staring at my dick I am not going to be held responsible for my actions.”

He was all talk.

“Don’t call me that.”

“It’s Duchess or baby, you pick.”

“How about George?”

“Boring.” Alex made a sound like a buzzer going off. “Try again.”

“Do I really have to?” I pouted, and Alex’s responding chuckle was smooth as honey. He was on top of me again a second later, pinning me to the grass with his bulk. We’d rolled off the blanket, and the grass was chilly at my back. He was heavy. I liked it too much.

“No. You don’t. But I’d like it if you did.” Alex’s hand slid into my hair, pulling it taut. He tipped my head back to inspect the single, slutty hickey he’d left just behind my ear before I’d caught him and told him off. “I like giving you silly nicknames. Makes me feel like we’re close.”

“We’re literally as close as two people can be right now,” I countered, my hard dick aching. If he lowered his hips, we’d…oh god. Best not to think about that. I was half a second from cumming already, I didn’t need my imagination to help.

“I can think of a way we could be closer.” Alex’s voice dropped an octave, breathy as tingles shot down my spine. He leaned in, lips skimming my ear. “You like to be fucked, don’t you, Georgie?”

I whimpered, hips twitching up, searching for friction.

What a…what a lewd thing to say!

“I’ve seen the kind of toys you enjoy,” Alex added. “Long. Thick.” He nipped the shell of my ear and I squirmed, embarrassed. For a minute there, I’d almost forgotten about Neil. “Do you know how distracting that is? That I know you like your ass pounded? Can’t even fucking sit beside you without thinking about your cute little face pinching as you sink down on a big, fat cock.”

Apparently, horny Alex had a mouth on him. I…was not complaining. Not at all. This was spank bank material for the next century, even if it was mortifying to be so thoroughly called out.

“If you likebig, Georgie, I can give you big,” Alex promised, breath teasing my ear. “I can fill you up nice and full. Wanna see?”

I nodded, heart stuttering.

To emphasize his point, Alex reached down, seeking out my hand. I let him guide it, knowing exactly where it was headed before it even reached his destination.

Alex laid my hand right over his hard cock. It was even thicker than I’d realized, and pulsing inside the soft cotton fabric of his pants. He gave my hand a squeeze, then released me, but I didn’t let go. Instead, I fanned my fingers out, curling them around the length of him, measuring his dick with bated breath.

Christ, he really was big.

As big as Neil.

Which was a tall order for a dick that wasn’t made of silicone.

Sliding my hand lower, I measured his length just like I had his width. All the while, Alex’s breath came hot and heavy, his big chest heaving. He was obviously affected by me. When I twisted to look at his face, his dark brow was furrowed and his eyes were scrunched shut—like it was taking everything he had not to buck into my hand.

“Nngh,” Alex made the frankly most pathetic—but sexy—sound I’d ever heard when I tightened my grip right at his tip. I swear to god the fabric was damp.

“I like to be fucked,” I confessed, shy but sure at the same time. Something came over me, a confidence I’d never had. It was his desire that brought it to life. Like being wanted gave me the courage to be honest. Alex’s hips rutted of their own accord and he swore softly, widening his stance like that would help him keep in control. “I like ithard, Alex. Raw. No barriers.”

“Christ.”

“I like to be split wide.”

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