Page 84 of Serpentine
I lean forward and nibble her bottom lip, reveling in the hitch in her breathing and the moan she lets loose. “Greedy, greedy girl, aren’t you?”
She laughs breathlessly. “No. I’m just a realist. What does it matter where you are when you do something if it’s what you want to do?”
“Mmm, and what you want to do is let me fuck you against a dingy wall in the middle of a dark alley while Blaze watches our six?”
She turns, registering where Blaze is standing stoically, looking around attentively. Almost as if she’d forgotten he was there.
“I know that should put me off, all you’ve just said, but it doesn’t. What does that make me?” she asks, looking back at me.
I’m hovering near her face, trying to keep my fucking wits, but it’s not working. Not when she’s so willing to give me what I crave.
“It makes you addicting; that’s what it makes you,” I tell her, closing the small distance between us. I’m lost to her and the feel of her kiss.
Her kisses are unrestricted. There’s no hesitance or thought behind her lips moving with mine, only raw feeling and need.
I reach down, finally registering she’s in a short dress. She’s got boots on and a denim jacket. Her pussy is uncovered, and I growl as my hand skims across shaved, silky skin.
“Did you come here with intentions of fucking me, Ms. Montague?”
She shrugs. “A girl can hope, can’t she?”
“Are you still sore?” I ask, slipping two fingers between her folds and through the wetness of her center.
“From Brax? He told you?” she breathes.
“Of course, he told me.”
“Are you mad?” she asks, and she tries to maintain a calm facade, but her features grow heated as I slip a finger inside her tight cunt.
“Fuck to penetrate this beautiful pussy finally, Aella…”
Of course, I was mad she disobeyed an order, and I don’t know that she wasn’t the reason the clubhouse was hit, but the tension building between us was all I could focus on.
The way she’s grinding over my hand, begging for more with each panted breath, has my brain on a single track, and it’s not one that discusses all the bullshit surrounding us.
I slide another finger inside her, and she lets her head fall back to the building behind her and a moan to slip free. “Miles.”.
The image of her and Brax and what they might’ve done comes back to me, and my cock gets even harder behind my pants.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Aella.”
Leaning down, I kiss her neck before nibbling her flesh and making her grind harder on my hand. There’s going to be a damp spot in my pants where the evidence of how badly I want her is leaking from me, but I don’t care to rush it.
“Tell me, princess, did my brother fuck you good?” I whisper in her ear, pumping harder and grinding the heel of my palm over her clit.
“Y—Yes,” she stammers.
“Did you come all over his cock?” I tease, nipping the shell of her ear with my teeth.
She’s wetter and wetter the more I tease her, and the thought that I’m touching her where he already was has my eyes rolling back in my head.
Something about sharing with him is so fucking hot. It’s something I’ll allow myself to have of him even if I won’t let other aspects of us become anything.
“I did,” she finally answers when I fuck my fingers into her quicker, heel grinding harder.
“Where did he come?” I ask. “Did he fill this tight cunt with his cum? Or did he paint your pouty lips with it?”
Her nails grip into my shoulder, and my cock twitches at the sting of pain.