Page 139 of Serpentine

I moan as he pumps in and out of my ass; the lubricant is making a symphony of noises. My body moves of its own volition on Braxton’s cock, and he whimpers and leans back.

“Bambi, Jesus…” he hisses, arms stretching out on the handlebars as if at my complete mercy.

“I can’t help it. I need more,” I breathe.

“Than more, you shall have,” Miles says, gripping my hips in his hands to guide my ass to his cock.

One hand leaves my hip to guide his dick to my entrance, and when he finds it, I hold my breath.

Brax’s hand rubs over my clit, building a new storm in me that’ll drown me with its waters. “Don’t hold your breath. Don’t tighten up. Let him in, Bambi. Let us both fuck you. Let us have what’s ours!” The last part is snarled at me, and it heats my fucking blood.

Once Miles finally worked his way into my ass and I was seated fully on both their cocks, they still gave me a moment to get used to the whole feeling.

“I can’t breathe,” I admit, trying to capture breath that keeps alluding to me.

“We don’t need you to breathe, princess. We need you to scream!” Miles says, and that’s all the warning I get before he and Brax both grab hold of me and begin lifting and dropping me on them.

The stretch, the feeling of them both inside me, is too much and right all at the same time. I feel as though I’m going to combust soon, too soon.

“I knew you were the right one for us. From the moment I saw you outside your house, Bambi. I knew you’d be ours,” Braxton says, and Miles moans in answer when I try to help them, using Braxton’s shoulders as leverage to ride them both now that it feels so fucking good.

“Fuck, look how good you take us, princess. You like how good our big dicks feel inside you?” Miles groans out, and all I can do is nod, mouth wide open.

“Oh, she’s going to come, aren’t you, Bambi?” Brax teases, finding my clit again and edging me nearer to the cliff.

“It might kill me,” I admit breathlessly, all of us moving a little quicker toward our collective ends.

“We’ll bring you back, princess. Because you’re ours!” Miles says as I feel heat shoot through my ass when his cock erupts first.

My eyes roll back, the two of them taking over as I lose rhythm when my orgasm slams into my body, stealing my ability to move.

“Fuck!”

Brax comes last, jutting off the bike and slamming inside me to fill me with his cum, the last part of their internal brand locking into place.

Miles wraps around me from behind, and Brax does the same from the front. I feel…secure. Loved. Coveted. Beautiful.

“We love you, Aella. Whatever happens in the future, we’re in this shit life together; you got that?” Brax asks me, and a tear makes its way down my cheek.

I swipe it away as he pecks me.

Miles’s head comes next to mine, inching closer to Braxton’s right before their lips meet, and they share a kiss that makes me shift on Braxton’s hardening cock that’s still inside me.

“Bambi… Don’t do that, or we’ll never leave this shop,” he moans, pulling away from Miles’s lips. Miles nips my ear, licking the shell as his tickling breath excites me even more.

“Don’t stop, princess. Make him scream!” Miles whispers in my ear, hand coming down to rub my clit as I fuck up and down Braxton’s length again, another storm brewing over the vast oceans of us all over again.

Hours later, when we’ve all finally had our fill, we’re in front of the television in the living room. I’m on Miles’s lap, and my feet are in Braxton’s. We’ve had pizza and beer and discussed sharing one bedroom instead of me going between the rooms each night. Now, a peaceful silence has come down over the room as the television plays the last of a movie none of us are watching.

“I set a meeting with our parents two days from now. I haven’t found the right time to tell you guys with all that’s been…” Miles’s smile lifts, and one answers his on my face.

“We’ll get through it,” I say, “together.”

FORTY-FOUR

BRAXTON

We’ve been sitting in front of Montague Inc. for an hour now. Aella is behind me still, though we’re not driving. Her hands are clasped over my stomach, and her head lies on my back. Her breathing is anything but steady, and I know tears are staining the cobra on the back of my jacket. She doesn’t need my words, though. She needs my stoic silence and presence. My body heat.