Page 118 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

I lowered my hand, lips trembling and glossy with his cum. “I want it,” I said. “I can be quiet.”

“Mmm,” Alex replied, hot breath against my hip bones as he looked up at me through his dark, dark lashes. “I guess we’ll find out if you’re telling the truth.”

Georgie was a goddamn mess. The sexiest, cutest, most enticing mess in the history of the universe. He would not stop shaking. So fucking desperate to be touched that he quaked with every breath.

I kissed his left hip bone, then his right, and he made a pitiful sound behind his hand. It was muffled, yes, but nowhere near quiet, like he’d promised he’d be. “That’s not very good, sweetheart,” I admonished, just to watch the way he shuddered. Like my reprimand was getting him off.

Christ.

My dick was at half mast already. And that shit hadn’t happened to me since I was in fucking high school. He was seriously…the most attractive person I’d ever met. All nervous and quaky and needy all at once. Not afraid to fight me. But eager to lose.

“Try harder,” I said to test the waters. George’s lashes fluttered, and his hips flexed up, proving my hypothesis correct. He liked me a little mean. He liked mefirm. At least…in bed. Worn thin with his heart on his sleeve and no walls to conceal it, George was so eager to give up control it was addicting.

I hadn’t been lying when I’d told him I could tell. Sure, I’d exaggerated a bit—you know, to match the mood. But exaggeration wasn’t a lie.

“Remember,quiet.” I slipped my thumbs under his waistband and tugged his briefs down a few inches. I tucked them beneath his sweet balls, mouth watering as I took in the majesty of George’s little cock.

And itwaslittle.

Maybe max three inches?

And so fucking sexy I could hardly breathe. Pulsing and red, the poor thing looked fit to burst. All it’d take was one suck and he’d be spilling. I almost wanted to tease him some more to see how long I could make him last.

But…he really had been good.

And he was shaking, those dark blue eyes swimming with tears.

He probably didn’t even know that he was crying. He’d be mortified if he did. George was easily embarrassed. Even when it wasn’t fair to react that way. He was as prickly as a cactus, and charitable to everyone but himself.

I had never met someone who deserved pleasure more.

Though I’d never outright dommed before, I was familiar with the concept. Blame my choice of reading material. I had a big imagination, and I could admit over my years soaking up smutty page after page, I’d grown…curious. Not to say that I’d ever particularly felt the drive to actually scratch that itch—because I hadn’t.

But I had also never been with someone like George.

And he…fuck. He made me want to take charge of every aspect of his goddamn life. To make sure he ate right, to tuck him into bed on time, to fuck him when he acted up—and needed release. To bully my way into every aspect of his life so that I could ensure he was well-maintained and happy. To put that same dopey,needylook on his face like he was sporting now, all flushed and turned on—embarrassed by his own nature, but desperate to letgo. Like I was the only thing that mattered.

Like I was his world.

And he was trusting me to take care of him.

“A-Alex?” George lowered his hand to speak. I hadn’t realized I’d stopped moving, lost in thought as I was. That wouldn’t do. I didn’t want that softness to flee, replaced by fear that he’d done something wrong when he really, truly hadn’t.

“You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking pretty.” The praise came easily. It wasn’t an act. Or forced. It was natural. This was a lot more personal than I ever got during sex, and because of that, the intimacy only felt heightened. “I’m just taking my time admiring your sweet little cock.”

George squirmed like he was embarrassed, and I smirked.

“You like that?” My voice went even lower. “You like me calling your dick little?” He made a sound—mortified and turned on, obviously. “Yes or no?”

“Yes.” George’s admission was barely a whisper.

“You like all the nicknames I give you,” I deduced. “Every last one.” Seemed I was going to need to get even more creative moving forward. “Okay, enough teasing. You just lay back and relax, gorgeous, I’ll take care of everything.”

It was time to cease torturing him.

He’d waited long enough.

When I wrapped my fingers around the root of his cock, George gasped. His entire body went rigid. “If you want me to stop, tap my head three times,” I told him. Oh— “And keep your mouth covered. I don’t want to share you with the rest of the goddamn camp.”

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