Page 215 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
He was kindness personified.
“Areyou sorry?” Alex shifted his hips up, our dicks aligning. “You don’tfeelvery sorry.” He arched a brow, and I flushed, chastened. “Mmm, that wasn’t an admonishment, baby. I’m just…” His phone dropped to the floor unceremoniously as Alex found my hips, fingers digging in. “Really? Seeing mepissed off really revs your engine, does it?”
My nose scrunched, because the question itself was horrendous—even if the answer was yes.
“Now Ireallywish I could take you to one of my hockey games,” Alex laughed. “They’re just for fun, but I can’t help but get pissed.” I shivered, ignoring the sad reality of that statement and instead focusing on the part that mattered. “You like that? You like me mad?” One of Alex’s hands cupped my throat, giving it a squeeze. “Fuck, I should’ve guessed. You always fight with me. Is that why? You wanna get me all riled up. Want me to fuck you like I hate you?”
Okay. I hadn’t realized that was a thing I desired until he said it.
Breathless, all thoughts of talking about our relationship flew out the window. Alex growled, jerking me onto the mattress with a grunt I felt right between my legs.
And then he made good on his promise, yanking my pants down with no finesse. Insistent, lubed fingers snuck between my cheeks. His cock followed—filling me up till he was all I could think about.
Till he was all I could breathe.
Till I was simply a hole for him to pound his frustrations out on. Eyes rolled back, his hand covered my mouth to keep me from alerting the neighboring tents to what he was doing. With feigned disregard for my wishes—Alex fucked me brutally enough, I swear to god, my ass was bruised.
Sweat dripped down his temple onto the mattress, his blue eyes wild.
Betraying him, as always, because despite how rough he was being, there was no denying the affection in his gaze. The awareness, never to push too hard. Never to hurt me.
When he finished, my hole felt as sore as he’d wanted it to. Well-fucked, stretched, and full of his cum. He tucked his fingers up inside me, scraping it out, then made eye contact as he slurped his own cum right from his filthy fingers. He sank back over my body, reaching for his cock and aiming it atmy hole again like he planned on shoving back in despite the fact it was only half hard.
I was a limp sated mess, and therefore didn’t protest when Alex’s other hand covered my mouth again.
“You want my cock back in your pussy?” he purred against my ear, his crown notched against my loose hole. “Want me to breed you nice and full, Duchess?”
“Guyyyysss,” a tired, annoyed voice echoed—way too close for comfort. “Seriously? Some of us are trying to sleep.”
I didn’t know who had spoken—and was glad for that. A horrifiedeepescaped me.
“Fuck off, Martin,” Alex called—before burying his face in the back of my neck with a dry laugh. “Apparently our ‘quiet’ isn’t so quiet,” he chuckled, totally unrepentant about the trauma he’d caused his extended family.
“I want to die,” I told him when he removed his hand from my mouth. “I want to—” Alex put his hand back.
“None of that.” He clucked his tongue, kissing the back of my neck. Still, his cock pushed against my ass. “We’re just sleeping,” he promised. “Gonna fill you up so you can rest.”
He was shameless.
Seriously shameless.
And I loved him for it.
Just like I loved the puff of his breath on the back of my neck, echoing in the silence as Alex settled in for the night. His fingers looped my wrist, playing with the bracelet there absentmindedly.
Awake, despite the fact he’d promised we were only sleeping.
His cock was softening inside me. It slipped out of its own accord—a shame, really.
“Are you asleep?” Alex asked several long, quiet minutes later.
Now’s your chance.
“No.”
“Good.” He pecked my neck. And then he was moving away from me. I frowned, twisting to glare at him only to be floored by what I saw him doing. His watch came off with an easy click, like he’d done it so many times it took no effort at all. He was oddly reserved as he crowded against my back again and wound the watch band around my wrist. It was a tad big. He had to close it all the way on the last hole.
“Looks good on you,” Alex said, running his fingers across the band, underneath it, against the sensitive fragile skin where my veins stood stark and blue.
