Page 153 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
“Anything you want, precious,” I promised, “but…I need to see you. Need to see that pretty face. You okay if I pull out for one quick second? I promise I’ll push right back in and stuff you nice and full again.”
George made an unhappy sound, but ultimately nodded. I was quick about it, slipping out of his well-fucked hole and flipping him around carefully. I did accidentally knock Neil with my foot in my haste, unfortunately. Though the plop of the dildo hitting the water where the boats were normally stored was easy to forget when George was docile in my arms.
RIP Neil, you delightful silicone bastard.
Ignoring the wood and possible ass splinters I might get from it, I sat down on the floor with my back to the wall and pulled George into my lap. It was easy to angle his hips just right, and even easier to slip inside his cum-slick entrance. Jesus Christ, it was so good. Hot and sticky and inviting. Twitching around me, George welcomed me back into his body with a grateful sigh. Like I was doing him a favor.
My dick attempted to harden, and I didn’t stop it. I had no intention of fucking him again at present—he wasn’t ready for that. But if I was somewhat hard it would mean I could stay inside him for longer like he wanted.
My focus was on George.
On his tear-streaked face.
On the way he was shaking, his eyes glassy and lost.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so pretty,” I said, giving his hips one last squeeze before I slid my hands up his body to cup his face. “So pretty when you suffer. Theprettiest.”
George cracked a sweet smile—made sweeter by the presence of tears still in his red-rimmed eyes.
“Why don’t you lean on me,” I offered, “you wanted me to hold you.” George nodded. “And I live to please.” His head bobbed again before he rested it on my shoulder. I stroked my hands up and down the long line of his back, enjoying the way his chest expanded with each breath he took.
George’s shorts were caught around one ankle, tickling my bare leg, but I ignored the odd sensation in favor of giving him what he needed. I moved my hands in languid sweeping motions, then short rubs over his wrists and forearms, keeping him cared for as I beckoned him back to reality, little by little.
Putting George back together after taking him apart filled me with a sense of rightness I had rarely, if ever, experienced.
“How’re your knees?” I murmured against his hair, nuzzling into him as I took his full weight. “Is the wood hurting them?”
“S’fine,” George slurred, lips skimming my throat. “I…happy.”
I happy.
What acompliment.
Jesus, he was cute.
“You’re such a cutie pie, Georgie Porgie,” I groaned, rubbing the back of his neck, amused when he sighed. I swear to god if he really was a cat he’d be purring right now. “The cutest cutie patootie I’ve ever met.”
“Shut up,” his response was weak—but very Georgie.
“Christ, I just wanna eat you up.” I mimed biting him and he snorted out a laugh. A laugh that made his hole flutter around my dick again—and god, wasn’t that nice? I’d never been with someone who wanted to be stuffed after sex was over. It was fucking nirvana. My dick was oversensitive and every weak clench of his hole sent sparks down my spine.
“No more biting.” George curled his long arms around me. He gave me a fragile squeeze and I thunked my head against the wall, peering up at the high wooden beams that criss-crossed the ceiling with a happy grin.
“No more biting,” I agreed. “Fornow.”
“You’re like a naughty puppy,” he accused. “Always gnawing on things.”
“Ooo, now there’s an idea for another time,” I enthused, still rubbing the tension out of his neck. I moved on to his shoulders, then his back again, enjoying the way he flopped into me like a dead fish. Which may not have sounded sexy, but totally was. “Puppy play,” I added, in case that wasn’t obvious. “Maybe after I get you a pair of cat ears and a butt plug with a tail. I can try to hump you and you can hiss and bite me like the pretty kitty you are.”
“You have a wild imagination.” George’s face told me he was considering it. “What about as owner and pet?”
“You or me?”
“You, dog. Me, owner.”
“Mmm, thatcouldbe fun,” I agreed, imagination already running wild. Me on my knees, sniffing between George’s legs, whining at him because I wanted to lick his dick but it was covered. George gasping and getting mad at me, trying to shove me off only for him to stumble—oh fuck yes. George on hiskneeson the floor, with me behind him, humping his ass through his clothes, puppy ears bouncing. “Okay,yes. That would be awesome.”
“Yeah?”
