Page 186 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

“It is weird,” I agreed, because it was. A giggle escaped—which was better than crying, so hey, I wasn’t complaining.

“It’s so weird.” Alex pecked me on the lips again, and my mouth tingled. My everything tingled. “The weirdest thing ever. I’m in my thirties, man. I thought I was done with this juvenile crush bullshit.”

“You have a crush on me?” I teased, butterflies swarming in my belly. The look Alex gave me was flat as hell. “How embarrassing for you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Alex laughed, smooching me longer this time. Longer, wetter, needier. He yanked my head in, his other hand finding my waist. He pressed our torsos together, his heart beating against mine as he licked behind my teeth with a groan. “Fuck—” Alex murmured between kisses. “You’re so fucking cute sometimes, I can’t stand it.”

“I have a—” I whimpered as his hand sank lower, grabbing my ass. “On you.” My freshly fucked hole twinged. “Too.”

Alex’s voice was sugary sweet. “That’s no surprise?—”

“Asshole,” I countered, lapping at his bottom lip, begging entrance. He let me in, allowing me to play dominant for a minute or two before he chased me back into my mouth. His tongue was hot and demanding, curling and swiping over mine as he released my waist. He fumbled for the zipper, yanking the sleeping bag open to give us more room. When we were free of it, he hauled me up and over onto his lap.

“We’re going to wake people up—” I protested, straddling his lap, his hard dick poking insistently at my ass.

“Not if you’re quiet.”

It was a sound enough argument I didn’t protest, not when he stuck his tongue back in my mouth. Not when he wrestled my pants off, and then his. And not when the slap of his cock met my ass cheek.

“Lube—” I mumbled.

With a growl, Alex rolled me over onto my back, barely pausing his kisses as he fumbled to the side for the abandoned bottle of lube. When he found it he made a triumphant noise against my mouth. The faint click of the lid slipping open felt almost as lewd as the wet sounds our mouths kept making.

The push and pull was fucking amazing. It felt like I was melting every time his tongue wriggled next to mine.

“Need you,” Alex gasped out between kisses. “C’mon.” It was a plea as much as it was a command. I was back in his lap only a few seconds later, the sleeping bag pooling around his legs. Alex made quick work of slicking up his cock, and when he reached for my ass, eager to finger me open, I batted his hand away.

I was still loose.

And besides, I wanted to feel a bit of the burn.

“George,” he warned. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t?—”

“George.” There was no arguing with that tone. Or the look he gave me. I conceded defeat with a whimper, my cock dripping onto his t-shirts—theone he was wearing, and the one I’d borrowed. It was so hard it hurt, jerking between my thighs as Alex slicked up his fingers and shoved them home.

He was impatient too—but apparently less than I was.

What a trip.

I’d never been the more impatient person during sex before.

“So precious,” Alex cooed, slipping deep inside, his index finger tapping at my prostate. Stars burst behind my lids and I whimpered, head falling back. “I know it feels good, sweetheart,” Alex purred, sliding his middle finger in along with it. The stretch burned, despite my earlier proclamation that I was ready for something bigger. “But you need to be quiet. Remember? Cover your mouth, okay? You can?—”

I jerked my borrowed shirt up, cotton catching between my teeth as I shoved it into my mouth as a makeshift gag.

“Holy fuck,” Alex said, rubbing my prostate liberally.

“How’s that?” I asked, voice barely intelligible.

“Fuck yeah. That’s…yeah.” His hips jerked up like he couldn’t help himself. His chest was heaving, testing the fabric of his t-shirt with every great breath as sweat beaded at his temple. Dark hair spilled along his pillow, that same curl—the infuriating one—stuck to his forehead.

Apparently, being quiet only extended to me. Because though Alex’s voice was low and sweet, he was still running his mouth.

“Look at those pretty titties,” Alex groaned, his free hand sliding up to cup one of my pretty much nonexistent pecs. They were tiny. I didn’t exactly spend time trying to enhance them. And my natural build was slender. Alex didn’t seem to mind. He squeezed my chest inward, pinching my nipples between his fingers like he was trying to create cleavage.

“Alex,” my whimper was muffled enough to hardly be a word at all, but he seemed to get the picture. His fingers stopped spreading me open, dropping down to slick his cock up again, before notching the head against my hole and sliding home.

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