Page 144 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
George didn’t balk at the nickname. In fact, already, his eyes had taken on that sexy fog they’d had yesterday. Like he was sinking into his head, trusting me to take the reins and keep him safe. So much faster than last time.
Like I had house money now—since I’d taken such good care of him the day before.
It was heady.
“What do you…what do you want from me?” George asked, his voice shakier than normal. He was quaking with anticipation. Or maybe the fear of getting caught? He liked that. Liked that a lot. If his reactions the night before hadn’t made that clear, the way his dick was threatening to poke through his slut-shorts would have.
“I just want you to stand there and look pretty,” I said. George cracked a smile, making it obvious he knew I’d said that on purpose to set him at ease. It was our thing now. Not intentionally—but…hell.
Who could blame me?
He was the definition of pretty.
Long, leggy, golden in every way. Like a twinky Adonis, all compact, corded muscle. There was a softness to him too, around his center, belly a flat scoop rather than hard-trained abs. He was fucking gorgeous. A work of art. Something to be proudly displayed and coveted.
If I wanted him to never lift a finger again for the rest of this trip, that was my prerogative.
“You always say that,” George laughed, interrupting my ogling. He shivered, and my gaze snapped to his nipples, perking up despite the lack of chill. No…that was all arousal. Fuck.Yes.
“I always mean it,” I countered. “Okay…” My hands found his hips, sinking into the skin hard enough to bite. No bruises from last time, unfortunately. But I could leave some if he wanted. Gentle waves continued to lap away at the wooden stilts in the water. The wood at George’s back was a honeyed color, perfectly complimenting his natural color palette
“Before we go any further I need to make sure you understand how important it is that you are honest with me when we’re in the middle of a scene. I’ll be honest too, I promise. But communication isreallyimportant, as uncomfortable as it might be to…voice some of the things you might want. Especially because I am…new to this.” I hated admitting that. Hated showing weakness when I was asking him to rely on me.
But if I couldn’t be honest with George, how could I expect him to be honest with me?
George tensed, and to combat it, one of my hands slid up the center of his chest, cupping his throat in my hand. His Adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped. I squeezed, just enough to get his focus on me and not the thoughts in his head.
If I start it’ll be easier for him to open up.
“I want to restrain you,” I told him. “With rope.”
“O-okay.”
“I want to fuck you when you’re bound.”
“R-right.” Christ, his stuttering was adorable.
“I want to call your hole a pussy. Want to talk about impregnating you. Want to cum in your ass.” Jesus, just laying it out like that should not have been as sexy as it was. It should’ve made it feel clinical, but it didn’t.
Maybe communication was half the fun?
George groaned, the sound vibrating beneath my palm—like simply hearing the list of kinks I wanted to try was getting him off.
“I’m going to try a few things. And I want this to be organic, natural, just you and me. We may progress places I don’t plan sometimes, and that’s okay. But I need to know that if that happens you’re going to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, need to slow down, or want to stop.”
“I can do that.” George’s voice was throaty. Maybe not as hoarse as mine, but certainly affected by what we were doing. I gave his neck another gentle squeeze. His heart was beating like crazy. Skittering all over the goddamn place.
“I never want you to lie to me George,” I said firmly. “Do you understand that?”
“Yes.”
“Even if youthinkI want something, I don’t want that to alter your judgment. You choose based on your own desires, not mine.” There wasno room for argument in that statement, and I hoped he understood that, though I doubted I’d manage to get away with such a decisive command without some push back.
“But…” George protested.
I grinned, proud that I’d seen right through him. “George,” I made a point to use his name again, not his nickname, “No buts. I’m serious. If you lie to me about your boundaries we will not be having sex again. Do you understand? That ismyhard limit. You will break me if you lie. Don’t.”
“Okay.”
