Page 202 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

Alex’s tongue was as desperate and domineering as always, taking what he wanted from me. He didn’t hesitate to force my mouth open wider with his thumbs when he wanted to lick deeper. He didn’t pause or second-guess tilting my head to change the angle, the wet sounds our mouths made impossibly loud in the quiet space.

At one point, he pressed so close I nearly dropped my pickles.

When he pulled back I was panting.

Alex’s eyes were pools of black desire, his mouth as kiss-swollen and glossy as my own. He licked his lips, like he was chasing my taste, his fingers sliding deeper into my hair, palms scraping my ears.

“Do you want a tour?” he inquired, like he hadn’t just fucked my mouthfor ten minutes.

“W-what?” It took me a second to figure out what was going on. I squirmed, half hard already. “Oh. Yes.”

Right. A tour. A tour was good. A tour was…yes.

I could learn more about him if we went on a tour.

And as desperate as I was to yank his pants down and take his hard cock into whatever hole was closest—I was equally eager to discover new things about him. Maybe he wasn’t the only person that was starved.

“Alright.” Alex gave my scalp one last parting scratch, making my lashes flutter. Then his hands were sliding back down my body as slow and deliberate as they’d climbed up. He tangled our fingers together, pulling me through the moonlit kitchen, before flipping a light switch on.

Once illuminated, the space looked even more inviting.

“For a man who claims not to cook, you certainly have a well-equipped kitchen,” I said, honestly shocked. This was a chef’s wet dream. Everything was massive. Granite counters, a farm-style sink, and appliances that looked so new I wouldn’t have been surprised if they still had the stickers from the store.

Alex was delighted. “Well,” he said, tugging on my hands to catch my attention. “I’m nothing if not well-equipped.”

Only Alex could twist what I’d said into a dick joke.

I snorted, and his eyes lit up.

“That was a pretty good one,” I admitted, trying not to smile and failing.

“Damn. Did I win the lottery today, or what? Keep laughing at my dick jokes and I’ll start to get cocky.” Alex waggled his eyebrows, and I rolled my eyes. He took my bottle of pickles from me and put them in the fridge. Then he flipped the light switch off, plunging us into darkness, before he continued the tour.

The living room was a lot more lived-in than the kitchen and definitely more on par with what I’d expect from Alex. Just as massive, just as sparkling—with an inviting-looking sofa and a TV that was large enough it belongedin a Megaplex. A few rolled balls of socks decorated the foot of the couch, betraying Alex’s bad habit of kicking them off and lying down.

He surreptitiously tried to kick them beneath it before I saw, but failed.

I didn’t react to the socks.

A laptop sat on the coffee table beside an empty takeout container and a half finished bottle of Diet Coke. I didn’t react to those either.

Alex made a sound, embarrassed.

“I—clearly—was not expecting visitors,” he said. “Sorry for the mess.”

“I like it,” I admitted—which, of course—went against everything I’d ever thought I’d say. My own apartment was far smaller than this place. In fact, I could probably fit the entirety of it inside Alex’s living room alone. But it was neat always. Every item had a place, and the only clutter that populated it were Mr. Pickle’s toys he often left lying around and the occasional manga I was half-finished reading.

I didn’t like putting them back until I was done. Having unfinished business made me antsy.

“You do?” Alex looked appropriately shocked. “I figured the dirty socks would be a deal-breaker for you.”

“I don’t mind,” I blurted. My cheeks burned, but I ignored the growing flush. “I like that you’re human.”

“Of course I’m human. What did you think I was?” He was teasing. I could tell it was because he didn’t know what to say. He was as flustered as I was, having me in his space like this, seeing his flaws.

I could relate.

I, too, had an issue with appearing less than perfect.

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