Page 82 of Monstrous Serpent

Kincaid palms both my ass cheeks and pulls them apart.

“No, no, no.” I crawl forward. No fucking way is he looking there. My dick drooling all over Trembley is enough embarrassment for one day.

He pulls me back until his hard shaft is pressed right against my crease. “No more running.”

I look back, upper lip curling. “Fuck you.”

“That’s what we’re trying to do.” Trembley strokes me, running the pad of his thumb over my slit, smearing precum over the head of my dick. “Well, I mean, he’s trying to fuck you.”

Every muscle in my body tenses, my breath catching hard when my eyes drop to Kincaid’s dick. “No. No fucking way.”

Kincaid digs his fingers into my hips when I try to pull away. “Easy.”

“Fuck you! Don’t talk to me!” I slap at Trembley’s hand. “Don’t touch me. Let me go.”

He releases my dick but grabs my wrists. “Calm down, Little J.”

“Fuck you and your nicknames. Let me go.” I try to yank my arms free, but it’s no use. “It’s too big.”

And God-fucking-dammit, Trembley starts laughing. “Yeah, it is pretty big, isn’t it?”

“It’s not funny. It won’t fit. It barely fit in my mouth.”

Kincaid spreads me wider, dragging his dick down my crack, his thumb circling my hole. “This is ours.”

Another shiver runs over my body, goosebumps rising across my skin.

“I want to see too.” Trembley cranes his neck, looking over my shoulder, and his lips part. “Oh, fuck.”

A sharp slap cracks behind me.

“Ouch! Goddamn, Hunt. Ease up. That hurt.” Trembley looks at me, shaking his head.

Like I have any sympathy for him right now.

There’s a click, then cold liquid drips down my crack. My thighs tense so hard they shake as Kincaid's thumb drags through it, pressing slow circles against my hole.

Nobody has ever touched me there.

Trembley brushes his thumb along my bottom lip. “Want him to stop?”

I stare at him, blinking.

“Cody. Do you want Hunter to stop?”

My mouth opens. Then closes. I swallow, shaking my head because the word just won’t come out.

He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose. “Then breathe, Cody.”

I do just as a thick finger pushes past my rim. The stretch burns, and my body clenches down hard. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.”

Trembley shifts under me, lifting his hips to push his jeans down. His dick springs free and presses up against mine, hard and hot, and my hips jerk on instinct. He drags his fingers through the precum on his stomach, then spreads it over his shaft. “You made the mess. I'm putting it to good use.”

Kincaid’s finger pushes deeper and curls, dragging against something inside me.

“Ohhhh.” I push back, then forward, back again until I’m rocking between them, my face buried in Trembley’s neck.

“Greedy little thing.” Trembley bites my earlobe as his other hand closes around my dick, stroking me slowly while he works himself faster. “Can't decide which way you want it, huh?”