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“Really?” I asked, amused when he fought with the wine bottle for a moment before getting it open.

“No. My PT—personal trainer—has me on a strict macro-nutrient based diet plan.”

I stared at him dubiously. “But all I’ve seen you eat is junk.”

“Yeah, because I’m on vacation .” Alex reached over to boop my nose. I glowered at him and he laughed, undeterred. He offered me the wine bottle with a waggle. “Some of us know what that means.” He arched a brow my way. “Want some? I don’t have cups. Forgot that part, ha. But! I mean, we’ve already shared cooties a couple times today. What’s the harm of a few more?”

I grimaced but accepted the bottle. “I don’t normally drink.” For the sake of fairness, I offered him a concession of my own.

Alex tried to take the bottle back but I fought him for it.

I won.

“Fuckin’ rabid raccoon. Fine. Keep your damn bottle.” He snorted and shook his head. A dark lock of hair fell over his brow as he eyed me curiously. “Why don’t you drink?” he inquired, instead of asking why I was hell-bent on keeping the bottle despite this.

“I don’t like feeling out of control. Or unsafe.”

“Baby—”

“Stop babying me.”

“I’m not!” Alex rolled his eyes heavenward. “It’s—you know what? Never mind. You weren’t this prickly when I was snuggling you like five seconds ago. Biting my head off, goddamn.”

“I don’t—” I started, flushing a bit and ignoring his grumbling. “I mean…I don’t feel unsafe with…you…though.” Alex’s eyes lit up, like I’d just offered him a winning lottery ticket.

“Yeah?” His smile softened, face slanted my way as he leaned back on his hands, the picture of relaxation. He spread his legs in the cocky way he always did, thigh bleeding heat into mine. I clutched the wine bottle tighter, the chilly glass smooth against my fingertips.

“I would drink with you,” I told him, cheeks flushed. “I think…I think it might even be fun.”

“Wow,” Alex’s voice was teasing but the look in his eyes made it clear that he was flattered. “You know you don’t have to though, right? I didn’t know you didn’t like alcohol. If I’d known I could’ve brought something else.”

“You’re not listening.”

“I actually am, though.”

“I want to drink with you.” To demonstrate my point, I tipped the bottle back and took a long, messy chug. Messy, not on purpose, but simply because the nature of drinking directly out of a wine bottle made it difficult. The taste was musky sweet, not overly cloying, but enough that it didn’t feel like chugging battery acid.

Setting the bottle back between my legs, I swiped a hand over my mouth, waiting for Alex’s reaction. He was definitely watching me. In particular, my mouth. His pale eyes had darkened, a groan escaping him. Why the hell he was getting turned on by me chugging wine, I had no idea. But I wasn’t about to shame him for it.

Okay…maybe a bit.

“If you get hard because I wrapped my lips around the bottle I am going to scream.”

“It’s a big bottle,” Alex teased. I smacked his shoulder. He laughed. So I smacked it again. “Okay, okay. I believe you. You want to drink with me. Because you trust me.” Having Alex’s attention was addicting, especially when he talked to me like that. He yanked the bottle right out of my grip like it was easy. “Sharing is caring, Georgie. Didn’t your mama teach you that?”

He stared at the open lip of the bottle, like he was picturing the way my mouth had pressed to it. “Christ, I am going insane,” Alex muttered to himself, so quiet I hardly heard him. And then he licked around the rim of the bottle like he was chasing the memory of my lips there .

“Did you just lick it?” I asked in disbelief. “Because my mouth was on it?”

“I could lick something else if you want.” Alex waggled his eyebrows, tipped the bottle back and guzzled. Too flustered to do anything but laugh, I turned to his pile of snacks and let the tingle of the alcohol settle syrupy in my limbs. We passed the bottle back and forth until it was mostly empty.

At one point, we ended up on our backs, half-eaten snacks lying in a mess around us. Alex found my hand. I wasn’t sure when—the alcohol made it hazy. His skin was…so fucking warm. Always. Like he was half inferno. His thumb did this incredibly distracting thing, gliding back and forth, back and forth over my skin as we giggled and chatted, eyes on the stars.

We chatted for a very long time.

“Pretty, huh?” Alex asked after a dip in the conversation.

A small white blip flitted across the sky. Shooting star maybe? Or plane.

“Yes,” I agreed. He clutched my hand tighter.

“It’s quiet out here,” Alex murmured. “Peaceful. Easy to forget the rest of the world.”

I squeezed back, understanding a little more why he’d chase moments like this, bugs be damned. “Only peaceful because the wasps are in bed,” I replied, words sluggish and far more freely given.

Alex chuckled. “Yeah?” He twisted to look at me. His shoulders were so broad when he lay on his side he blocked my view of the woods behind him. I wiggled to match him, blinking slow, because it felt nice every time my lashes brushed my skin. “Do they have a set bedtime, Georgie? Nine o’clock. Oh shit! Gotta get my twelve hours.”

“Twelve hours? Why would wasps need twelve hours to sleep?”

“I dunno. Why would they have a bedtime?”

“Because nature, Alex. Obviously.”

“Right. Nature.” Alex’s eyes danced. His lips looked very soft. Very, very soft. Had they always looked so soft? So…inviting? “Because you know so much about it. ”

“Like any adult with anxiety I spend a lot of my free time watching Planet Earth .”

“I’m not sure those two things coincide, but okay.”

“I’m surprised you even know that word,” I taunted.

Alex leaned in close. “Co-in-cide.” His nose brushed mine.

It was…distracting. As distracting as his eyes were up close like this. There was a smudge of chocolate on his bottom lip and I wanted to lick it clean for him. You know, because I was generous.

“I know a lot of words. Way bigger words than that,” Alex laughed, breath tickling my lips.

“Do you like cats?” I asked instead of sticking my tongue in his mouth like I wanted.

“Cats?”

“Yes.”

“They’re growing on me.” Alex’s lashes looked as ridiculously long as ever. Some people were just blessed and it was unfair.

“What do you mean?” I didn’t understand.

“I kinda adopted one.” Alex’s nose brushed mine again, rubbing back and forth. I found myself mirroring the motion just like I’d mirrored his position on our sides. It was nice, this sleepy, drunken nuzzle.

“How do you kinda adopt a cat?” I said, attention diverted.

“Think about it.”

It took me a second, but realization dawned fairly quickly. “Are you saying you adopted me? And I’m a cat?” I frowned.

“Yep.” Alex’s eyes were drooping. Not because he was tired. But…something else. The heat inside his gaze simmered, his breathing picking up. “One of the white ones—like Mr. Pickles but prettier?—”

“Hey—”

“With a diamond collar. And a pedigree. Like from that movie—with the kittens. What’s her name… Duchess . That’s you. ”

“I don’t have a diamond collar.” I wasn’t a cat either, but for some reason, that was the thing I latched on to.

“I’ll buy you one,” Alex promised, his eyes drifting shut. “I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m not,” Alex countered, nuzzling, nuzzling away. “I haven’t been drunk since you told me you think that Lego Batman and Joker should’ve been together in the movie. That sobered me right up.” I didn’t believe him, so Alex reassured me again. “I’m really not, Georgie. Unless you count being drunk on you? Because if you do, I totally am.”

“Stop flirting with me.” I wasn’t drunk anymore either. The wine had run out long ago. So I couldn’t even blame intoxication for my next words. It was all me. Like an idiot. “Shut up right now or I am going to kiss you.”

“If you don’t, I might literally die. Right now. I am being so…so good .” Alex’s voice was quiet enough I could hardly hear it over the thundering of my own heart. “I want you so fucking bad it’s driving me crazy. You have no idea how difficult it's been to hold back.”

“Then why don’t you make the first move?”

“Because I respect your boundaries. I told you sex was your choice to make. I won’t betray your trust. If you want more then you can have it,” Alex replied immediately. “But you have to want it.”

His eyes opened, and I met his gaze, shuddering. The hand that had been holding mine slipped free, a single finger tracing up the back of my forearm. I found it incredibly difficult to decide where to focus my attention, his mouth—or his hand. “I don’t think you were given choices in your last relationship. And I don’t think people listen to you enough. You deserve…better.”

“And you’re …better?”

“If you’ll let me be,” Alex replied. His fingers climbed higher, dipping into the inside of my elbow, then skimming up my bicep. “I didn’t mean to pressure you—to say anything,” he added. “But you just…your mouth. Jesus, George. I sw ear to god you have the prettiest mouth I’ve ever seen. And I just want to?—”

I kissed him.

I kissed him and the world didn’t end. I didn’t explode. Didn’t burst into flames. I did, however, die a little. Because as Alex’s lips parted, and a needy sound escaped him, I realized just how stupid I’d been. I should have been kissing him all this time. For three days I could’ve had his mouth on mine. For three days I could’ve?—

“Stop thinking,” Alex chided. “C’mon, Georgie. Please. I just—” His mouth firmed, lips growing hungrier, still soft, still careful. “Just feel me— Feel how much I need you.”

“Mmm,” I was the one who deepened the kiss, let my mouth go slack, let my lips part, let my tongue sneak out to tease along his lower lip, chasing the taste of chocolate cookies. Alex made another hungry sound, his teasing fingers turning into the scrape of his palm as he dragged his hand over my shoulder, then my collarbone, finally settling at my neck. He squeezed. My Adam’s apple bobbed beneath the touch, pulse skittering.

Alex was a greedy kisser. Once invited in, he never seemed to want to leave. He licked everywhere, these hungry swipes of his tongue that set my toes curling. If I didn’t give him what he wanted exactly the way he wanted it, he had no qualms about tugging my chin down with his thumb and forcing my mouth to open wider for his enjoyment. It felt like being fucked. Thoroughly. Completely. Lewd in a way I wasn’t sure kisses had ever been designed to be.

Despite how voraciously Alex devoured my mouth, palm on my throat, he never initiated more. He respected the unspoken boundaries I set as though it were easy to do so. Like he didn’t mind at all.

Content to be blue-balled for the duration of our short relationship, if that's what I chose.

He acted like this kiss was a gift.

Like it was worth something.

Priceless, honestly .

I’d never been valued as highly as Alex valued me. Never been treated so softly. Never had someone pay attention to me the way he did. Never had someone to protect me, or coddle me when I needed it, or allow me to coddle back.

He let me need him and he didn’t get angry.

It was no wonder that I’d initiated this.

That I wanted this.

It was as inevitable as the moon rising high in the sky.

We kissed for a long time, eons probably. Soft, then harsh, then soft again. Alex was on top of me for more than half of our impromptu make-out session, the hot line of his body between my legs, hands on my face, holding me still and open for his tongue to plunder.

At one point, I ended up in his lap, fingers in his hair, his hands clutching tight at my lower back. He let me lead then, but only for a few minutes before he gave up trying to control himself and devoured my mouth again.

He was a little sloppy, and I liked that.

It felt honest.

By the time we’d stopped kissing, we were both breathless and spit slick. Alex’s cock was a hard, insistent line in his joggers, but he made no move to do anything about it aside from reach down and give it an apology squeeze with one of his big hands. I wasn’t sure how much time had actually passed. An hour? Maybe more.

Before this picnic, I’d never…kissed someone just for the sake of kissing. I’d never desired another person so much that the brush of their lips made me feel like I was shaking apart. Even when I’d been a horny teenager I hadn’t felt like one. I certainly did now though, still ogling Alex’s cock, my own dick pulsing in my jeans.

I sucked in a breath, and Alex groaned. He tipped his head back, the long line of his throat bobbing as his dark lashes drifted shut. “You are killing me, Duchess,” he murmured. “If you don’t stop staring at my dick I am not going to be held responsible for my actions. ”

He was all talk.

“Don’t call me that.”

“It’s Duchess or baby, you pick.”

“How about George?”

“Boring.” Alex made a sound like a buzzer going off. “Try again.”

“Do I really have to?” I pouted, and Alex’s responding chuckle was smooth as honey. He was on top of me again a second later, pinning me to the grass with his bulk. We’d rolled off the blanket, and the grass was chilly at my back. He was heavy. I liked it too much.

“No. You don’t. But I’d like it if you did.” Alex’s hand slid into my hair, pulling it taut. He tipped my head back to inspect the single, slutty hickey he’d left just behind my ear before I’d caught him and told him off. “I like giving you silly nicknames. Makes me feel like we’re close.”

“We’re literally as close as two people can be right now,” I countered, my hard dick aching. If he lowered his hips, we’d…oh god. Best not to think about that. I was half a second from cumming already, I didn’t need my imagination to help.

“I can think of a way we could be closer.” Alex’s voice dropped an octave, breathy as tingles shot down my spine. He leaned in, lips skimming my ear. “You like to be fucked, don’t you, Georgie?”

I whimpered, hips twitching up, searching for friction.

What a…what a lewd thing to say!

“I’ve seen the kind of toys you enjoy,” Alex added. “Long. Thick.” He nipped the shell of my ear and I squirmed, embarrassed. For a minute there, I’d almost forgotten about Neil. “Do you know how distracting that is? That I know you like your ass pounded? Can’t even fucking sit beside you without thinking about your cute little face pinching as you sink down on a big, fat cock.”

Apparently, horny Alex had a mouth on him. I…was not complaining. Not at all. This was spank bank material for the next century, even if it was mortifying to be so thoroughly called out .

“If you like big , Georgie, I can give you big,” Alex promised, breath teasing my ear. “I can fill you up nice and full. Wanna see?”

I nodded, heart stuttering.

To emphasize his point, Alex reached down, seeking out my hand. I let him guide it, knowing exactly where it was headed before it even reached his destination.

Alex laid my hand right over his hard cock. It was even thicker than I’d realized, and pulsing inside the soft cotton fabric of his pants. He gave my hand a squeeze, then released me, but I didn’t let go. Instead, I fanned my fingers out, curling them around the length of him, measuring his dick with bated breath.

Christ, he really was big.

As big as Neil.

Which was a tall order for a dick that wasn’t made of silicone.

Sliding my hand lower, I measured his length just like I had his width. All the while, Alex’s breath came hot and heavy, his big chest heaving. He was obviously affected by me. When I twisted to look at his face, his dark brow was furrowed and his eyes were scrunched shut—like it was taking everything he had not to buck into my hand.

“Nngh,” Alex made the frankly most pathetic—but sexy—sound I’d ever heard when I tightened my grip right at his tip. I swear to god the fabric was damp.

“I like to be fucked,” I confessed, shy but sure at the same time. Something came over me, a confidence I’d never had. It was his desire that brought it to life. Like being wanted gave me the courage to be honest. Alex’s hips rutted of their own accord and he swore softly, widening his stance like that would help him keep in control. “I like it hard , Alex. Raw. No barriers.”

“Christ.”

“I like to be split wide.”

“Ohmygod.” Another flex of his hips.

“I like to feel it when I sit down the next day—” It was impossible not to egg him on when he was like this. Even if the filth coming out of my mouth was as foreign as the cock in my hand. It wasn’t a lie though. It was the truth—a truth I’d never felt safe to tell anyone else.

“You would, wouldn’t you? Jesus with those legs and that ass—you’re made to be pounded into.” I squeezed Alex’s dick in reply and he made another pitiful sound, bucking into my grip. He’d been under the impression he had the upper hand when he really did not.

My hand slipped lower, cupping his sac overtop of fabric. Alex made a sound like he was dying. I’d never felt more powerful in all my life than I did then, holding Alex by the balls, literally.

“I like to be bred, Alex,” I added, voice shaking—because I’d never admitted this out loud. “Like to be fucked full and leaking.”

“I’d put a baby in you so fucking fast,” Alex blurted. “Jesus, I’d keep you pregnant twenty-four-seven if I could.”

Now it was my turn to whine.

Apparently, Alex and I shared kinks as easily as we shared wine bottles. My own hips canted up, and Alex made a hungry sound as my hand tightened on his sac. “If we’re not having sex, I need to know like right now,” Alex gasped out. “I didn’t mean to initiate this—I meant to respect your boundaries. But holy fuck, Georgie. You’re like goddamn ecstasy or something.”

“Again with the talk of drugs.”

“ George .” Alex’s voice snapped. It wasn’t angry so much as it was a warning. I’d never heard Alex do that and it was shocking to say the least. Maybe it should have upset me, or scared me—because Brendon had been dominant that way too, but it didn’t. Instead, a little thrill zinged through my body.

“ Alex ,” I drawled, softening my grip on his dick.

His nostrils flared, and our gazes met.

A beat passed as a silent war waged between us—and then Alex’s lips were on mine, somehow even hungrier than before. I slipped my hand inside his pants, fumbling beneath the elastic as he swore against my mouth.

“Condom?” I croaked .

“I’m good. Are you?”

“I am.”

When my fingers finally wrapped around his bare dick it took everything I had not to cum. He was just so…fucking huge . Jesus Christ. Easily the biggest I’d ever been with. Now I knew why he always spread his legs when he sat down. This thing was a goddamn monster. Thick and throbbing and sticky at the tip. Like he’d been leaking the last hour, leaving a wet patch in his underwear.

“Ohmygod,” Alex gasped, spreading his legs before flexing his hips into my grip. It was a bit dry. Of course it was. Neither of us had brought lube up here, but Alex didn’t seem to mind. His precum slicked the way enough, if the grunts against my mouth were any indicator. He enjoyed the snug scrape of my hand as I stroked him from root to tip, doing my best to smear the precum around.

The damp patch on his boxers where his cock had touched kept brushing my hand. Normally, that was something that would bother me. At least, with anyone else. With him, I found I didn’t mind, so engrossed in getting him off that the only thoughts in my head revolved around how fast, and how soon I could get this fucking monster inside my ass.

Alex’s hips bucked forward, grinding into my grip as he dropped his head, his breath puffing against my throat. “I’m not going to last,” he managed, riding my hand. The drag of his velvety skin tickled the pads of my fingers, making me feel frenzied. I wanted to see him. Didn’t want to simply touch. “Jesus Christ, you’re perfect.”

No one else had ever called me perfect before.

And I would’ve basked in it if I weren’t so eager to make him come. Snap, snap, snap, went Alex’s hips, fucking into me with a brutal grace that belonged in the wild—not here, in the relative safety of the campgrounds. He snarled, head tossing back, teeth bared.

I tightened my grip, his crown nudging against my palm—and then he was coming, spilling all over my fist and the inside of his pants. Alex losing control was a sight to behold. His head tossed back, big chest quaking with every desperate breath. His eyes, normally so full of mischief, were a flat, hungry black.

He rode my hand a few more times, slippery crown rubbing at my skin before I pulled my hand free of his boxers with a grimace. My wrist kind of hurt from the angle. And my palm was messy—not at all pleasant. Especially as his cum began to cool.

Alex caught my wrist before I could wipe myself clean on the grass. “ No ,” he said, voice like gravel.

“ Alex ,” I said, glaring at him. “My hand is?—”

“You’re going to lick it up.” Alex sounded so sure of himself I automatically wanted to argue.

“No, I’m not,” I huffed. But I didn’t protest whatsoever as he forced my hand toward my mouth. There was a question in his gaze. It was clear he didn’t want me to actually follow through if it bothered me. But… Christ.

It didn’t.

Grimacing, I flattened my tongue along my palm, scooping up the ribbons of cum.

“Oh my fuck.” Alex’s hips jerked forward like he hadn’t just come and was ready for round two. His eyes were trained on my tongue, on my face—like watching me lick up his pleasure was the single sexiest thing in the entire world. “Stick your tongue out, let me see it.”

I felt ridiculous, but I also felt…I felt gorgeous, too, as I stuck my tongue out as instructed, Alex’s cum sitting inside its curl. It was bitter tasting and salty—but I didn’t mind so much. Not if it was his.

“Now you really have Alex cooties,” Alex smirked. I scowled at him, mouth about to snap closed, but he stopped me. One of his hands gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open wider as my tongue began to tremble with the effort of staying out. “Keep it out like that,” Alex commanded, voice throaty and soft. “Lemme just…”

And then he was sucking around my tongue, cleaning it up with the filthiest, most delicious slurping noises. Eating his own fucking cum right from my mouth like it was a normal thing to do. Like it wasn’t dirty or lewd at all. When he pulled back he looked pleased as fuck. His hair was messier than I’d ever seen it, and that ravenous look in his eyes was still there.

Alex very slowly, very reluctantly released my mouth, allowing me to shut it, though his hand remained on my chin. “Jesus, I bet you’d let me spit in your mouth if I wanted to.”

“W-what?” I whined.

“Fucking filthy, baby. You’re so fucking sexy.” Alex sucked in a breath, rerouting his thoughts, his eyes just as hungry as before. Determined, he spoke again, “But I’ll save that for another time. Right now I’m going to suck your cock, Georgie,” he informed me. “If you want me to.”

Jesus Christ. Was he really going to make me say it out loud? I whined, and Alex had the audacity to look amused. He was a sadist. Worse than I was. Because he struggled back onto his knees, staring at me with evil glee. Staring at the way my cock tented my pants, at my flushed cheeks, at the way I couldn’t fucking stop squirming like it was a goddamn reward.

“Maybe you don’t want it,” Alex sighed—obviously fucking with me.

I made another sound, but apparently that wasn’t good enough because he acted like he was going to climb off of me.

“I want it,” I said in a rush.

“Huh.” Alex cocked his head, eyeing me up and down. I’d never felt more naked in all my life and I was currently fully clothed. “I’m not convinced.”

“Alex—”

“Beg me for it.”

“I’m not—I won’t. I’m not going to beg .” I growled at him, and his eyes danced.

“Fine,” he replied. “Then ask me. Nicely.” His shit-eating grin made me want to punch him—and also shove his face between my legs so he could make good on his promise. “You have good manners. Not with me—obviously. But I’ve seen it. C’mon. Give me the Georgie everyone else gets.”

“I hate you so much.”

“Sure, sure.” Alex waited. He could tell how much I liked this, which was seriously unfair. My entire world had narrowed. Even the party, still raging, could not steal my focus. I wasn’t even worried about bugs, or the dark, or random passersby seeing us in a compromising position.

There was only Alex and his mouth, and how badly I wanted to be inside it.

“Alex…” My voice cracked.

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

Jesus Christ, he wasn’t going to make this easy.

“Will you please…” Oh god. This was so embarrassing. Why did it make me so goddamn hard? Something was wrong with me.

“Yeees?” Alex’s grin only grew wider. Like he was the fucking Cheshire Cat or some shit. “I’m listening.”

“Will you please…” C’mon George. You can do this. It’s only one little request. Sure, it’s mortifying, but you’ve survived worse. You dropped Neil at the airport, remember? “Will you please suck my cock?” There! I’d done it. Surely Alex was going to end my suffering. He wanted this as badly as I did, right?

Wrong.

“Duchess or baby?” Alex’s voice was a teasing rumble.

“Oh Jesus Christ, not again.”

“You want your dick sucked? Pick a nickname.”

“This is coercion.”

“You can safe word out at any time. Red, yellow, green.” Alex ticked off, somehow already aware that I was familiar with the stoplight system. How the hell had he known I’d understand that? “Lucky guess,” he said, reading my mind for what felt like the millionth time.

“Alex.” I squirmed some more. Why was the fact that he’d had me pegged so effectively so attractive ?

“I’m not going to ask again.” Alex’s voice took on that low tone. No teasing. A simple, effective command made even more effective by the fact that he hardly ever dropped his playful attitude.

I gulped, cheeks flushed.

“Duchess,” I finally replied, the word ripped right out. “Or baby.”

“Both?”

“Yes.”

“You like both,” Alex confirmed, pleased as fuck as he bent close. “Don’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good boy.” A pleased shiver ran up my spine as Alex laced a tender, almost apologetic kiss against my mouth. “Alright. You gave me what I wanted. Now I’m going to give you what you want.”

“Please, please, please—” Wow. I had not meant to say that. I had apparently been whittled down to nothing. Instead of teasing, or finding triumph in the fact that my walls had shattered, Alex’s smile grew soft. Proud .

“What a good boy you are, Duchess,” Alex murmured. “Being so very sweet for me, aren’t you? So patient, playing my games.”

I had been patient.

So patient.

And my dick hurt—and I just?—

“You’re going to need to be quiet,” Alex purred against my ear. I nodded eagerly, my knees pinching together as my cock pushed insistently against my jeans. “Someone could walk by—it’s a risk.”

“I know,” I managed, because I did know.

“Are you drunk, Georgie?” Alex questioned, sliding down my body, slow and sure. “Don’t you dare lie to me.”

“No. I already told you I’m not. I haven’t been since…since before the kissing.”

“Good.” Alex slipped lower, lower. His breath ghosted my abs where my shirt had ridden up. “Just making sure. And you want my mouth on you? ”

“Y-yes.”

“Even though we’re out in the open—where anyone could see?” Fuck. How the hell did he know that turned me on? I could hardly breathe I was so fucking hard. Stars swam as I pinched my eyes shut and nodded.

“I want it.”

“Quiet,” Alex reminded me. “Put your hand over your mouth.” I did as I was told, belatedly realizing the hand on my lips was the cum-coated one. Grimacing, I forced back my initial reaction, instead letting the heat of my current bad decisions simmer between my legs.

I spread my legs a little, and Alex’s fingers worked my button free, then my zip. By the time he’d shoved my jeans down enough my briefs were showing, I was already whining up a storm behind my hand.

“That’s not very quiet,” Alex admonished, fingers slipping along the waistband of my underwear. My hips jolted up, and he clicked his tongue in reply. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” I couldn’t tell if he was teasing again or serious, so I was quick to shake my head, hand still firmly over my mouth.

“Are you shaking your head in agreement or disagreement?’”

It was definitely not a good idea. Not at all. As he’d pointed out, we’re out in the open. We could get caught at any moment, and while slipping my hand in his pants could be easily concealed, his face full of my dick could not. It was a bad choice. A bad decision. Stupid.

But I wanted it.

I wanted it so fucking bad.

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.”