Page 33 of Vexing the Viper

"Yeah?" he asks excitedly, rocking on his feet.

"Yeah, why not? Let me shower and change, and I'll meet you in my room?"

"See you soon."

I rush through my shower, making sure to wash my important parts but not spend too much time in there. The snakes are mad since I didn’t give them time to play around in the water, but they'll forgive me. Maybe. Hopefully. They do tend to get angry if they don’t get their play time. But fuck it, my own play time is more important.

Skidding to a stop in my room, I quickly pull on some gray basketball shorts, forgoing my briefs. I debate whether or not I should put on a shirt. Fucking hell. Rolling my eyes, I slide my white shirt over my head while chastising myself. Of course, I need to fucking wear a shirt. All we're going to do is study. And if something does happen, then I don't want King to think that was my intention all along. Even if it kind of is.

In the corner of my room is a small oak desk with a single chair that I usually do all my work in. However, I know there's not enough space for both King and I. I turn in a circle, looking around my small dorm. There’s a dresser across from my bed and my desk. Okay, so maybe this isn't the best place for us to study. My eyes move to the mattress, and I shake my head. No, we can't study there.

Well... Maybe we can.

I gather up all my textbooks and supplies, dumping them onto the blanket. Once I have everything I need, I rush to my door ready to hurry and get King, only to come face to face with the man himself waiting at my door.

"Hi," I say breathlessly.

"You ready to study?" he asks, looking over my shoulder into my room.

"Mmhmm." I nervously wring my hands before gesturing to all the items laid out. "I got everything all set up here. Come on."

King shuts the door quietly and follows me over to the bed. We sit against my headboard, our books spread out in front of us. We spend the next thirty minutes going over an assignment. After covering simple equations, we decide to take a break. I whip out a water bottle while King massages his shoulder. I hungrily watch as he raises his arms and stretches, the slits in his sleeveless shirt letting me see his nipple piercings again.

"Did it hurt to get those pierced?"

Keeping his hands in the air, he leans his head down to the side to look at the piercings. "Nothing more than a pinch really. I want to get my dick pierced, but I don't know if I’m ready for that yet."

The water I was drinking goes down the wrong pipe, and I choke. "Your dick… pierced?"

"Yeah, not right now, of course. But one day." Fuck, I hope I'm around to be able to see that. King crowds into my space and lowers his voice, sending trembles through my body. "So... Since we're taking a break, can I kiss you now?"

I bob my head quickly, eager to feel his lips against mine. We both lean forward, and King places a gentle peck on my lips. Oh, no, that won't do. I push at his chest, and he scoots until his back is against the headboard. I straddle his lap, sifting my hands through his hair. He moans when I tug gently, and I laugh, loving that he reacts to me this way.

I finally kiss him again, my tongue sliding inside, tangling with his. His hands find my ass, rubbing softly while my own are still in his hair. I pull him roughly, his head flinging back to expose his neck. I dip down and lick a stripe up the side of his throat before stopping right in the middle and sucking hard. King groans, his hands tightening on my ass. Sucking hard, I hum, knowing I'm going to leave him a mark. I quickly pull off his throat and tilt my head.

"Hmm..." I murmur, touching the spot with my finger. "Not dark enough." Latching back onto his neck, I suck again, needing the mark on him to be more purple. There's a primal need inside me to let everyone know he's mine.

Holy shit.

I want a human to be mine.

No.

I wantKingto be mine.

Yes, that. Hell, I want him so damn much. Moving back to his mouth, I kiss him, sucking his bottom lip then playfully biting him. He doesn't jerk away from me. No, instead he gets closer. His hands drag me as close as I can get, then he attacks my mouth as though he's trying to crawl inside me.

"I need more," I moan, arching my back and grinding onto him. Fuck, I love having his hands on me.

"Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you. Fuck, I'll give you anything." He nibbles up the side of my neck, my body shivering from the touch. He takes his time kissing up the column of my throat and I writhe, tossing my head back and forth.

"My cock. Touch my dick. I need to have your hands on me. Please." I pant, needing him more than I need my next breath of air.

"Take off your shorts," his gruff voice commands as his fingers dip into my waistband.

I jump off him, landing on the other side of the bed. I reach onto the bed, shoving all the studying supplies to the floor. Fuck it, I’ll worry about them later. With one hand, I easily pull off my shorts, shoving them down my legs.

"Are you not wearing any underwear?" his husky voice purrs. When I glance at him, he's not looking at me, but at my cock.

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