Page 30 of Serpentine
“Bathe her in red,” Brax groans, and his tone boils my blood. I moan around him, and he reaches down, pulls the shirt I’m wearing—Miles’s shirt—up, and finds my nipples, tweaking them and making me moan again.
Miles shuts off the reading light, bathing us in the red glow of Braxton’s favorite bulbs.
“Mmm, I like how your throat vibrates when you cry out for me, Bambi!” he breathes, continuing his movements as I feel my shorts get tugged down.
I pop off Braxton’s length as I look down. Brax comes around to where my head is lifting off the bed, holding it on either side as he bends down to say, “We don’t mind sharing you, Aella. Not if you don’t.”
Miles nods in agreement as he looks over my pussy appreciatively. His green eyes look eerie in the red light of the room as if he’s the Devil coming to life. He licks his lips. “Can I kiss you, princess?”
It’s only a moment that my brain fights with confusion before I realize what he’s asking, and I nod.
“No penetration,” Braxton commands, and Miles nods. When he bends over my pussy, I move to lay my head back down. Brax holds me in place.
“No. Watch my brother lick your pussy, Bambi. It’s so much better when you watch. Trust me.”
I nod in his hands, fighting the urge to look up at him and beg him to kiss me. I don’t know if he has the same rules as Miles or if it’s something they don’t like to do with women just to keep them at a distance. Or maybe there’s some trauma associated with the act that turns them both against it.
Miles spreads my lips and blows on my clit. My soul almost leaves my body.
“Miles!” I moan, and his eyes flick up to me in wonder.
“Mmm, she has that effect,” Brax says, chuckling darkly.
“Please,” I beg when he leans down to blow again. He smirks, sticking the tip of his tongue out and rubbing it against my swollen clit a few times.
He’s toying with me, I realize. I don’t know if I can stand it.
“Fuck, please!” I roar, and Braxton laughs.
“Feisty little deer, isn’t she?” Brax says, but Miles doesn’t reply.
He lowers his face, tongue savagely licking me as I cry out. It’s loud, and I hope no one in the house hears and tries to join.
While I’m good at being theirs, I’m not okay with anyone else seeing me this way.
I’ll unpack the reasoning later when I’m alone.
Miles moans, and it vibrates through my sensitive center, and then he sucks on me before pressing his tongue further. The added pressures are making me ravenous.
“Look how hungry he was, Bambi. He’s not even toying with his meal, only devouring,” Brax says, still making me watch what Miles is doing below.
“Fuck!” I groan through gritted teeth when I feel the first gathering of orgasms tingling through me.
“How does it feel? Do you like when my brother licks your pussy?” Braxton asks, and I nod. He laughs. “Well, tell him. How does he know if you don’t tell him?”
It’s as if they’re letting me feel what I haven’t before, all the while helping me learn what I like and how I like it at the same time.
“It feels so good, Miles. Your tongue feels so good,” I rasp.
“Good girl,” Braxton says, and my pussy clenches under his words. “Now, tell him something you want him to do. Command the man between your thighs. Own your fucking power.”
Miles looks up, tongue swirling around my clit and making it hard for me to think.
“Fuck me with your tongue. Please, put it inside me,” I beg, and Miles looks to Braxton.
Even if we share, Miles knows boundaries are already forming between us.
“Do as you’re told, Brother. Don’t want to bite the hand that feeds you, after all,” Brax says, and I grip the sheets to prepare for whatever onslaught is to come.