Page 88 of Serpentine
“Your brother.” I shove a bite of orange chicken into my mouth, chewing gleefully as my body realizes how hungry I genuinely am, and I become ravenous.
“That’s what you’re eating for dinner?” he leans in as if it gives him a better vantage point.
I nod. “It was quick and easy. I bought enough for the next few days. I’m so tired.”
“You look it, Bambi. Did it go well, at least? Was everyone nice?”
I shrug. “Nice enough, considering.”
“Considering what? You didn’t do shit to them besides being born. Want me to come kick their asses?”
The way he’s doused in the red lights of the basement makes him look even more alluring on the phone screen, and I bite my lip as I look him over, popping more chicken into my mouth.
“You’d do that for me?” I ask him playfully.
He sits back in his desk chair, his bare chest and stomach on display. I can’t help how my eyes trail down the dark hair leading from his belly button down under the waistline of his boxers.
“I’d do far more than that, dirty girl.”
I catch what he’s called me and look upward at the camera.
He sits up closer. “My eyes are up here, Bambi.”
“I know that. Don’t be an ass.” My smile is huge, and slowly, the day is fading away, tension going out of me like a calming breeze rustled through and took it with it.
“Why don’t you get out of those work clothes? Show me what’s underneath?”
I nearly choke on a mouthful of rice, but my pulse beats faster.
He sits back again, and my stomach forgets all about hunger as it creeps lower in my body. Slowly, I remove each piece of my uniform, and then, when he says nothing else, I take off my bra and panties.
I sit back on the couch, opening my legs and letting air skim over my slit as he watches me.
His hand rubs down his stomach, slipping under the hem of his boxers. “Very ballsy this evening, aren’t you, Bambi?”
I am, I realize. The lights of the living room are on, and yet, I don’t feel embarrassed at all at how on display I am for him. Usually, the red lights of the basement give me cover. But not tonight. Tonight, he gets to see it all.
“Do you miss me?” I ask, and I know it’s unfair, but I need to know. I want to hear him say it.
“More than I can put into words, Aella. I’m even missing your little sounds when you drift to sleep next to me.”
The admission makes my eyes water. It makes my pulse thrum right along with my heart.
“I miss you, too. So much!” It’s raspy as I let my hand slide down my stomach, with one heading in its sights.
“You going to let me watch you touch yourself, Bambi?” he asks, and I watch as the head of his cock pops free from his boxers.
I nod, mouth dropping open as my hand finds my clit. I’m so wet, even with him as far away as he is, and I spread my lips open to let him look his fill.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” His growled tone is so sexy, and it spurs me on as I push a finger inside tentatively.
It’s the first time I’ve touched myself like this; I pushed my fingers inside myself and felt what I could do to my body when needed, even if I’d rather have his hands on me instead.
“Add another finger, baby,” Braxton says, and my heart leaps, and I nearly moan.
When the second finger is inside me, I let a moan free.
“Crook them upward,” Brax says, and I do so. It’s as if he’s teaching me my body.