Page 81 of Monstrous Serpent

His grin returns as he lets go, sinking back onto the couch. “Twice, actually. And I prefer a surprise visit.”

“Do you know how to shut your fucking mouth?”

“Nope.” He quirks a brow. “You gonna stuff me with your fingers again or use your pretty little dick this time?”

“It's almost the same size as yours, so if mine's little, then what the fuck does that make yours?”

“Don't know about that. The picture was fake, remember?”

“The lips were. The dick was mine.”

“And the cum?”

My cheeks burn.

“Wait, wait, wait.” He sits up straighter, the grin spreading wider. “You paid that much attention when I jerked us off in your kitchen? Have you been thinking about it? Because I have. A lot. Like every single day. Top-tier material, Little Jenkins. Five-star spank bank content. I’ve been making deposits daily.”

My breath hitches, and my dick twitches in my joggers.

No.

They took Blue. I’m supposed to be mad. I am mad.

I grab his throat, and his pulse hammers against my palm.

He leans forward into the pressure and drags his tongue across my lips. “Mmm. Kinky.”

Fuck it.

My teeth sink into his bottom lip, and copper hits my tongue. He hisses, tongue pushing into my mouth as he slides my sweatshirt up my body, breaking apart just long enough to yank it over my head.

Then his mouth is on mine again. I kiss him back harder than I mean to, moaning against his lips and dry humping him like I’ve lost my mind, all while pulling at his shirt because I need it gone. He finally lets me drag it up, then takes over, stripping it off and tossing it somewhere behind me.

Up close, his eyes have gold in them. Flecks of amber around the iris that catch the light.

“You sure love straddling me.” He sinks back into the couch, pulling me with him, then drags his dick along mine in one slow grind. “Don’t worry. I like it too.”

Before I can respond, hands clamp around my hips and jerk them up. My joggers and boxers are shoved down, and my hard dick springs free, bobbing against my stomach.

“You two starting without me?”

Right.

Forgot about the other psycho.

Over my shoulder, Kincaid’s kneeling behind me, still in his gray T-shirt, jeans pushed down, dick out. It’s thick and hard, the head flushed dark, a bead of precum forming at the tip.

His palm cracks against my ass. “You belong to us. Time you understood that.”

“Fuck.” The sting spreads hot across my skin, and my whole body shivers as a sound comes out of me that is way too close to a moan. “I don't belong to—”

The next slap lands across the other cheek, and my hips buck forward, and okay, my dick is fully on their side now.

“Damn, Little Jenkins.” Trembley leans up, teeth scraping my neck. “You're leaking all over me.”

I bite into the inside of my cheek and look down. A string of precum stretches from my tip to the slick mess on Trembley’s stomach.

Oh, fuck me.