Page 51 of Monstrous Serpent

Fuck.

Kincaid pulls out a little, and the second one lands on my tongue. It’s thick. Warm. Bitter.

His dick pulses again, and more pools before he finally pulls out. He drags his thumb across my bottom lip as I pant, trying to catch my breath.

But Trembley grabs my chin and turns my head. His mouth crashes into mine, and the second I gasp, his tongue pushes past my lips. He sweeps it through Kincaid’s cum and shudders against me, his fingers curling and digging into the muscles of my ass.

His mouth is warm, softer than I expected, and I press my lips harder into his, licking back like I can’t help it. His hand slides from my chin to the back of my head. I don’t know when my eyes close or when I grab the front of his sweatshirt, but I’m pulling him closer.

Trembley slides his hands to my hips, adjusts me, then pulls the front of my waistband down, hooking it under my balls. My dick springs free and slaps against my stomach.

He breaks the kiss and looks down between us. “Damn, Little Jenkins.” His tongue drags across his bottom lip. “All of that because of us? I'm flattered. Seriously. My ego needed this today.”

“Fuck you.”

He leans in, barely pressing his lips against mine. “I mean, yeah, that's kind of where this is heading.”

A shiver rips through me when his dick presses against mine, my lips parting.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get us there.” He spits into his palm, wraps his hand around both of us, and squeezes.

“Ohhh, fuuuck.” I grab his shoulders, my hips thrusting into his grip. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”

I thrust into his fist three more times when a jolt shoots from the base of my spine through my balls and down my dick. My thighs lock, abs clenching, the first spurt of cum punching out of me in a hot rush and hitting the front of his sweatshirt.

Trembley keeps stroking until I’m shaking and panting and empty.

“Goddamn, your cum feels so good on my cock.” His grip tightens, pace picking up. “Never been so hard in my life.”

I stare at him, unblinking.

He’s grunting, thrusting hard. “Watch me. Watch me come.”

My gaze drops.

He’s pumping faster, my cum slicking every stroke. His dick is swollen, the tip dark red, veins standing out as the muscles in his forearm flex. His hips keep kicking up off the floor.

My mouth goes dry, and I swallow hard, heat flooding my groin all over again. A shaky breath slips out, and my hips jerk, even with my dick starting to soften.

“There it is. Love that sound.”

He strokes a few more times, then a guttural moan rips out of him. His thighs tense under me, his fist squeezes, and cum spills over his knuckles and onto my dick, mixing with mine in his hand, and getting on my T-shirt.

Trembley's panting is the only sound in the kitchen. No one's talking. No one's fighting. And without that noise, my brain catches up to the rest of me.

I tuck my dick back into my shorts, stand, and make my way over to the sink. I turn on the faucet, cupping water into my mouth, swishing it before spitting. I do it again.

And again.

But the taste doesn’t go away.

After turning off the faucet, I grip the edge of the counter, close my eyes, and take a few deep breaths. But it does nothing to slow how fast my heart is racing.

A guy's dick was just in my mouth. And I kissed another one with cum on my tongue. Hell, my body’s still buzzing like it wants more.

I shake my head as if trying to wake up from a dream.

Someone shifts behind me.