Page 118 of Serpentine

“What is it, Brother?” he taunts, but his voice has lost some of its playful tone. I tug him to me, crashing my lips to his. His hand stills and then pulls away from my dick as he wraps around me. The kiss is all the unspoken words that have become a physical manifestation over the years. It’s everything we’ve wanted to do since the night we gave over to desire but were too stubborn.

It’s everything.

My hands drop and work him out of his pants. Though he’s in sweats, I only need to slide them down.

His massive dick springs free, and he straightens and lets me look my fill. My hand glides over him. I’ve never done things with another man. Only him, and the time we fooled around, we didn’t go too far. We never go too far. But now? The house is empty, and the world around it is changing—ever-accepting of our bond—the love we share.

“We don’t have to…” Brax hisses out as I grip around him, as he’d done me.

I smirk. “You started this.”

“Oh, I’m not afraid. But I was only going to make you come for me. I know we haven’t gone too far before…”

I drop to my knees before him, tentatively swirling my tongue over the head of him as my hand strokes my cock.

“Holy shit,” he says, giving up on his weak ass argument as his other hand slams against the door. He looks down at me with heady eyes, greedy breaths dragging from his body.

“Again,” he demands, his bossier side coming out to play. I’ve watched him with women in his basement. The red lights aren’t dim enough to hide the dominating side of Braxton that turns me on. They weren’t dim enough to hide as I came when he did either. His dick would erupt in their tight cunt as I envisioned him bursting on my face, my cock spilling on the woman’s face. But our eyes were always locked. We were always together.

I shove him into my mouth before I can think twice, his width and length not allowing me to go too far, but it’s enough for both of us to groan. It feels like the world’s shifting. It is. Even though we explored this, this is another level to do what we’re doing with Aella together. One I was ready for, but also one I was nervous about.

A few strokes in, my mouth is gagging on his size as he forgets himself and fucks into my mouth lazily.

“That’s a good boy, use your hand too, stroke me…” Brax tells me, and keeping rhythm on my cock is hard while stroking his, too, but I do it anyhow.

His shallow moans and the way his hips grind as he lets go and fucks my mouth are making me hotter. My heart is hammering, my cock begging for relief, but all I can think about is tasting him. About him spilling onto my tongue. Will he be sweet? Will he be salty? I have to fucking know.

It spurs me on, and I gag on him, adding both hands as his base and sliding them through the spittle mess I’ve made of his dick.

He damn near purrs, rolling his hips and sliding down the back of my throat. “Yes! Just like that. Good. Fucking. Boy.” He punctuates every word with a thrust, and my eyes are watering down my face to the point I can barely see him above. Both my hands work his cock as he fucks my mouth rough and deep, my groans of approval only making my dick jerk in the reminder it’s still there. Waiting.

“Fuck, here it comes. I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t…” Brax moans, shoving forward as I’m flooded with his cum. I quickly swallow it, tasting his tang as I breathe through my nose.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” His movements are jerky before I swallow the last of his cum down, my own body throbbing as he drops to his knees before me and slams his lips to mine. The kiss is different this time. No longer is it soft and emotional. It’s demanding and heated. He shoves me, and I fall over to the right of the door, my boots kicking out from beneath me. He grabs my dick and pushes me into his mouth, not giving me the time or space to think about what’s coming next.

The heat of his mouth wraps around me as he sucks me deep into his throat, both his hands jerking me as I’d done him.

“God, Braxton, fuck…” It’s all I can manage as I lift off the floor and grab the back of his head. I need more. I want more but now isn’t the time.

But I’m so fucking charged up. Too high.

I need to come down.

I need to fucking come.

“Make me come. Fuck, I need to come, Brother,” I growl, looking down and watching my cock disappear into his mouth as I feel the head of me shove through the edges of the back of his throat.

His eyes look up toward mine, playfulness dancing in them.

“Deeper. Suck me deeper,” I all but beg, and he does, gagging. The movement of his throat muscles surrounding my dick nearly makes my eyes cross. “Again!” I snarl, lifting off the floor and gripping his hair tightly in my hands, needing some stake of control at this moment.

“God fucking damnit! Your throat feels so good. Fuck, I need to come so bad!” I grit out, teeth clamped together, body nearing the precipice the likes of which I’ve never seen before.

After today, things are going to be different between us.

I’m fucking glad.

His head moves faster, mouth sucking me so fucking good, and I arch off the floor, head thrown back and my mouth wide open as everything tightens.

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