Page 93 of Serpent In White

“I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you,always, and it’s devastating,” I tell him the truth, my cock stiffening up like crazy just from being near him like this. Being back where I belong, at his mercy, listening to the war he wages with himself.

“Shut up, Darian,” he hisses, his mouth coming down on mine fiercely.

He kisses my lips raw, both of us gasping for air in between the desperate sucking and biting. My fingers tug at his shirt until he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head.

Why do you do this to me?His thoughts are as aggressive as his mouth while he shoves his hips forward, grinding the pole of his erection into my own.Why do you torture me like this?

You’re just mad because you can’t make yourself stop wanting me…My mind hums at him.Wantingus.

“Fuck you,” he snarls his weak threat breathlessly as he releases one of my wrists to go for the zipper on my pants, pulling it down quick.

He yanks down my pants and boxers rough and fast, undoing his own next to reveal his long cock. I’m salivating from the sight of his pale skin bathed in the moon's glow. He’s almost ivory, carved like a wicked sculpture. His dick is sticking out straight toward me, the blushed pink tip swollen, just begging to be licked.

“So do it, then,” he rumbles, then wraps his fist around my erection, full and thick, throbbing at the somehow soft roughness of his touch.

With my eyes on his, I part my lips, enough to let him know I wouldloveto have his beautiful cock in my mouth right now. The eyes of a serpent sparkle down at me while he tugs his lip between his teeth, sliding his hands up my torso, and taking my shirt with them.

“I want you completely naked,” he growls, ripping my pants down my legs the rest of the way. “I want you lying out here at my mercy, like back then.”

A moan slips from my lips at the fact that I’m ass naked out here, only a few yards from the festival being celebrated by our family. My nipples harden from the sting of breeze on my burning flesh, already glowing with a sheen of sweat. My cock is stretched, and my balls are heavy, aching with need.

Drake doesn’t bother taking off his own clothes. I think that’s the point; he wants me exposed, while keeping himself in control. He stands up before straddling my chest where I lie on the log bench, aiming his cock right by my face.

I waste no time licking a line up his erection, swirling my tongue around the tip to lap up a bead of precum. His eyelids droop, and he groans, a sight and sound that has me gripping my own cock behind him. But he swats my hand away and does it himself, stroking me slowly while I take him in my mouth.

I’m sucking his cock hard, hungry as hell for him and that perfect dick, when I make out a distinct sound. Humming.

It’s Abdiel.

I can hear him coming to us, growing closer and closer to where we’re hidden away at the far side of the lake, me naked and in a very compromising position. And it makes me a thousand times harder knowing he’s about to walk up any minute.

Drake fists his hand in my hair, pushing himself deeper into my throat until I grunt, my heartbeat in my ears almost drowning out the sounds of Abdiel humming. But I still hear him, and he’s about to stumble upon us, while I’m throating Drake’s cock.

“You can’t fucking wait for him to see this, can you?” Drake hisses, flicking his hips to fuck my mouth. “You love being used even more than he does.”

We love being used by you, my thoughts whisper to him, and he curls his fingers around my balls behind him, squeezing until I whine, choking and gagging on his dick.

“I told you to stop that shit.” His jaw ticks visibly at me in his fury. But I know him. I know him well enough to know he likes when I say these things to him.

Nothing can ever come of it, and I know that. I guess maybe talking like this is my way of torturing him like he tortures me. We’re both masochistic fucks, apparently.

Abdiel’s footsteps approach, and I can tell when he reaches us because his humming comes to an abrupt halt, and his thoughts actually gasp.

“Oh my God…” he whispers.

My eyes fling to him, while Drake is still spearing my throat with his dick and jerking me rough at the same time.

“Hi there, little mouse.” Drake’s voice calls to Abdiel, who is frozen in place, eyes wider than I’ve ever seen them before. “Do you like what you see?”

“Fuck yes,” he purrs, immediately adjusting himself in his pants while his eyes slide all over me, naked and lying here like a sex toy. A wayward, filthy king.

“You want to come play?” Drake asks, his fingers slinking between my ass cheeks until I quiver.

“Please. Dear God.”

Abdiel stomps up to us, his fingers visibly twitching from wanting to touch more than he can even comprehend. Drake pulls his dick out of my mouth and moves back down between my thighs.

“Take your cock out,” Drake commands Abdiel, and he does. Post haste.