Page 40 of Serpent In White
I can’t be anyone’s first kiss, little mouse. You understand, don’t you?
I really don’t, but I choose to ignore the rejection bubbling inside me and settle on how turned on I am. I’ve never fooled around with anyone before, and here I am, with a grown ass man I barely know, touching and thinking of ways I can make him feel good.
You’re so innocent.He presses a hand on my chest, pushing me backward on the couch and crawling over me.I shouldn’t be corrupting you like this.
I want to be corrupted, I plead, yanking at his shirt to take it off him. He lets me, reluctantly, though he gives me a look.
Only this much.He removes my shirt and tugs my jeans down farther so that the full shape of my erection is visible. Then he does the same with his own pants. I can’t stop staring at the outline of his dick through his boxers. It looks massive.
And apparently, he’s thinking similar things about mine. I can hear him.
Look at your strapping young body…He runs a large hand over my erection, and I groan. I’ve never been touched by anyone but myself. It’s amazing.You’re so big, Abdiel. I bet you taste sweet, like honey.
I whimper, shaky fingers reaching out to touch him.I want… I want…
You don’t know what you want yet, do you?He chuckles, pressing his hips forward.This is all so new for you, isn’t it?
I nod, sinking my teeth into my lower lip as I gaze up at him with hooded eyes, color waves crashing all around us.
Your lips look so soft. One day you’ll learn how to suck, little mouse.I whine out a raspy noise, and his hand comes up to my throat.But not yet.
I want to. I can, I swear. You can teach me… please.
He growls and leans over me, rippling his hips into me as he drags his clothed erection over mine.Teach you to what?
My head is fluffy, everything hot enough that I’m sticking to the couch. I reach around to hold his back as I whimper, “To suck your dick.”
We both groan at my words, at my complete and utter lack of sexual experience, which seems to be a major turn-on for this man who I believe is almost forty. I’m in a frenzy over how aroused I am. This guy is gorgeous; seriously hot asfuck. He’s older, and he wants me. I almost can’t believe it.
A small frisson of guilt slips in through the back of my mind, and for some odd reason, I see Darian.
I see his face; I see him that night in the lounge as I watched through the window. I see him in my dreams…
Why do I feel like I’m betraying him right now? It doesn’t make any sense.
But when my eyes come up to Drake, he’s giving me a similar look. Severely unsure.
But he keeps moving his hips, keeps pushing his cock into mine, rubbing them together, slow yet firmly enough that the friction closes my eyes, a purr escaping my lips.
This feels so… good.
“Abdiel Harmony,” he whispers my name, hands running all over my chest, thumbs circling my nipples, sending a zap to my balls. “You’re a temptation I don’t need…”
I’m sorry, I think without thinking, and he pinches me. I gasp, reopening my eyes. He just pinched my nipple. It hurt, but it felt more good than bad.
“Don’t apologize to me, little mouse,” he grunts, rutting into me over and over. “Ever.”
I groan, unable to think as I look down to watch. The heads of both of our dicks are popping out of our boxers, and Drake pauses, yanking the fabric down farther; mine, then his, until our cocks are fully exposed. About the same length, though he’s a bit paler than me, and my dick has shimmery liquid coming from the tip.
He grazes my erection with his, and I moan, biting my lip to keep quiet.
Fuck yes…I hear from his deep, rumbling mind as we move together. Then he grabs both of our dicks in his hand and jerks them, together.
God, that’s amazing. Oh yes, more. More more more.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He rasps, breathless like pure sex in my ears.
His hand is moving frantically, fist just barely able to close around our girth. It feels insane, my cock moving against his. Being jerked by a hand that isn’t mine. The feel of his balls brushing on my own is winding me up like a rubber band.
