Page 20 of Serpentine
“I didn’t say you could move!” he shouts, and there’s something feverish in his tone. Frantic, even.
I move back, putting my foot back up.
He turns back, seeing me back in place, and he nods. Like I’d done what he wanted, something starved off momentarily.
I realize he could be a fucking psychopath, and I’m just splayed open for him to toy with, but my newfound power and choice to make my own decisions is at the forefront of my mind.
“So, no one’s eaten this pussy before, Bambi?” he asks, and even though I feel as though the answer is implied, I shake my head.
“No,” I rasp.
He drops to his knees before me, and the power I felt before becomes something more—crimson electricity shooting through me.
“If I lick it, it’s mine,” he says, and my leg keeping me standing nearly buckles.
I tug the fabric of my dress up, my panties still pushed to the side, pussy on full display.
“Do you understand me, Bambi?” he asks.
He needs my confirmation. Right now, I’d give him whatever he wants.
The light pattering of the rain hitting the trees sounds, sprinkles collecting on my fevered skin. “Yes, I understand.”
It’s barely out when he dives forward, mouth spreading around me, tongue lashing at me.
“Holy shit!” I moan, head falling back. My hand grips the back of the seat on the bike, and the other grips my dress tightly. “Holy shit!”
I’ve felt nothing like it. No vibrator can do his mouth justice, and though he keeps his fingers out of me, only teasing around my entrance every so often as he licks me, I know I can come like this. And soon.
He wastes no time on words. His tongue slips through my folds like I’m the first drop of rain in a summer filled with drought. The power of him on his knees, his face between my thighs, is giving me a high like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
“Brax, oh god, I’m going to...”
He presses in further, giving me more.
I soar higher and higher, my screams mixing with the sound of rain, telling the forest creatures what heaven feels like.
“Braxton!” I shout as my body shatters when he sucks my clit. He doesn’t relent, he keeps sucking and licking until my legs are rocking, and my screams are incoherent babbles of lust-filled words.
When he stands, I can’t make words. I can’t think. My pussy is throbbing with joy, and I don’t know how to thank him for what he’s done.
Do you thank a man for that?
In all the porn I’ve ever watched, in the comfort of my room, with the door locked, the man always gets more than the woman. That is not the case with this biker. He’s given me everything and hasn’t demanded a fucking thing.
“Are you alright, Bambi? Though, should I call you Thumper? The way you vibrated when you came has me wondering.” His smile is the calmest and most unburdened I’ve ever seen the man. I wonder if I didn’t give him something in return, just by letting him have his way with me.
“Ha-Ha,” I tease, shifting my panties back over my pussy and dropping my dress. My knees give out when I stand, and he captures me in his massive arms. Our faces are so close. Too close.
“Brax,” I whisper, and he nods but doesn’t speak.
Lightning cracks overhead, and it breaks the spell between us. “Come on, Bambi, we’d best get you home.”
Home?
After he’s got me settled back behind him—his jacket on me to shield me from the pelting rain and his helmet firmly on my head—we race back the way we came.
Part of me wonders where we’re going because I no longer have a home. Not since Charlotte stole it.