Page 197 of Satan's Spawn
I’m about to tell him to fuck off and I’ll figure it out on my own, but the timid smile Rebecca aims at me tells me I need to follow through.
When we’re both completely naked, Saint checks out my cock and lets out a small hmph.
“When’d you get it pierced, man?” he asks, and I can tell he’s still trying to put us at ease.
It’s not fucking working, so this better not be a harbinger of what’s to come.
“I think it’s really sexy,” Rebecca says quietly.
“See…” he quips. “You’re already halfway there.”
“Are you gonna take this shit seriously, motherfucker?”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He pretends to zip his mouth closed and stands.
“Alright so, first you read the room. You got a nice girl in your bed, one you care about, yeah?” he asks. “So you want to make sureshefeels good, comfortable…wanted.”
Saint leans into me, saying through the corner of his mouth, “You gonna sock me if I lay next to her?”
I shove him to move it.
Kicking off his shoes, Saint crawls onto the bed and hovers over Rebecca.
My muscles tense when she looks into his eyes, and I watch the small movements of her neck when she swallows.
“You always want to make eye contact, talk softly, compliment her, maybe tell her the dirty things you want to do to her.”
I take a step closer, and Rebecca watches me with concern, like she’s looking for confirmation that this is okay.
I nod, knowing it’s my fault this needs to happen, so she slowly drags her gaze back to Saint.
“Can I kiss her?” Saint asks, his eyes boring into Rebecca’s lips. “You know…for teaching purposes.”
I’m not stupid, I know he’s attracted to her. He’s admitted it on several occasions. But Saint is also a loyal brother, so he wouldn’t cross a line without reason.
“Yes,” I struggle to say, mostly because I’m grinding my teeth.
“You need it to be gentle, sincere when you care about them.” His mouth dips to hers, and Saint slowly brushes his lips along her bottom one. “You want to be teasing, but not cocky. Not when she needs to feel desired.”
When their lips connect for a kiss, Rebecca’s eyes close and the amount of jealousy that rings up my spine has me feeling like there’s a noose around my neck.
Rebecca is tentative at first, but as he kisses her deeper she relaxes, and takes him in.
When Saint’s tongue enters her mouth, Rebecca spreads her lips wider for him, trying to figure out his methods.
After about thirty seven years of torture, Saint pulls away. “She’s a good kisser, bro. You should get in here.” He taps the bed, welcoming me to join.
Rebecca’s breath hitches when I lay on my side next to her, my cock hard and pressing into her bare leg.
“Show me how you would kiss her right now.” Saint climbs off Rebecca and settles at her other side.
He lifts himself up on his elbow and watches as I close in on her. I reach for her cheek, trying to be thoughtful like he suggested, but my instinct prevails and I smash my lips into hers, needing to engulf myself completely.
“Jesus fuck, man, she’s not a Twinkie.” Saint chuckles, making me pull back. “Ease up, you’ll get to the heavy stuff later. There’s a reason you build a house brick by brick.”
“He’s doing great,” Rebecca pacifies me, making me feel like a pathetic child.
“Don’t fucking do that,” I snap, which makes her rear her head.
