Page 96 of Serpentine
I was semi-awake when Miles was talking to her the other night.
“The collective us.”
It’s a term stuck in my brain, picking away at my grey matter since I heard him say it—begging to be riddled. Does he mean it? Could we three be a collective unit? Could we be together in every way that matters, every way we want to be?
“Do you think he meant what he said?” I ask, and that stops her hand from sliding up my thigh, where she is headed right back to the same spot to torture me.
“What?”
“The collective us,” I say.
Her eyes flick to mine, and her hand drops away. “You were awake?”
I roll my eyes. “You know I can’t sleep with noise. I can’t sleep where I’m not comfortable. This place is the furthest I’ve ever been from comfort, Aella.”
Sadness veils her eyes momentarily. “Yeah. I noticed you’ve been restless. Well, I hope he did. Even if it’s selfish.”
I smirk, now deciding to return the favor of torture, placing my hand on her bent knee and gliding it up her thigh as she fights a shiver. “Why’s it selfish?”
She releases a shaky breath. “Because, like Miles said, I’m asking too much. Two princes and all.”
I laugh, finally finding her heated core over her tight leggings with my hand and gripping it firmly. She gasps, and I wish I could bottle it like fireflies in the middle of summer. Capture it to behold its beauty repeatedly before I eventually have to release it because something so delicate isn’t meant to be captured.
She shudders when I tighten my hand on her pussy.
“I don’t think you’re being selfish. I think you deserve all you want.”
She smiles, and it’s like looking directly into the sun. “Now, who’s being selfish?”
“It’s not selfish to take what you want in life, Bambi. It’s wise.”
Her mouth is agape as my hand finds the top of her waistband. She leans backward, giving me enough space to slip under the elastic. When I find her pussy lips, I spread them open, sliding my middle finger over her clit in slow, spellbinding swirls.
“Brax, we shouldn’t,” she whispers, looking towards the door.
“I’ve been sleeping next to you in this bed for days, having to hear the little noises you make and feel how excited your body still is, even while you’re asleep.”
“You’re in pain,” she manages as my finger skirts her entrance. Even in protest, though, she bends one leg to open for me—arches into each movement I make in her wetness.
“I’m not in too much to deny you something you need, Aella. Something we both need.” My admittance hangs heavily between us for a moment before she nods and then pulls my hand from inside her pants.
The moment seems to pause as she wiggles out of her pants and helps me onto my back in the bed. When she finally settles, she’s straddling me, her pussy bare and hovering over my throbbing dick.
My breathing takes off at a full sprint. Now I’m looking at the fucking door. “You don’t think this will look even worse than the position we were just in?”
My idea hadn’t been to fuck her. All I see when I close my eyes is her lying out on the hood of her Lexus, screaming to the stars for me. I’d wanted to make her come. Make her feel good.
“I don’t care how it looks. Besides, they should knock first.”
I laugh, and pain shoots through my belly from my incision. Even though I’m supposed to get discharged tomorrow, my body still reminds me I have a deep wound that’s still healing. “What’ll you tell them if they knock, Bambi?”
She’s working my sweats down, and my cock flies free. Her hand grips me as she lines me up hastily, eyes wild and filled with need. “I’ll tell them to fuck off.”
“You won’t stop, will you?” I ask breathlessly as she slides down my shaft, walls convulsing around every blessed inch of me as she seats herself.
She moans, eyes rolling back as she gets used to the stretch of being on top. “No,” she admits. “They can look their fill.”
“Brazen, aren’t you?” I groan when she lifts and then slowly slides back down. She’s tentative with each movement, rocking back and forth and feeling every stroke like it might be her last. But it’s not. It’s her first. It’s her first time being in control and being on top, her first time feeling a dick at this angle. It’s another first I’ll gladly accept from here.