Page 117 of Serpentine
So, I should trust his gut.
If I dig deep enough, I see that I genuinely want to hold Aella and know she’s alright. But I won’t admit it to myself. Or to Braxton.
“I’m going over there. Even if I have to knock your ass out and cuff you to your fucking bed.” I turn around, facing him. He’s still leaning against the door but edges closer with his face.
“Oh, yeah? You want to cuff me to my bed?”
My heart thumps away in my chest, and I forget my heading for a moment. The urgency to get to Aella is gone, hidden behind a wall of heat emanating from his closeness.
“You know what I fucking meant. Don’t toy with me, Brax!”
“I’d never, Brother.” His smirk is wicked and depraved as I roll my eyes.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why? It’s what you are, is it not?”
Flashes of the kiss in the hospital come back in taunting images as I close my lids against them. Braxton’s hand reaches up and cups my face gently. “I enjoy thinking of you as my brother. Thinking of your lips around my cock, my brother’s lips, gliding over my hardness… It turns me on.”
His admission is steering me so far off track I don’t even remember my fucking name, let alone what I was trying to accomplish. “It’s just so…”
“What? Taboo?” Brax asks. “Who gives a shit? If it makes us happy, fuck the world.”
His hand skims over my hard cock that’s straining in my jeans, gripping me as he tugs. I hiss in answer but press into him more.
“Look how hard you are for me. Come, let’s do something about it, yeah?” Brax teases, leaning his face even closer still.
His lips are inches away from mine, his breath taunting the fuck out of me as blood whomps in my ears so loud I can barely think. “Brax…” I plead, needing him to back up and needing air.
Needing him.
“I need to go check on Aella,” I lament.
He tsks, tugging me through my jeans again. Pre-cum beads and soaks into them. “Feels like you need to worry about yourself first if you ask me.”
I groan as my hips instinctively give way to him and press forward, sliding my cock through his firm grasp. “You’re playing dirty.”
His kiss steals my breath, his tongue giving me merely two strokes against my own before he pulls back. “It’s the only way I know how to play, Brother.”
I moan at the term, letting myself lean into our relationship. Allowing myself to give over to how good it feels to be fucking dirty with him.
“She might need us…” I tell him, pleading in my tone.
Brax unbuttons my pants, tugging my zipper down next as he keeps his eyes firmly on mine. “Aella is a big girl. She was doing just fine before we came along and turned her life upside down. She’s been through a lot. Let her process.”
I can’t focus on anything as he pulls my dick free and strokes it. I back into the door, panting as I flick my eyes between his smirking face and his massive, tattooed hand stroking me. So fucking hot. God, this is so… He swirls the palm of his hand through my beaded pre-cum, and my eyes nearly cross.
“Fuck, you’re bigger than I remember.” Something about the edge of his tone has me gasping for air.
This is something I swore I’d never let happen again between us. Something I swore I didn’t enjoy. Even when I was stealing looks at him in the clubhouse or while he was riding beside me.
The term brother had me thinking I couldn’t be shit to him. The world’s views had me believing I was fucked up for wanting this. For wanting him.
But he taught me otherwise.
Deep down, he knows who he is and is unapologetic about it. It’s one thing that draws me to him, like a moth to the flame.
“Brax,” I moan as he increases his speed, his calloused hand fucking me in frenzied strokes.