Page 146 of Serpentine

And he does.

With each of his bent thrusts, he looks like a fucking god. One comes to do the Devil’s bidding.

“More, fuck, more!” I beg, and all my inhibitions drop altogether.

How I made it this long without letting it happen is beyond me. But now that it is, there’s no going back.

This is us, raw and unfiltered. The rest of the club will either accept it or leave. I don’t fucking care either way.

“You take me so fucking well, Brother,” Brax says, and my cock swells in his hand in answer.

His sweltering eyes grow languid, his mouth dropping open.

“Fuck, I’m going to come. Tell me I can fill your ass. Tell me I can fucking come inside you, Miles,” he begs deliriously.

“No,” I tell him. “Come with me. Come on my dick,” I beg, feeling my release rise to the surface.

The thought of being painted in both our cum makes shivers rake my spine.

“Holy fucking shit,” Brax grits out, tugging out of my ass right in time to jack his cock and erupt over mine.

Quickly, I reach for my dick that he dropped and stroke without mercy, using his cum to lubricate each beat of my palm against flesh.

“Braxton, fuck!” My stomach tightens, and my dick erupts, my cum mixing with his on my stomach.

As we both still slowly stroke ourselves, a moment of silence befalls us.

“That was much more intense than I thought it would be…” he trails off, tugging his cock once more to wring out whatever’s left inside before stepping back and running his eyes up and down my body.

I’m still leaning back on the bike, body covered in our spend, biting my lip.

“Poor Aella missed out.” I laugh.

He shakes his head. “She knew this was going to happen.”

I nod. “I agree. She did.”

He motions for me to get off the bike and pulls wipes from the same pack he got the lube from, tossing them to me to clean off.

“What the hell else is in that fucking thing?” I joke as I open the pack and begin wiping my body off.

It’s too bad because I’d love to go home to Aella and make her lick it all off.

My nipples harden at the thought.

“If I tell you, I’d have to kill you,” he says, tossing my clothes onto the bike as he tugs into his own.

He can tell the moment I’m second-guessing what just happened. The moment I realize what I just let happen, and spiral.

He steps into me, lifting my chin with his finger as he searches my face with his eyes. “Don’t do that.”

I breathe because it’s all I can do.

“It’s hard not to worry.”

He nods. “I know it is. But fuck them. Fuck them all. Fuck what they think. I’ve loved you since I was fifteen, Miles. I’ll be damned if I let anyone else’s views of us hold weight against how happy I am right now.”

I smile, closing the distance between us and kissing him slowly, passionately.