Page 12 of Serpent & Saviors

Outside, the night air was cool and refreshing. A light breeze ruffled my dress. The sound of our footsteps echoed against the sidewalk. Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for me and waited until I was safely inside before closing it and walking around to the car.

He slid into the driver’s seat, glancing at me. His expression was tender and reassuring. With a knowing smile, he turned the key in the ignition. The engine’s soft purr filled the space. Moonlight painted his face, and I lowered my gaze.

“You doing okay?” he asked before pulling out into the street.

I nodded, feeling warmth spread through me. “Yes, thank you for tonight.”

“No, thank you. I really enjoyed spending this time with you.”

A part of me wanted more from him, as wrong as it was. It was a foolish desire that would only end in heartbreak. I couldn’t stifle the emotions, no matter how much it would hurt when I walked away. I glanced at him and saw his cheek twitching. My heart sunk.

Did he regret the kiss earlier?

All of my insecurities rose to the surface. I hung my head in shame, feeling dirty. Andrew’s light touch on my knee startled me. My head snapped up. I waited in anticipation to see if he’d do anything else and sighed as he removed his hand from my knee to shift gears.

When it returned, it was markedly higher and much firmer. He grinned slyly as he shifted the material of the dress and slid his fingers upward, brushing against my bare skin. My breathing hitched and then grew shallow as he inched closer.

Don’t do it.

I warned my body not to react like a whore. And in the exact same moment, my thighs spread slightly, and I shifted, giving him access to my body.

What was the harm in indulging? Cameron said I could after all. It was all in the name of the game. I let out a tiny moan as his fingers brushed my pussy through the thin material of my underwear.

“So you opted to wear them, then?” His voice was low and sexy.

“How could I not? They’re so pretty. I’ve never owned anything like them, honestly.”

He looked confused, but continued to tease me. Every one of my nerve endings was in full responsive mode, and his feather-light touch had me wet. Embarrassed by the evidence of my arousal, my face burned.

At least it was dark in the car. He found what I really wanted him to—my clit. He brushed against it through the fabric, all his efforts focused on it. Everything around me faded away.

Andrew increased the pressure, and a small groan tore free. Arousal coated my knickers, and his finger slid easily along my slit. I couldn’t help but roll my hips into him and whimper.

With a growl, his fingers toyed with the pretty bow at the waistband before dipping inside. I held my breath as his long finger slid downward over my clit. He chuckled low. Every hair on my body responded to the sound.

“You’re so fucking wet, angel,” he hissed.

He parted my lips with zero effort, causing me to shudder. I whined with pleasure as he slipped easily inside. My pussy opened eagerly to his expert touch, and that euphoric sensation soared once more through me.

He added another to the mix, and my pussy swallowed the long, thick fingers. My head fell to the side. I watched his face as he drove, whimpering as he curled them inside and rubbed against that special spot. His nostrils flared as I clenched my pussy.

“I love how tight you are and how your pussy is trying to keep my fingers inside you,” he crooned.

The heel of his hand rubbed against my now swollen clit, and I rocked my hips against him, completely lost in the growing sensation. He was going to make me come. It was curling low in my belly, the feeling of it. I wondered if he’d believe me if I told him I’d only ever come with him.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was the poem. All sense of reason left me the minute she took the microphone. Something in it nagged at me, and if I wasn’t in awe of her sharing on the spot like that, I would have paid more attention.

All I could do while she spoke was focus on her beautiful lips and how they moved. Not a stutter detected. When she sat down, I’d lost myself completely.

When I pulled away after the first kiss, I tried to reason with myself. But she stared at me wide-eyed and innocent-looking, her lips swollen and red. In that moment, I sensed she wanted my approval, needed it almost. If her eyes could have spoken, they would have asked, “Did I do good, Sir?”

I knew then that I was going to fuck her again. Seeking validation and praise was my Achilles’ heel. And now here I was, my hand between her legs and her on the verge of coming as I drove through the city streets.

Checking to make sure no one was behind me, I asked her, “Do you trust me?”

She moaned as I fingered her wet pussy, not answering the question.

“Angel,” I called.