Page 172 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

I put the bottle of lube in the shower caddy behind me before refocusing my attention on him.

“Tongue out again, Alex,” I whispered, steadier this time. “Round two.” Apparently, he sensed the difference in my speech too, because he straightened and his blue eyes went foggy soft.

Out his tongue went, pink and inviting.

I was forced to spread my legs so that I could sink low enough he could reach. The shuffle slide of my feet on the tile was as awkward as it was tantalizing. Alex’s breath ghosted over the tip of my cock as I lined us up. Aiming at his open mouth, I guided the crown onto his extended tongue. The first rub of wet heat made my head drop down, hips threatening to snap forward of their own accord.

I was supposed to be in control.

This was mychanceto be in control.

But I’d been teased, and prodded, and taunted all night long. I’d had my dick groped, my nipples sucked, my hole rubbed. I’d had Alex’s tongue so far down my throat that I felt empty without it. I’d breathed his air for hours, tasted where his cologne clung to his throat, I’d grown intimately familiar with how slick his fingers could become if he massaged my slit long enough. Therefore—I figured it was only fair that I cut myselfsomeslack.

It was natural to be overwhelmed when the entire night had been foreplay.

“Fuck yes,” I gasped out, shoving an inch inside without preamble. As soon as I’d given myself the grace to take what I wanted, the pressure lifted. “God, you’re sogood. Hold still. I’m going to…” I pushed a little further, enjoying the way Alex’s tongue twitched beneath my length when I did so.

He was observing me, a look of longing in his gaze that was so powerful it made me feel like I could climb mountains. Who cared if I wasn’t the best at taking control? Who cared if this was a learning curve? Alex certainly didn’t and he was the personwillinglysubmitting to me.

It was a choice he’d made.

I hadn’t had to intimidate him, or manipulate him, or force him. I had a big, confident,deliciousman on his knees for me—simply because he desired to be there.

I’d never had a large dick. It was something that used to make me feel insecure, but…I’d learned to love it. Especially at times like this, when all it took was a steady thrust and my length was entirely enveloped in tight-hot-wet—and Alex didn’t have to struggle whatsoever to take me in.

He blinked, swallowing around me, and I whined.

Out, in. My hands tightened in his hair as I fucked the slippery glide of his tongue.

“Harder,” I commanded, curled over his head with another snap. Alex slurped, the sound lewd in the quiet. “Again,” I said.“Again.”

Alex groaned, the vibration sending tingles down my spine as I humped his face. His nose pushed into my pubic bone, and I shuddered, forcing myself as deep as I could. He inhaled sharply and I felt it. Felt thewhooshof his breath out of his nose.

Close.

I was so fucking close.

Only made more so when I pulled out all of the way, dick slipping free only to skim against Alex’s cheek. He made a sound, this broken, needy thing. His eyes were dazed, like he’d fallen as deeply as I had into this.

“So good,” I murmured again, the praise spilling freely as I released his hair so I could rub my fingers across his glossy lips. “You feel so good, Alex.” Lips turning up sweetly, Alex’s eyes met mine.

He was hunting for approval—approval I gave freely. “So perfect.”

When I glanced down between Alex’s legs I shuddered. His dick was fighting against his pants, attempting to poke through the fabric. Rock hard and swollen. I couldn’t help myself. I stepped out of my sneakers, kicking them out of the shower stall. Alex continued to stare, obediently waiting for his next command. There was no reaction whatsoever. At least…not until I lifted one socked foot and pressed it between his legs directly over his hard cock.

“Fuck.” His voice was throaty-soft, lashes fluttering. Eagerly, his hips jumped up, grinding into my foot.

“You’re so hard,Alex,” I purred, surprised by my own forwardness. “I bet it hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Alex agreed. His hands flexed at his sides, the tendons dancing.

“I bet this big,” I dug my toes into his crown, then jerked my foot down, “thick, cock—” Alex folded over my foot with a gasp. “Wants a nice wet hole to fuck.” I’d almost called my own ass a pussy. Jesus Christ. He was rubbing off on me.

Ha!

Literally.

“George.” Alex had never said my name like that. A grunt—a plea, all at once. “I need?—”

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