Page 11 of Serpent In White
I’ve seen him with his shirt off before, since we all go swimming at the lake in the summers and he’s been known to join us. But I’ve never allowed myself to reallylook.
There’s a V-shape in his pelvis, and it looks drawn on, pointing beneath the sheet. Where his hand is, too.
I gulp, my imagination concocting this visual of him, lying in that big bed, with his hand under the covers, moving. I think it’s clear what he’s doing in this fantasy, but I just can’t believe I’m thinking this. I’ve never allowed myself to think these thoughts about him. But now that I’m doing it, I’m finding it very difficult to stop.
Picturing his fist going up and down, and up, and down. Andup… anddown.
“Fuck,” his voice whispers in my head, and my cock jerks between my legs.
My face is on fire as I meet his gaze. His eyes are almost obsidian, hooded, lids drooping in his clear state of ecstasy. They fall shut and his head leans back, a tasty-looking throat exposed, Adam’s apple dipping as he swallows.
My mouth fills with saliva, and I swallow, too.
My lips part as if to speak, but I haven’t the foggiest idea what I would say. I don’t know how I’m here, or how this is happening, but I don’t want to do anything that might make it stop.
The look of him like this… It’s intoxicating.
I watch on with hungry eyes as his hand strokes inlong, fluid motions beneath the sheet. With his movements, the sheet falls farther and farther down his muscled abdomen, and I’m desperate to see what’s under there. It looks like he has… a lot of inches to work with in that hand.
“Do you do this to yourself, Abdiel?” Darian’s voice calls to my imagination. “Would you do this for me?”
A short breath bursts from my lips, but I can’t form words. My cock is so hard it has a pulse in my boxers; a throbbing,achingneed. His eyes close again and he lets out a groan; the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard in my life, even imaginary. I whimper, brushing my hand, nervously, down to my erection. As soon as I touch it, it jerks and I shudder.
“That’s right,” he whispers. “Just like that. I need it…”
“Fuck…” I cup myself over the fabric and rub, watching his big body squirm around in his fancy bed.
“You’re so good,” he pants, his hand beneath the sheet speeding up visibly while the other comes up to his chest. He pinches his nipple between his fingers and bites his lip to quiet himself.
“Oh my God.” I can’t stop myself from lunging at the bed, crawling over him quickly.
But just as I see his lazily erotic grin aimed right at me, our lips ready to crash together, he disappears and I awake from my little dream, sweating through the damn sheets.
My eyes open unwittingly, confirming that I’m in my own bed, alone. I whine out of frustration and run my fingers through my damp hair, grinding my hips into the mattress. My dick is as hard as a metal rod, jamming between my bed and my abs while I rock with need.
“I wish you were here…” I whisper to no one, reaching down to grab my cock. “I want to know how it feels.”
Wrapping my fist around my erection, I close my eyes once more and remember the look of him, my Head Priest, naked in his bed. Only this time, I’m with him.
I’m sure in real life I wouldn’t know what to do with a man like him if I had the chance, and I’m sure he wouldn’t want me, aman, at all. But right now, in my imagination, he’s mine.
I trail my mouth along his skin, feeling rough stubble beneath my lips. My cock leaks in my hand, tongue extending in my fantasy to taste him; like salt and male deliciousness. He smells that way, too.
Like strength, and power. Like a King.
“Touch me,” I whisper in the dark, stroking my erection firmly, imagining sucking his pulse, and biting his shoulder. “Let me touch you…”
His fictional moans play on repeat in my mind like my favorite song while I jerk off, writhing in my bed. I imagine my hands traveling all over his large body, greedy fingers taking in the feel of his muscles, thick arms and thighs… big dick.
“I just know you have a big dick, my King,” I breathe, fucking my fist harder and faster. “I want… I want it. I want to stroke it and… suck it.”
I whimper at my own dirty words, desires I’ve never allowed myself to explore unleashed in the privacy of my bedroom. This…Thisis what I’ve been missing.
This is why I haven’t been with anyone else. This is the feeling I’ve been searching for.
“I want to fuck you, Head Priest,” I groan, as quietly as I can manage, though I think I’m about to burst. “Take my virginity.Please…”
God, it feels amazing. Jerking off has never been like this before. I can feel the building in my loins, like pressure bubbling up to the boiling point; top about to pop.
