Page 144 of Serpentine

It’s just the two of us.

I don’t know when the pivotal moment was that we two fell in love. I don’t know when I even began looking at him differently. All I know is that it happened, and there’s no going back.

“Tell me what you wanted from me. Why did you come?” Braxton says again when I don’t speak.

“You,” I tell him.

I wonder if this is why Aella refused to ride with me to get Braxton. She knew a storm was brewing inside me that only Braxton could weather, and she knew we needed to be alone to fight the raging waves together.

He and I have never gone beyond kissing beyond blow jobs in secret.

Beyond what we deemed safe to do with one another.

His kiss comes fast and hard, and my mind blanks. All the worry and stress are gone, and there’s just him. Just his hand stroking me, his tongue devouring mine, and his hand cupping the side of my face gently.

But I don’t want gentle.

I want everything Brax can give, and none of it is tender.

Because if Braxton is anything, he’s turbulent. Volcanic, even.

The kiss turns frenzied, his hand pressing into the back of my head and his lips demolishing mine. Pain stings through me. I welcome it.

It’s not long before we’re tearing clothes off, tossing them onto the cold ground, and forgetting the nip of the chilly wind and icy weather.

“Get on my bike,” Braxton says, tone obliterating any of the nervous energy inside me. “On the edge.”

I do as I’m told, as I do when I’m with him.

He’s got a notable presence about him, and letting him lord over me makes me feel as though I don’t have to worry. There’s too much I’m in control of in our day-to-day lives, and I’ve always looked to Braxton for having someone to take on the burdens. So why not let him take the reins in this aspect, too?

He reaches into the pack he keeps on his bike, pulls out a bottle of lube, and uncaps it.

“Keep that in there for special occasions?” I ask, teasing my cock with strokes every so often as I watch him drop a healthy amount of lube into his palm.

He caps it and tosses it onto our clothes on the ground.

He doesn’t smile, doesn’t give me an answer. He only looks at me vehemently as he rubs the lube over his cock, the sounds of him fucking himself with the lube making pre-cum leak out of me.

Stepping closer, between my open legs, he takes his lube-coated hand and slides it past my balls toward my ass.

My nerves rise, and my belly tightens, tightening the muscles of my asshole with it.

“Relax, Brother. It’s going to feel good. I’m going to make it feel good.” His words and tone make my cock throb against my stomach.

His other hand strokes up and down my cock as he slides a finger inside me.

“Holy fuck,” I breathe, and his eyes light.

We’re utterly alone in the wilderness, snow falling around us, yet it feels like the world is our audience.

Like there are so many eyes on us as we finally let go of inhibitions.

A groan emits from me as he adds another finger inside me, moving his fingers in and out of my ass as he strokes me, his eyes intense and dull into mine.

“Brax,” I say breathlessly.

“I’ve got to stretch you.” His breathing is as erratic as mine.