Page 128 of Serpent In White
“Fuck me,” I pant, forcing my eyes open, past the love drunk heaviness of my lids, to watch him over my shoulder.
His snake eyes meet mine while he bucks into me, again and again, hovering his mouth above mine. “I love you, Darian. I’m… I fucking love you, baby.”
My heart bursts in my chest, warmth sheltering me from the inside out as he presses his lips to mine, kissing me hard and desperate while his dick erupts inside me.
I can feel it. I can feel him coming inside, and for a brief moment, it terrifies me.
A string pulls on my subconscious, and I begin tumbling into darkness. That is, until my own orgasm rips through my loins.
It sneaks up on me, the sensation of Drake’s big cock pulsing inside me, pushing me over a climax so intense, I have tears pouring from my eyes.
I think I would be screaming if he weren’t kissing me feverishly. My brain is all scrambled up, and I can’t even think. I don’t remember where I am or what’s going on. All I know is that I’m coming…
“I’m fucking coming so hard,” I cry into his mouth, and he purrs, sucking at my lips hungrily, biting me, licking, lashing, still thrusting.
His hands are everywhere, all over my body, grasping and caressing. As our heart rates even out, the aggression turns treasuring. His kisses go from ravenous to erotic as all hell. Sensual and sleepy, his hands no longer gripping and squeezing, but massaging.
It’s like he’s loving me with his kisses, with his touch.
And we stay like this for a while, breathing one another in, and out.
It will feel like this forever, I’m sure.
I will never love anyone the way I love the boy with the snake eyes.
Ripping at his wet clothes, I fumble to get his pants down.
His lips capture mine, sucking and biting me, his hands on my face, holding me in place while mine go for his dick, and his balls.
“You make me fucking crazy,” I whisper into his mouth, stroking his wet cock in my fist.
Listening to that memory, hearing our first time from his thoughts while we reminisced together was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
I remember that night like it was yesterday, just as I remember everything that’s happened between Drake and me. The good things, and the bad.
But hearing how he remembers it… He was in love with me. I can’t even tell if he still is, but he was. Before things started pulling him away. But I want it back.
I need it.
“You, brother, have been driving me goddamn crazy since the moment I met you,” he growls, kissing my lips once more before pushing my head down.
We managed to swim over to an embankment, hidden enough between some trees, all the while pawing at one another, dicks rubbing together in the cool water of the lake.
And now I’m going to fuck him with my mouth on the muddy ground, and I’ll love every minute of it.
I go willingly with his fingers in my hair, my knees in the dirt as I kiss down his pale skin, tracing the wet curves of his stomach with my tongue. The V-shape in his lower abdomen, each side getting a kiss and a bite.
“So I guess we’re both insane, then.” I gaze up at him while slipping my mouth over the head of his perfect cock.
“Motherfuckin lunatics,” he sighs, eyelids drooping while I suck him steady, cherishing him with my mouth.
It only takes five minutes before he’s spilling on my tongue and down my throat. And thirty seconds after that, I come in his hand and in the grass.
Something about being out in the woods with him has always turned us into voracious animals. It’s just another part of our dynamic, and it feels too good to overthink.
I just wish I could keep him afterward. But he slithers off like the serpent he is.
Never to be captured.
