Page 148 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

“Y-yes. I knew.”

“So obedient. Thank you, Duchess.” George swallowed beneath my palm.I rutted forward again, slow and easy, basking in the way my own shorts caught on the head of my cock, and my length attempted to bury itself between his cheeks despite the layers of clothing separating us.

“How do you feel about roleplay?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“R-roleplay?” George echoed, distracted by my cock.

“Like we’re at summer camp.” Christ. He really did fit that particular fantasy, with the way he was dressed. “We’ve snuck off while everyone is at lunch?—”

“Guess it’s not much of a fantasy, considering that’s exactly what we did,” George laughed. The sound was breathy and horny. “We could get caught. We’re not supposed to be here.”

“Fuck yes.” Now that my mouth was moving things felt easier. This wasn’tthatdifficult. I could let my mouth run and run, the way that I always wished I could, and George was forced to listen.

He liked it, if the way his ass kept twitching like he was doing his best not to hump the air—and failing—was any indication. At the end of the day, I could call his ass a pussy all I wanted, and threaten to get him pregnant, but he was still a man. Which meant his cock wanted to fuck.

It was a shame that I didn’t have a fleshlight to stick his dick inside. The idea of having George stuffed and doing the stuffing at the same time was fucking awesome. Making him cream himself in it then lick out his own pleasure while he was still sitting on my dick.

Maybe later—if I could get him in a bed some day.

No, no.

Best not to think about a future we didn’t have.

Present.

I needed to stay present.

To keep the fantasy going. To follow the thread I’d sewn. For a second, I let the scene I’d painted build in the back of my mind. “You’ve been naughty, George,” I told him, my cock pulsing.

“I…I have?”

“You have. Taunting me all day in those fucking shorts. Knowing as your counselor,” George gasped, body snapping to attention, “that I couldn’t touch you—not in front of the others. Not at all, if I was a good person.”

I paused for a beat, vulnerable as I waited to see if George would take the bait. If we’d be compatible this way.

“I knew you were looking,” he replied, far from contrite. “That’s why I packed them for the summer.” I appreciated the backstory he was giving his character. “I knew you’d be here again—so half my bag is full of shorts like this.”

“Christ, you’re a slut,” I groaned, rutting against him happily.

“For you,” George said, voice trembling. “Only for you. After last year, I…I kept thinking about you. I couldn’t wait to see you again. I hoped…I hoped you’d pay attention to me this year. Hoped the shorts would make you notice me.”

“I thought about you too,” I murmured. “Told myself I wouldn’t touch. I was so good last summer. But this year you’re so fucking…ugh.”

“I just wanted your attention.”

“And I don’t have self control, obviously.” This was fun. So fucking fun. Definitely the most fun I’d ever had during sex, if I was being honest. “And who can blame me? You’ve been…tauntingme with the cunt you’ve got hidden in there. Every time you bend over, teasing me, making me dick-drunk on the idea of sinking into your tight, tight heat.”

George made a pitiful sound.

Jesus, he really did like that.

Good.

I liked it too.

“Do you know why I tied you up?” I asked him, enjoying the way he shuddered.

“No?”

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