Page 43 of Serpentine
Nerves gather in my belly, pulling taut like a string. I swallow as he leans forward and puts his hand in front of my pussy.
I hear him click a button, and before I can fathom it, the tip of it connects with my clit, vibrations causing me to arch away from it.
His other hand comes down on my back, straightening me back out. “Stay still, Bambi, or you’ll get your first spanking.”
I try my damnedest, but when he touches me again, it’s innate that I move.
His hand connects with my ass, and the sting elevates the arousal dripping from me. “Brax,” I moan, eyes closing.
“Be a good girl for me, Aella.”
The way he’d said it had me wanting to be just that—his good girl.
“Please,” I beg, and he presses the vibrator back against my throbbing clit. This time, it gives me just what I need.
When I’ve made myself come, I always use my hands. Grinding them over my clit had been the only thing I could do. I couldn’t risk Carter finding toys and telling my dad.
Now, I think it was the wrong choice. This is what I’ve been missing.
I grind against the wand, and Braxton keeps still.
“Fuck, that’s so sexy, Aella. Take what you need. Make yourself come,” he rasps out.
“Feels so fucking good,” I mutter, knowing he likes my words.
I move greedily, forgetting all pomp and circumstance, panting and crying out unrestrained as I near the cliff of orgasm.
“One day soon, this will be my cock you’re riding. I’m going to sink so deeply into this tight cunt, it will be hard to breathe. Would you like that, Bambi?” he teases.
“Yes! God, yes!” I scream, rushing and sloppy.
Braxton only chuckles as I break, coming hard and seeing stars.
My body slows, but he leaves the vibrator in place until I move away from it.
“Now, was that enough, or does this greedy pussy need more? I have to take you in public, after all. Can’t have you all hungry while we’re out.”
Even though I want whatever he’ll give me, I nod. “So much better. Thank you.”
He helps me off the bench, slipping his fingers over my sensitive clit a few times, and I’m shamelessly moving with the swipe of his hand in a matter of seconds, heavy-lidded.
“I should thank you, Bambi. It’s an honor to make you come.”
His lips meet mine, and I pretend this is where I belong for a moment. Pretend I’m not hidden away from the world with a biker gang somewhere in the Oregon forest. Because fuck if I don’t want it to be true.
When Brax pulls down Main Street, I look out the visor on the helmet—his helmet—he’d stuck on my head again to look at the passersby. My hands wrap around his rock-hard stomach. Even though I’m still very rattled by everything that happened yesterday, the buzz around us as Braxton parks on the side of the street near other bikes boasting Cobra signets on their body has me electrified.
“Come on, Bambi. Let’s have some fun,” he says, holding his hand out for me to give him his helmet.
When it’s off, I’m confident my hair is askew, but Brax takes a moment to adjust it for me, doting over every single portion of it until he nods in satisfaction.
“Beautiful, as always.” He leans down and kisses my forehead, and I’m not ready for how my stomach flips.
He turns, sliding my hand into his, and leads me through the packed carnival. It’s summer, but there’s a crisp breeze, and the temperatures at night haven’t been spiking over seventy.
There are booths set up all around the town square. The scent of cotton candy and fried dough drifts on the wind, and my stomach reminds me of the forgotten lunch I’d left on the table. No doubt Kylo will find it and devour it. The man seems to eat anything that’s not tied down.
We end up at the Cobra’s tent, next to a game where kids shoot guns and scream at one another. I focus on the kids instead of what Braxton speaks to Lutz about. Sully is sitting in a tent next to the ring toss, and a little girl in front of him is getting a butterfly painted on her cheek.