Page 104 of Monstrous Serpent

“You taste good.” I drag my tongue from his tight balls to his tip in one long stripe. “Could suck this cock all day.”

“Then don't stop.”

“Bossy. I like it.” I take him back into my mouth, bobbing faster, saliva pooling at the base of his shaft and dripping onto his balls.

Cody bucks, pulling my head down, panting and moaning. “Don’t . . . oh, god . . . yes.”

I pull off and push his left leg up, bending his knee toward his chest. Then I lick a flat, filthy stripe across his tight little hole, the musky taste of him making my mouth water.

“What—what are you—is that your tongue?”

“Mhm.” I press my tongue against his rim and drag it in slow circles, then point it and push in, barely breaching the tight ring of muscle.

“Atlas!” He pulls me closer, grinding onto my face. “Oh—oh fuck—I can't—shit, don’t stop.”

His thighs tremble as I grip his ass with both hands, spread him wider, then eat him like I'm starving. “So fucking good. You taste so fucking good, Cody.”

“Atlas—Atlas—I'm gonna—you have to stop or I'm—”

“Not yet.”

I pull back and look at his pink hole, clenching around nothing. I squeeze my eyes shut because the sight of it almost sends me over the edge, but I have plans for this man that do not include me coming on my sheets before I'm inside him.

My legs shake as I stand. Walking to my desk, I grab lube and a condom from the second drawer. Cody watches as I roll it on, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“See something you like, Little J?”

“You’re . . .” He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. “You’re big, like Hunter.”

“Thanks. Now scoot over.” He shifts to the side as I climb onto the bed, then stretch out on my back. After pouring some lube into my hand, I give him the bottle. “Work yourself open for me.”

His cheeks flush as he takes the bottle of lube. My hand wraps around my cock, stroking slowly from base to tip as he slicks up his fingers and reaches behind himself. His lips part, brows drawing together, a sharp exhale punching out.

“Goddamn, Cody.”

“Shut up.”

“Can’t help it, you look so goddamn hot fingering your ass like that.”

“Oh my god, just be quiet.”

He closes his eyes, one hand bracing on his thigh, and a hiss pushes through his teeth. Then his shoulder rolls. Whatever he just did makes his whole body shudder and his mouth fall open.

My cock throbs, and I squeeze the base. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

He does, biting his bottom lip as he rocks back onto his own fingers while I stroke myself to the rhythm of his hips.

“Add another one.”

His brows pinch. “I can barely—”

“Do it.”

A shaky exhale leaves his mouth, and his head drops forward. His thighs are trembling, dick leaking onto the sheets. “I'm ready, I think.”

“You think?”

He nods.