sofia bit on her swollen lip, lowering her eyes to him a bit bashfully. “i don’t know how,” she murmurs with a shrug, watching as rafe’s eyes softened as he looked at her.

“i’ll help you, yeah? i just wanna look at every inch of you while we’re making love,” sofia flushes at rafe’s words, leaning closer into his touch as he reaches a hand up and brushes it against her face.

“if i’m bad at it…”

rafe rolls his eyes, smiling softly at her. “just trust me, okay? i’ve got you, baby.” she nods, mimicking rafe’s soft smile as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his mouth.

“i trust you,”

“good,” rafe surmises, holding her firmly by the hips as he scoots himself upward on the mattress until his head’s laid against the pillow tucked behind him. he slides one hand between her thighs, teasingly brushing his thumb against her clothed cunt. his stare turns heady as he watches her in awe. “i’m gonna get you warmed up before we start, okay?” his voice decimates into a throaty whisper.

sofia whimpers as she nods, chasing after the pleasure. she feels the slick gathering in her underwear, dampening the gusset completely with her milky arousal. “that feel good?” her chest heaves as she flutters her eyes. she nods imperceptibly, prompting rafe’s oscillating onslaught to heighten. he pulls at the flimsy pair of sleep shorts, tugging them aside until he’s caught a view of her pussy.

he slips a finger in between her lips, gathering the residue of slick that’s there. “mmfuck.” she groans, overwhelmed by the dexterity of his fingers and the lewd noises that follow. he smoothly slips in another finger, one fondles her clit while the other dragged up her vulva. “rafe!”

“i know, baby. i know.” his cock lurches in his briefs, tightening so hard that he could feel the blood swell directly to the tip. her sweetness drenched his fingers, leaving a sticky residue. he scissors his fingers and slides them against her walls again feeling her cunt flutter reflexively in response. “that’s it.”

sofia whines as he withdraws his fingers to lick clean, already mourning the loss of contact. “take off your clothes for me,” with trembling fingers sofia begins to doff out of her clothing, tugging the fitted tank top over her head until he’s got a perfect view of her perked breasts.

she slides off of his lap so that she’s able to rid herself out of her shorts and underwear until she’s left sitting there completely nude. “you’re so pretty, baby.” rafe compliments, his eyes never wavering from her as he shrugged out of his own clothing and discarded them absentmindedly somewhere onto his carpeted floors.

rafe sprawls himself out supine against the mattress, gesturing a hand towards her. “c’mere,” sofia’s crawls herself over towards rafe, her wetness drags along his thigh as she adjusts her perch. barring her legs securely over his waist, she rests her hands on his chest as his hands find their way to her hips again.

“you okay?” he asks, caressing softly against the skin on her hips as he watched her.

she nods, “mhm.”

“good. alright, baby. lift yourself up a bit and hold on to the headboard for me.” he instructs, loosening one of his hand’s grip on her waist as she briefly alleviates herself off of him. he reaches between his legs and grabs ahold of his cock; groaning at the sensitivity that shivers through him at the contact. sliding his hand from base-to-tip, he jerks himself off groaning through the pleasure until he hardens fully. when his cock’s curled and painstakingly throbbing with rivulets of precum skeeting messily from the tip, he angles himself at her center. “o-okay, slowly lower yourself down onto my dick.”

sofia’s fingers curl around the wooden material of the headboard as she nods. compliant to rafe’s instructions, sofia arches her hips in a curve and ever so slowly began to fill her cunt fully of his cock. she whimpers, the pain of the intrusion stretches through her. “slower, baby,” she bites her lip, blinking through the bleariness of her vision as she nods tersely.

she shifts her hips, then lowers her eyes to watch the penetration. she heeds rafe’s forewarning and slows her maneuver, feeling air immediately catch in her throat when the tip of his dick catches at her entrance. her pussy quivers, immediately accommodating to his breach. “good, good. just—fuck, like that.” he nods encouragingly, licking his lips at the sight of his tip of cock nudged inside of her.

he’s desperate to thrust upward and just hurriedly fill himself of her, but this was about her. so he squeezes his hands on her hips and prompts her to continue. “keep going,” with just the tip of him inside of her, she could still feel the girth of him swell and it has her whimpering softly. she levels her hips and continues, lowering painfully slow, taking him inside of her — feeling every ridge and vein of his dick brushing against her walls and through her wetness.

she mewls out a sob, digging her fingers deeper into the headboard. the pain subsides and all she feels is the complete pleasure of his cock swollen inside of her. she whines high and loud when she buries him deep at her hilt; feeling the tip of him curl just past her cervix as she makes her perch on his lap again.

“ay dios mio,” tears stick wetly against her lashes, her lip trembles, body shakes at the penetration. he’s always felt good inside of her but this position has her feeling everything, every curve, ridge and inch. it’s overwhelming but gives her an unprecedented pleasure.

looking down, she looks at rafe’s awestruck facial expression. his face is completely flushed, eyes are dilated and dazed, mouth’s gaped, fingers are digging roughly into her skin already imprinting deep bruises. “fuck sof. you feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” he marvels, breathing languidly through parted lips. his head lolls deeper into the mattress, captivated. “give me a second. you’re—shit, so fuckin’ tight and warm,” his eyes linger on her body, at her breasts and beautifully sculpted figure, before eventually wandering back up to her face.

his cock twitches at the sight of her kiss swollen lips and the doe eyed expression that she’s giving him. she sits atop of him with her ass pressed firmly against his pelvis and some of her slick slipping from her thighs onto his.

he licks his lips and nods his head, “you ready?” she nods her confirmation. “i’ll guide you with my hands first, okay. just grind your hips against mine.” he adjusts his hold, feeling his hand curve around her slender hips with ease.

sofia rolls her hips experimentally on a slow grind. rafe makes a low noise in his throat. “is this okay?” he huffs, nodding his head.

“yeah. it’s good, just go a little deeper,” he drags her hips against his, slow and deliberate. she whimpers at the pleasure of her clit dragging against his cock. “like that.” she nods as mimicked his movements, grinding her pelvis against his in an increased momentum. she releases her grip on the headboard and rests her hands on his chest; continuing her slow grinds.

“sofia,” he groans deep and guttural, reaching behind her to squeeze her ass.

“good?”

“so fucking good, baby.” he presses his hand against her stomach, letting her feel the bulge of his dick protruding through when he lifts his hips and meets her thrust-for-thrust. he holds the pressure there, never fully sliding his dick out so that he’s back inside of her immediately. “you think you can handle bouncing on me?” he didn’t want to overwhelm her, but she had seemingly picked up the feat well enough already.

she looks a bit hesitant at first but nods slowly. “just pull your knees up…yeah and—oh fuck.” she’d implemented a experimental bounce, tucking her legs at the sides of his hips and lifting up enough so that he’s slipped halfway out of her and then sliding back down onto him. “k-keep doing that.”

she feels the deliciousness of rafe’s thick cock buried deeply inside of her — fucking long and penetrative strokes into her cunt that has her body throbbing every time their bodies conjoin. she slides and brushes her cunt against his cock; feeling the responsive flutter it gives around him every time he enters inside of her.

she swivels her hips and ruts against his pelvic bone as they moved in a feverish, slow grinding tandem, lifting her hips in a whine as she meets each of his thrusts. “you’re doing so good baby,” his eyes narrowed, a line of sweat beads his brow, hands slightly trembled as he glanced down feeling enthralled at the sight of his cock pistoning inside of sofia, easing ever so gently inside of her.

“oh my god,” she whimpers, her head tossing backwards, mouth falling open. through rapid clenches of her cunt tugging at his cock; she shivers as the pleasure rolls through her body. she rolls her hips, teasing her clit against his cock again, wondering why she ever denied herself this delicious feeling of pleasure.

“kiss me,” she whimpers and rafe’s quick to acquiesce as he grabs her by the hips and sits up in an upright position. he grabs ahold of her chin and tugs her mouth towards his, sliding his tongue within hers and deepening the embrace. “i love you.

she leans her forehead against his, looking into his eyes. “i love you too, baby.” he whispers, feeling his resolve shatter the more she continued to milk him. rafe bites on his lip as he watches her move with a profound confidence; now alternating her movements between bouncing and grinding against him.

“you’re such a quick learner, doin’ so good for me.” he grabs her by the ass and strokes himself into her — deep and long, feeling her body shake at the penetration. their sex is noisy, the sounds of their slick skin grinding against each other’s entices sofia and encourages her to move with a profound gusto.

she holds onto rafe for leverage, yelling out pleading whimpers as she feels her cunt quiver at her impending release. rafe slides his hands between the slickness of her thighs, greedily seeking out her pussy. he fingers her, thumbing at her sensitive clit until she’s gasping and gripping his forearm to steady herself. “let go for me baby,”

she nods, tucking her trembling lip into her mouth as she drags her hips against his once more before she finally feels her orgasm burst out of her. she slumps forward, falling on rafe who’s still working through his own release. his grunts reverberate in her ears, accompanied by soft cooing praises and platitudes. it’s not too long before she feels the warmth of his cum mixing in with hers and spilling onto both of their thighs.

she presses one last kiss against his mouth before pulling away. there’s this mischievous playfulness on his expression that makes maia glare pointedly at him. “what?” she asks accusatorially at him, titling her head slightly to the side.

“what?” stack repeats with a shrug, placating an innocent facade and acting oblivious. “i didn’t do anything.”

he’s right but maia knows him and that look is anything but innocent. “i don’t know what you’re up to or what’s going on in that brain of yours, but whatever it is—no.”

he huffs out a breathy chuckle of amusement as he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and tilted his head in thought. “so, if i was thinking about how i wanted a quickie right here–”

“no.” they only had half an hour to get to smoke and annie’s anniversary party. they were already treading dangerous close to the time because of an impromptu shower quickie earlier. smoke repeatedly informed them of the night’s importance — how he wanted everything to be absolutely perfect for annie. and maia didn’t want anything to interfere with her brother-in-law’s wishes especially because of her own insatiable fiancée.

he playfully pouts his lips at her. “but this dress,” he expresses vehemently as his eyes roved over her body in appreciation. his hands decline lower, leaving her waist to glide down her back to her ample ass again. he palms her ass roughly in his hands, feeling the flimsy edging lace of her thong. maia’s breath hitches at his onslaught. she would be lying if she said that her wanting for him hadn’t suddenly increased especially with the way his fingers were practically kneading in her ass.

“we can’t––the party––” she says, biting down harshly on her bottom lip when his hands slide beneath her dress. the coldness against her warm thighs sends shivers down her spine.

“c’mon. we both know that i can be quick,” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at her. his hands are squeezing her thighs teasingly. she feels his pinkie finger tugging at the edge of her thong.

“i spent two hours getting ready–” she argues to no avail, her words become moot and forgotten the moment stack presses his thumb against her clothed center and teases circular motions against it.

“it’ll be quick.” his warm mint-smelling breath is hot as he brings his mouth against her ear. “and mess free.” he pecked a gentle kiss against the shell before sucking softly on the skin. she wants to argue that it’s never mess free with them; it’s always ripping of clothing, her lipgloss smeared messily over both of their mouths and faces, her hair disheveled and flailing every which way. they could do quick, mess-free? not so much. but she’s finds that she’s too horny to even bother to argue. she acquiesces defeatedly to temptation, feeling her arousal overpower her.

“just don’t rip off my dress. got it?” she asked with a raised brow and a finger pointed at his chest. “and it has to be really quick.”

stack nods, murmuring a low ‘got it’ under his breath before hungrily slotting his mouth over hers. he’s kissing her with an ravenous vigor, his plaint lips move in an insistent tandem along hers, nipping, licking and tugging with a delicious fervor. “pull down your dress,” he avers as he looked down at her with a carnal lust that has her cunt throbbing in avidity at the thought of him being inside of her again.

maia is docile as she pulls at the straps of her dress pulling it over her shoulders and down her torso until it falls to her feet with a soft thud and she’s standing there in only her soaked underwear. stack licks his lips at the sight of her peaked nipples and brushes a thumb over it; feeling her shiver against him.

“elias,” he knows that whimper, it’s the one that lets him know that she wants to get fucked now. and he’s haste to acquiesce to her plea as his shaking hands reaches for his zipper and tugged it down until his pants were loose around his hips. he steps out of the bunched up fabric before he immediately disregards his briefs, flicking them aside absentmindedly.

his dick’s painstakingly hard and the moment he reaches down to touch it; he hisses through his clenched teeth, overwhelmed by the sensitivity. “t-turn around,” he says, biting on his lip as he spread his precum around and jerked himself off.

maia turns away and places her hands against the counter’s smooth surface as she arched her ass in the air. “fuck!” he groans at the sight of her, seeing strings of her slick slipping down her thighs. once he’s hard enough, he steps behind maia; nearly towering his six foot body over hers.

he leans forward and presses a kiss against her shoulder and spine, whispering another soft platitude of his affection before he levels himself. with one hand around his cock and the other gripping her hip, stack aligns himself at her hole — then, slowly and torturously, rolled his hips forward as he stretched her open. his throat clicks, body shakes at the intrusion. maia mewls loudly, the sound ricochets off of the high walls, boomeranging around as it reverberated in his pounding ears. he slides into her with a slow groan, her name slips between his parted lips — broken and soft like a prayer, weaving between low expletives as his mind and body submits mercilessly to her.

she bites on her lip, squeezing her eyes shut as her fingers curled around the marble of the bathroom’s countertop. “elias,” he stills, overwhelmed by the feeling of being inside of her. but it’s maia’s hand reaching airily behind her and grabbed at his thigh, that encourages him to continue. she chokes on a gasp, her eyes prickle with tears as he continued his penetration.

his dick clefts through her organs, stretching past her perineum and curling deeply inside of her until he’s bottoming her out at her hilt. “mm,” stack’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the lewdness of the sight; his precum already slipping out of her hole, his dick buried deeply inside of her, her hole stretching and gaping around the shape of him, her walls fluttering, his pelvis pressed so far against her ass that it feels like their bodies are molded together.

“baby, do something.” she whimpers, peering over at him over her shoulder.

stack nods, tightening the grip he held on her hips as he slowly withdrew himself out of her ass. maia whimpers again, body shaking at the feeling of him brushing against her walls. he pulls out only halfway, before he’s thrusting back inside of her with a vigorous exertion. “fuck,” it’s a repeated tandem — him retracting from her warmth, only to be buried deeply inside of her and brushing against her g-spot in his return.

the noisiness of their sex entices him; his balls pressing against her ass every time she pushes back and fucks herself down onto his cock has his mind dizzying. maia feels lightheaded, like she’s one breath away from falling over. her grip on the counter slips and nearly causes her to keel forward, but stack’s reflexes are agile and he’s wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her slightly and in an upright position.

“i got you, baby. i got you,” he coos.

the palm of his hand glides down until he’s caught at the center of her cunt; he brushes through the coils of hair, already feeling the wetness of her arousal drenching his fingers as he spreads her open. maia bites on her lower lip, falling mercilessly against his chest as he gently stroked her.

he teases her labia first, running his forefinger and middle finger in oscillating circles around her clitoris as he gathered her slickness. he penetrates his fingers deeper, flexing them in a curl as he sought out her g-spot — feeling the tightness of her cunt convulsing wantonly around his fingers. “you feel so fucking good, baby.” he murmurs, adding to the stimulation as he squeezes at her tender breast. maia lets out a choked up sob, nodding her head as pushed her ass back; catching his cock at her entrance.

“y-you do too,” she cries, rolling her hips as she feels her legs shake.

stack slowly withdraws his fingers all the way out, sliding them up across her clit. then, he’s working himself inside of her again –– pressing upward with his fingers and nudging a bit deeper in his penetration. and it’s so overwhelming that maia has to curl her hand around his wrist to anchor herself for leverage.

he thumbs at her nipple again, feeling it go taut from his touch. she whimpers, reaching her hand back to grab at his head as she deepens the kiss. it’s filthy, with both of their teeth clashing and salvia passing messily back and forth between their mouths, and from this angle he’s mostly kissing the bottom of her lip and chin but he doesn’t deter away from embrace. “look at how pretty you are baby,” he murmurs. maia tiredly turns her head and glances at herself in the mirror; her makeup’s completely ruined — streaks of eyeliner and concealer clung against her cheeks and her hair had fallen from its coiff of curls.

she looks disheveled and unkempt but she knows the sight that stack was really referring to was the sight of his dick sliding deliciously in and out of her. from the way she’s arched she could see each penetration perfectly — how his own face contorted in concentration as he repeatedly fucked her from behind. stack marvels at how her ass recoils and reclaims his dick with every deep penetration. he loved fucking her in every position but this one was his favorite — he loved seeing the deep stretch marks decorated across her hips and the creases of skin from the cellulite on her ass ricochet in accordance to his fevered thrusts.

the smell of their sex lingered thickly in the air, their wet skin slapping against each other’s ricocheted throughout the room and her breathy moans rings in his ears; all while all eight inches of his dick continue to pound unrelenting inside of her. his hands grip her hips, holding her in place to keep up the momentum. but the vigorous pacing of his thrust knocks her off of her balance as she lurches forward with every delicious stroke he slides into her. he bites his lip, seeing the dark markings of his hand prints already bruising her body.

he rolls his hips, his pelvic bone drags slowly against her before he’s pulling halfway out. he groans through his retreat; feeling her wetness shroud him and the flutter of her hole dragging him back in. “perfect. so fuckin’ perfect,”

he shakes uncontrollably, fucking her in such slow strokes that it drives maia insane. she feels every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his dick that slides into her without hesitation, every curl that he presses into her, it’s burned into her memory. “you—fuck, always take me so good, baby,” he murmurs, shakily, nose flaring as the sweet smell of her arousal invades his senses. “like you’re made for me,”

he angles himself deeper with his dick repeatedly brushing against her g-spot. pressed pelvis-to-ass, he continues to fuck into her at a rapid pace. feeling her hole chase after him with every withdraw. every clench and tug has her toes curling in her heels.

“i love you so fucking much,” he slaps his hand against her ass, watching it recoil. “this pussy was made for me, yeah?”

she nods vigorously, breathing laboredly. “it’s yours. just yours.” sweat beads his furrowed brows, his body’s hot as he tucks his face against her shoulder. “right there!” it’s a work of tandem; one hand fondled her tits while the other continued its onslaught on her quim, fingering her until he feels her cunt swell around his fingers. she emanates a high whine; arching her back as she feels her orgasm shroud her. the tension in her muscles alleviate as she succumbs to her orgasm, her fingers loosen from his wrist and her chest heaves as she lulls from the exertion.

she barely given a moment’s recovery before he’s thrusting back inside of her; he brushes his pelvis against her ass and lingers there, holding her down by her back again as he hastens his vigorous thrusts.

“that’s it baby. yeah, just like that.” he says through bared teeth, feeling his abdomen clench and his balls tighten at his own precipice. perspiration slicks his skin, his chest heaves from his exertion and his lip bruises from how hard he’s digging his teeth into the skin. but he disregards that, only focusing on her and how his cock slides into her with one final cant of his hips before he’s cuming messily inside of her.

he moans, sprawling himself across her back as his dick lurched through his release. he lays there on top of her until his breathing lulls and his cock goes flaccid. he then pulls out of her watching string of their body fluid drip from her hole down to her thighs. “mm,” she murmurs, licking her lips as she attempts to lull her breathing. she feels the warmth of stack’s breath against her back. he kisses her spine before slowly slipping out of her. he reaches down and grabs ahold of a wad of tissue and cleans between her legs.

its the sound of his phone buzzing that has him temporarily pulling away. digging through his pockets, he retrieved his phone and looks down at the screen with a new message from smoke. “it’s smoke askin’ where we’re at.” he says, moving his deft fingers across the screen to reply to his brother’s message.

“what time is it?” she questions, watching as stack absentmindedly set his phone aside and stood steadily to his feet again.

“8:30.” he grabs a washcloth and cleans his dick of their fluids before tugging his boxers back over his hips. “we’ve got enough time. the party doesn’t start til 9.”

“i have to do my makeup and hair all over again!” maia laments, narrowing a pointed look at him. “this is the last time i let you convince me into a quickie.” she beseeches, to no avail, because they both know that her threats hold no actual merit.

stack chuckles as he walks up to her and presses a kiss against her shoulder. “i’ll tell him we got a flat tire on the way over. but i mean since we’re runnin’ already late…”

maia playfully shoved at stack’s shoulder as he laughed at her condemning roll of the eyes. “go in the room and grab me a clean pair of underwear while i retouch my makeup.”

jordan scoffs, undaunted by stack’s bravado as he waved a dismissive hand at him. “maybe if you treated your girl right then i wouldn’t have to be over here.”

“what?” stack accents, now stepping in jordan’s face sizing him up with his hands clenched in a fist at his side.

“elias!” bianca walks out into the hallway and approaches the two of them, deciding to interject before the situation escalated into a fight.

the last thing she needed was two grown ass men fighting outside of her apartment. she grabbed stack by the arm and attempted to tug him towards the apartment but he resisted against her and continued his preying intimidation on jordan. and her annoyance at both stack and jordan is prevalent because jordan seems amused by stack’s anger, choosing to indulge in further provoking him instead of retreating.

“elias, let’s go. now.” she avers sternly, pulling on his arm again, this time more forcefully as she begins walking to the apartment.

he smacks his teeth as he allows bianca to drag him away but that doesn’t prevent him from giving jordan one last look and referring to him as “bitch ass nigga,” as they walked off. before either one of them has the opportunity to utter another word, bianca’s pushing stack into the apartment and closing the door behind them.

“so, that’s what we doin’, b?” stack asks, his confrontation is immediate as he unfurls his anger onto her now. “i told you that i didn’t want him over here and you still invitin’ him over like you just don’t give a damn about what i say!”

bianca narrowed her eyes at stack as she tucked her arms over her chest. she didn’t appreciate his tone or the fact that he was suggesting that he had any say so over who she couldn’t allow over her house.

“jordan’s my friend, elias—”

“friend,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “yeah, well your friend wants to fuck you. but i guess you’re too blind to see that.” he proclaims, looking at her challengingly like he’s waiting for her to deny or confirm his statement.

and this time, it’s bianca who scoffs, annoyed and angry at his petulant behavior. she walks past him as she makes her way towards the stairs.

she refused to do this with him. she was tired of it. tired of feeling like she’s the only one who actually cares enough to try to salvage what’s left of this relationship. if he continued to act like this, then she saw no reason to trying to talk. but this only seemed to provoke stack even further as he nodded and chuckled wryly as he followed behind her. “why was he over here, bianca?”

she rolls her eyes and began walking up the stairs. “goodbye, elias.”

“b-”

“leave. get your shit and get out of my house.” she avers, turning around so that they’re now face to face. he’s standing directly in front of her; both of their chests are heaving from the anger that’s brewing inside of them—stack’s eyes are narrowed and unwavering but bianca remained just so, refusing to feed into his intimations.

she didn’t want to kick him out, in all honesty she missed him. but after two days of being gone and coming back just to start another argument with her, instead of apologizing had infuriated her.

“your house?”

she nodded, defiant. “yes, mine. because i’m tired of this.”

his jaw twitches and he takes another step closer to her on the stairs, moving closer to where they’re now practically standing nose to nose. his eyes somehow seemingly darken and much to her dismay, it actually turns her on. she inwardly reprimands herself for it but she couldn’t help but notice how attractive he looked when he was jealous.

maybe her hormones were unfurled because it’s been almost a month since they’ve last had sex and it’s all been simmering inside of her to the point where she needs to release all of the pent up sexual frustration. or maybe some part of her secretly like the fact that stack was jealous of her spending time with jordan.

(it proved that he still cared about her, that he didn’t totally disregard their relationship like she assumed he did. because he would go days without kissing her and hadn’t made any efforts in initiating sex with her for so long, that she thought that his attraction for her had surceased all together. that he didn’t want her anymore.)

part of her wants to provoke him further.

just to see how he’d react.

“you really want me gone?”

“what i want is for you to get your shit together and start acting like my boyfriend again. but if you can’t do that then—” all bianca knows is that she’s being pulled towards him. it’s haste and she’s barely standing steadily on her feet as she balances on the edge of the stairs where stack’s standing. she gasps at the abruptness of his agility, barely having time to realize what’s going on before he’s leaning his head down to kiss her. it’s filthy and rough—the taste of liquor is fresh on his hot breath—his teeth are clashing against hers, nipping at the skin on her bottom lip as he continued to ravish her.

bianca swallows her words, absentmindedly, her body loosens as she succumbs to his onslaught. she mewls at the greediness and neediness of his kisses, how his tongue tastes every inch of her mouth until she’s prying it open and giving him more access to deepen it.

his hands reach down and squeeze at her ass cheeks through the pair of sleep shorts that she’s wearing, pulling her body closer so that she’s flush up against him. bianca whimpers as she feels his fingers knead at the plush flesh.

she knows that they need to talk.

their relationship couldn’t be solved with a quick fuck but she chooses to momentarily disregard their unresolved issues. instead, focusing on stack’s insistent kisses and the way his hands are fondling her ass cheeks.

“elias,” she moans, standing on the tip of her toes so that she’s able to wrap her arms around his heightened neck and pull his body closer so that they’re aligned. he groans, deep and guttural before bending his knees slightly as he slid his hands underneath her thighs and hefted her up into the air so that she’s perched in his lap with her legs wound around his waist.

he turns them around and walks back down the stairs where he’s walking them into the living room. bianca’s legs tighten around him, her thighs squeeze together as she seeks friction.

he maneuvers his way into the living room, lowering her down onto the couch. he hovered over her as he nudged her legs open with his knee. bianca whimpers in his mouth, choking on a gasp as he teased pressure against her cunt.

she thrusted against his knee, continuing to seek after the stimulating pleasure that began to gather in her lower abdomen. stack pried his mouth away from hers with a loud pop. bianca blinks her eyes open and stares at him hazily through her bleared vision, avidly watching and waiting.

he withdraws his knee from against her and instead, lowered his mouth to her stomach where the sleekness of her exposed skin peeked from underneath the cropped shirt that she was wearing. stack’s big, luscious and kiss-swollen lips decorated her belly with soft kisses, his mouth soft and delicate against her skin.

“you wore this around him?” he murmurs through what sounded like a growl and a vehement reproach. his mouth depressed lower to where he was now hovering over the waistband of her shorts. she whimpered and thrusted her hips off of the couch, the gesture unmistakably telling him to touch her already but stack continued with his prolonged foreplay that was beginning to feel like torture.

“elias!” biting on her bottom lip in frustration, she thrusted her hips upward again, this time attempting to tug her shorts down over her hips herself to further along the anticipation. but stack interjects her efforts as he places his hand over hers, haltering her movements.

he removed his mouth from over her stomach and looked up at her again, his expression stern. “i’m the only one that’s allowed to touch you,” he avers, still holding her gaze while his hand raffishly reached between her legs and palmed her pussy.

bianca shivered, her breath catching in the back of her throat as she bit on her lower lip. his hands cupped her firmly with his thumb sliding down the slit of her cunt until it glides over her clothed clit; teasing, torturous in his movements. “b-baby!”

“this is my pussy,” his thumb moved in an undulating motion against her; he presses harder the sensitive nub making her cunt jump at the delicious stimulation. “you got that, b?”

she nods, biting so hard on her lower lip that she could taste the coppery bitterness of blood stinting from the bruise. “yes,” her breathing is shaky, a few tenors below from being labored. her chest is heaving and her eyes are stinging with tears. his hands felt so much better than hers did. touching herself only provided her minimal satisfaction—she’d cum every time but it was nothing compared to how stack makes her cum.

she could feel the gusset of her underwear go sticky from her arousal as she continued to grind against the palm of his hands, desperate and shaking. she squeezes her eyes shut as her cunt squeezes, indicating that her precipice was near. she whimpers, hastening the movement of her hips as she chased her orgasm. she could feel it curling in her toes, tugging in her lower abdomen in a tease. it’s so good—the pressure of it as it builds and she’s anxious to feel her release that she knows is pending. she feels the weight of stack’s body sprawled on top of her as he finds her mouth in another kiss. she indulges in the kiss but only briefly until she realizes that his fingers had stopped their ministrations and were now occupied with tugging her shorts and thong off.

her petulance doesn’t last long because as soon as he’s got her underwear discarded, he’s shoving his pants and boxers down his hips just enough to where they’re wrapped around his ankles and his dick sprang free. it’s hung, endowed in its girth, already spiting milky precum from the swollen tip. he retracts from the embrace just enough so that he’s able to tug his shirt off and throw it in a pile on the floor with the other discarded clothes.

he crawls back up to her, using two of his fingers to slide up her pussy to gather her slickness of her arousal. he uses it as a lubricant mixing it in with his own fluids as he jerked himself off in a few haste tugs to get fully hard. his dick’s glistening; it’s a beautiful vision of their fluids mixed together as his hands groped and tugged at his dick.

bianca throbs anxiously waiting for him to fill her.

once he’s fully hard and curled against his thigh, he huddled a hand underneath bianca’s thigh again and alleviated her hips off of the couch while the other hand palmed his slick dick and aligned it at her center. she spreads her legs open, allowing him space for the intrusion. he levels his hips and initiates a leisure thrust that has the tip of his dick catching at her entrance.

she keens at this—her body spasms in response at the stretch of him wedged inside of her, puckered between her lips. stack bites on his lip as he lowered his eyes to observe the view of his dick as it penetrated her inch by inch until she’s swallowing him whole. “fuck,” he groans, his own breathing unsteady and vision blurred.

pleasure licks up her spine then spreads through every crevice in her body, entrapping her. the pain of the intrusion as he stretches his girth inside of her is only brief. the wetness of her cunt allows him to feed into her without resistance until his dick’s rimmed at her hilt as he bottomed her out.

delirium hits all at once.

he feels so thick and full inside of her that she can’t think about anything except the way his dick’s twitching inside of her. stack allows both of them time to adjust before he’s turning his head so that he’s able to kiss at her clavicle and neck. her hand brush against his nape as she shifted beneath him, indicating her impatience.

he acknowledges this and returns his lips back onto hers, kissing her softly. it’s only then when he slides his hand at her waist and reclined his hips before nudging back inside of her in one fluid thrust. his pelvis lingers against hers for a moment before he’s retracting again. she arches her back off of the cushions of the couch as she pressed her body closer towards his until there’s not an barrier of space between them. she undulates her hips, implementing that delicious catch and release of his dick as it fill and spills out of her.

stack’s hands are squeezing at her thighs, his breath heavy and hot against her ears. “this pussy is mine. every inch of you is mine. no one else’s. no one can fuck you like i can,”

and he’s right; no one else can fuck her, not like this, because she can almost swear she can feel him curled deep in her belly every time he fucks back into her. and it felt so good. “you got that?” his voice is gruff and shaky. she can taste the salty sweat dripping from his forehead. her hands caress his body, feeling the chisel of muscle beneath her fingertips.

bianca nods, breathing through her parted lips. “yours, all yours.” their sex is noisy. the wetness of his dick retracting and filling her again makes a squelching sound, his balls smack against her ass as he fucks her long and deep.

stack maneuvers them so that he’s the one laying beneath her as she straddles him from on top. with this new change of position, she makes the effort in shimmying out of her shirt as well so that they’re both fully naked without any barrier of clothes between them.

she moves her hips in a sinuous motion, teasing her clit with his tip, stirring up just enough arousal until she’s ready for him to fill her again. she steadies her hands on his chest for balance as she arches her hips and pops her ass back. her thighs and cunt squeezes together as she fucks herself onto him. stack’s face contorts between a mix of awe and amusement as he lowered his eyes to where their pelvises conjoined. he watches as her cunt swallows his dick completely mesmerized.

“stack. fuck, i’m so close.” she whimpers, hastening her efforts as she alternated between circling her hips and bouncing on his dick.

he pressed his thumb against her sensitive clit as he fingered and fucked her. “come on, baby. let me feel you. cum all over my dick,” he whispered encouragingly, enticing another whimper from bianca. “cum for me, b.” she nods, biting down on her lip again as she squeezed her eyes shut.

that’s all it takes before she’s cuming with her body shivering and her breathing labored. his fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs as he increased his own hastened efforts, fucking up into her until he’s groaning loudly as his warm cum spilled inside of her seeping cunt. she slumps over with her forehead rested against stack’s shoulder as she attempted to catch her breath. she didn’t know what brought on such possessiveness from stack but she actually kind of liked it especially if it meant him fucking her like this.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs against her skin, words muffled as she tucked her head against his shoulder. bianca turns her head and looked at him, surprised to see the vulnerability marring across his features. “i know i’ve been distant and angry for these past few weeks… i just — sometimes, i get too in my head and start to think that one day you’re gonna realize that you’re too good for me and leave.” his eyes avert, his jaw clenches again as he shrugged his shoulder looking chagrined.

“what?” she asks, bewildered. “baby, why would you think that?”

he shrugs, “you got shit goin’ for you and i’m just… here. then you started hangin’ around jordan and i thought…i don’t know. it’s stupid. forget i said anythin’,” he attempts to dismiss, but bianca is deviant in her refusal. she sits upright and tucks her finger under his chin, tugging his head up so that he’s looking at her.

“i’m not going to leave you. i love you, you know that. and you’re more than enough for me. i don’t know where that idea came from but it’s not true.” he nods, the tension in his jaw loosens as he looks up at her with his softened brown eyes. “i’m sorry too. instead of talking to you, i went to jordan instead. but i meant what i said about him just being my friend. it was just easy to talk to him because you were pulling away from me. i was lonely and needed a friend to talk to. that’s it. i don’t have feelings for him and the only guy i wanna be with is you.”

there’s still a lot between them that needed to be addressed, but she was just glad they’d gotten to a point where they were finally communicating again.

stack grabbed her by the hips as he sat upright to meet her lips in a kiss. it’s slow unlike the others that they shared and ensued enough vigor to have her toes curling again. she wraps her arms around his neck as she leans into him, savoring the taste and feeling of his mouth against hers. “i love your sexy ass,”

she giggles, biting on her lip. “i love you too,”

his hand smacks against her ass as he smirks boyishly. “this ass is mine too,”

bianca smirks, nudging her hips forward in a thrust as she rubbed against his dick that was still buried inside of her. stack inhaled a sharp breath through his flared nostrils, “and this, is all mine.” she murmurs coquettishly, much to his amusement.

“yeah?” his hands reach behind her and grab her ass, holding her against him. he bites his lip at the lewd sight of her swollen cunt that was still glistening with his cum slipping out of her. “show me.”

she lifts her hips in a whine, meeting each of vigorous his thrusts as he glides in and out of her wanton pussy at an unhurried pace. “elias!”

his jaw is slacked, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he watched himself prod deeper inside of her, penetrating her and filling her up. she shudders at the emotion stack poured into every thrust of his hips. her eyes flutter shut as she moves in time with him, meeting every upward thrust with a grind of her hips.

his rolls his hips, fingers palled into the skin on waist as he continues. then, in almost perfect unison, she comes undone, her body trembles as her arousal spills from her. and he’s seconds behind her, falling mercilessly against of her as his warm arousal fills her. she’s still trembling and trying to steady his heavy breathing when he feels stack’s hands rubbing at her backside.

her face is nuzzled against his neck again as she’s hauling down from her post-coital orgasmic high. they sat there in silence still trembling. he kisses her chest, lowering his mouth until he reaches her breast. his lips pucker around her left nipple, tugging at the sensitive flesh with his teeth, then soothes his tongue over it with a gentle lap.

she instantly gets wet again, feeling it lap around his cock. she grinds against him, dragging and rolling her hips until she feels him swell inside of her. she holds her hand against the back of his neck as she bounced on his dick — the sound of wet skin slapping against each other’s fill their ears. she tosses her head back and angles her hips taking him deeper, feeling the shape of him curl so far into her that she feels the bulge of him in her stomach. “oh my—fuck,” he presses his hand against her abdomen, rolling his hips into hers, meeting her halfway in her frenzied thrusts. tears sting in her eyes, her lip trembles and chest heaves. her cunt warps tightly around him, causing him to groan around her nipple.

he fucks into her once, twice, shoving himself so deep that she feels him brushing against her cervix. she chokes on a sob, falling forward again as she she feels a wetness of liquid squirt out of her. stack moans around her tight flutters, feeling the tell of his orgasm lurch in the tip of his dick. he cums inside of her again, shivering. kissing her shoulder, he exhaled a shaky breath. “damn baby.” he coos, looking down at the sticky wet mess between them.

he’s already hard and leaking from the flushed tip, curling against his thigh. he leans forward and kisses her again, swallowing down her moans. “shh, baby. unless you want someone walkin’ in on us,” he reprimands, though to no avail because the moment he reaches between them and grabs ahold of his dick — sliding the tip along the slickness of her folds, he groans gutturally. the loud noise catches in the back of his throat.

she flutters at the barest of contact, whimpering as she pleaded for more. “smoke!” he nods feeling his throat click as he adjusted himself and slowly began to nudge himself inside of her. her eyes flutter, mouth hangs open at the delicious friction that floods through her body. smoke’s dick stretches her; sliding through her slickness and penetrating through her sensitive walls until he’s seated at the hilt. he groans through his penetrative stretch, feeling the tightness of her pulling around his dick.

“fuck,” he murmurs. he slides a hand beneath her thighs, tucking her knees up until they’re nearly at her chest. smoke’s dick twitches as he looked down and saw the lewd sight of his dick shoved inside of annie’s swollen pussy.

the visuals of her slick coating his dick alone was enough to make him cum. he shifts the angle a bit so that he’s nudged even deeper, curled so far past her cervix that she feels him in her belly. annie mewls as her fingers curl around the edges of the counter for leverage.

“oh, fuck.” her body shivers in pleasure, overwhelmed at his intrusion. smoke presses a kiss against her shoulder, the saltiness of sweat sticking against her skin sits on his tongue. he holds her by her thighs, keeping her in her arched position. then, in one slow stroke he’s rolling his hips and withdrawing from inside of her, diligent and deft in his movements.

both of them groan at the feeling of his dick brushing against her walls.

annie’s head falls back, knocking against the fogging mirror. her pussy clenches at the loss of contact and greedily suctions him back inside of her before he’s even halfway out. smoke’s hands tremble and he has to tighten his grip on her thighs to keep the momentum going. “you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. i was thinkin’ about you all day. couldn’t wait to get you alone to do this,” he rambles, rolling his hips and thrusting inside of her as he feels her pussy swallowing every inch of his cock.

it was nearly torturous for smoke having to sit there throughout the entire evening; watching his wife walk around in her little black dress and not being able to touch her. he’d attempted to brush his hand between her thighs at the table, but she’d only given him a scolding look and mouthed “behave” that had petulantly him pulling away.

it wasn’t until they were out on the dance floor with her grinding against his erection, that she’d whispered “bathroom, now!” that he was eagerly succumbing to her ask and following her down the corridor to the empty bathroom.

annie levitates off of the counter just enough so that her hips are meeting his thrust-for-thrust. her mind feels dizzy at the stimulation; at the feeling of his dick brushing against her clit with every slow grind of his hips. “elijah!” she whimpers, hand shakily reaching down to grab ahold of his neck. she pulls him up for a kiss, moaning softly in his mouth. “right there!” she encourages, feeling her toes curl against her heels.

he thrusts his hips and lingers against her to where the tip of him is nudged against her clit. he hits against it with the same precision, feeling the soft quivers of annie’s body opening around him. “yeah, like that?” he grunts, sliding a hand between them as his fingers gathered some of her slick and used it to rub through her vulva.

she nods, blinking through the tears as she felt her legs and thighs burn at the angle he’s got her seated in. but the pleasure was too good for her to care. “just like that.”

“you gonna cum for me, baby?” she feels her thighs squeeze at the onslaught of his thick fingers and even thicker dick penetrating her pussy. the lewd noises ricocheting in the room of his balls slapping against her ass and his cock sliding through her wetness sends annie over the edge.

“i’m s-so close,”

smoke grabbed her by the ass and hastened his efforts, fucking into her hard and fast that she bounced against him with every thrust. she squeezes and clenches, working closer towards her release. smoke presses his hand against her stomach where he feels himself curled against her. “you take me so good.” he grunts, feeling his dick twitch when his palm glides over the tip. “come on, annie. cum for me, baby. i need to feel it,” he whispers shakily, already feeling himself edging towards his own orgasm.

he leisurely slides his dick into her again, fondling her clit with his tip as she cries through her release. her back bows, fingers fall limply to her side as the pleasure spreads through her. smoke continued to fuck himself inside of her as he feels a tug in his stomach. annie rolls her hips, still teasing him through her release.

“cum inside of me,” she avers and smoke groans, nodding against her shoulder as his hips stutter and body tensed as he cums. his breath’s hot against her skin as she holds him through it. warmth slicks between annie’s thighs mixing with her own.

“damn woman, how do you manage to get tighter every time we have sex?” he shivers, hearing annie’s soft giggles reverberate in his ears.

he lowers her legs to her sides, watching as some of his cum slid down her legs. he slides his thumb over her pussy and spreads her folds, pushing the cum back inside of her. her giggles subside and she’s moaning softly again. she rolls her hips against the callousness of his finger, that seemingly added more pleasure to the stimulation.

“gotta make sure it doesn’t go to waste.” he murmurs, pressing another kiss against her lips. “that feel good?” he asks, voice gruff as he watched her. she nods, fluttering her eyes close again. she cums for the second time, feeling the pressure coiling tightly in her stomach. she opens her eyes and looks at him with a soft smile.

“you’re such a bad influence.”

smoke gapes a playful look of offense, “me? you’re the one that pulled me into the bathroom.”

“that’s because you were pressing your dick against my ass while we were dancing!” she reprimands, watching as a smug look curled on his face.

“it’s not my fault that my body has a mind of its own when it comes to you.” he shrugs, smiling as he leaned in for another kiss. annie melts into the embrace, tasting the saltiness of his lips. she slides her hands over his shoulders and down his chest; lowering them until she reaches his erected dick.

he shivers when he feels her soft hands brush against his engorged flesh. this time it’s her that’s smirking smugly, amused by his visceral reaction to her touch. she moans softly as she slid her pussy over his cock; grinding against him from base to tip. his dick lurches against her palm as he groaned through clenched teeth. he leans towards her again, breath rugged and heavy. “annie.”

she slides down onto him in a slow stretch, rolling herself up to him to catch him at her entrance. “fuckin’ hell!” he knows he won’t last as long as before, he can already feel the pressure aiming directly towards his tip, but he sure as hell was gonna make sure he milked her of another one before he came.

annie slides and grinds against him, messily coating his cock with her slick. and somehow she gets even wetter as she chases her third orgasm of the night. he bites at her ear lobe and slides his teeth over her neck. “you’re amazin’, you know that? i love you so fuckin’—shit.” his hips stutter when she arches up into him.

“i love you, too.” she whispers, biting on her lip. she cums again, feeling her body go lax at her release. smoke curses through his grunts, stuffing his white fluids inside of her swollen pussy again. he slumps over her shoulder with his breathing sounded more rugged than before. she squeezes her legs around his waist, keeping his dick buried inside of her.

“annie,” smoke laments, shaking from overstimulation when he feels her teasing slow circles against his dick again. “you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me,” she smiles, pressing soft kisses against his cheeks before slowly pulling him out. he sighs deeply as his flaccid dick hangs loosely over the band of his boxers.

“come on, we should hurry up and get back. i know mary and stack are probably wondering where we are,” she slides off of the counter with shaky legs, reaching down to grab her discarded underwear. smoke tucks himself back into his pants and ran a hand over his hair.

“you think anyone will notice what we came in here to do?”

“i don’t give a damn if they did.” smoke shrugs, grabbing her by the waist as he pulled her in for another kiss. “i was makin’ love to my woman.”

stack nudged his elbow against smoke’s, clicking his teeth in a tsk-ing reprimand. “man we’re supposed to be celebratin’!” he enthused, his smirk curling deeper as he leaned in closer to (attempt to) whisper. “all the shit we just looted from that bank? we got enough money to open our own fuckin’ whorehouse and then some!”

smoke hurriedly looked around, wary of any bypassing eavesdroppers. the pungent smell of beer is fresh of stack’s breath, his eyes are red and glossy and smoke could see his cognition slowly dissipating with each swallow of beer that he took.

today’s job had been successful. through thorough days of planning, they’d managed to raid a bank a few towns over with nothing but their revolvers and masks for their discretion. it only took about five minutes for them load the $1,000 into their bags and make a stealth exit without any hassle. still on an adrenaline high, stack suggested that they go out to commentate their win. and smoke should’ve known that it wouldn’t just be a quiet night of drinking like it was supposed to be.

“we ain’t openin’ a damn whorehouse, stack. ain’t no real money in that.” smoke rebuttals, giving him an exasperated look. “and quiet your drunk ass down some!”

stack rolls his eyes, undaunted by his brother’s forewarning as he reached over and snagged the now lukewarm bottle of beer that smoke had been babysitting all night. “you know there’s money in it. you just don’t wanna do it ‘cause you know annie will skin your black ass alive!” he teases, his eyes distractedly avert towards the short woman that was approaching them.

stack whistles coquettishly at the sight of her; taking in the sight of the short length dress that accentuated her curvaceous physique. she gives them both a beguiled smile, her eyes curiously flint between the both of them in amusement like she’s trying to decide who she wants to hither to first — but smoke’s blatant expression of disinterest deters her and has her scurrying over to stack instead, gently nudging at his shoulders to make room so that she’s able to slide herself down onto his lap.

stack barred an arm around her waist while the other loosely held onto his beer. the woman’s piqued curiosity has her pointing a finger between them and inquiring, “y’all twins?”

smoke shakes his head, resisting the urge of rolling his eyes at the thickness of her question. “naw. we cousins,” he murmurs sarcastically, taking another look at the time to see that it was rolling dangerously close towards midnight already.

“ignore him darlin’,” stack avers, kicking his foot against smoke’s beneath the table as he gave him a pointed look at his dismissive attitude. “he’s just ready to get back home to his wife.”

“oh!” the woman exclaims in surprise, lowering her eyes to his hand. “you married?” smoke’s thumb brushes over the band of his ring, an instinctual gesture that’s become a habit of his whenever he thinks of annie.

he nods, pushing his chair back as he clambered to his feet. “yeah. come on stack, it’s late and we still got an hour drive back to town.”

“you go,” stack suggested with a shrug, leaning forward to bury his face in the woman’s neck as he pressed wet kisses against her skin. “i’m good right here,” he murmurs as the woman giggles and leaned closer into stack’s touch.

“if i leave you that means i gotta drive all the way back here tomorrow to come get you.”

“don’t worry, i’ll keep him safe.” the woman coos, though smoke doesn’t heed her attempted reassurance. he cut his eyes at her in a glowered expression; one that she easily interprets because she purses her mouth close and shifts against stack.

“i’m not leavin’ you.” smoke laments, folding his arms against his chest. “now we can keep standin’ here and you can tell annie why we got back so late or you can get your ass up and follow me outside to the car,” he shrugs defiantly as he knows the inevitable outcome of the bargain.

stack lifts his head from its nestled perch and sighs deeply. he imprints a kiss against the woman’s cheek before begrudgingly telling her to get up. her lips moue but she nods and stands to her feet; shifting her eyes confusedly between the two brothers. stack snatches his beer off of the table as tips back another swig before he’s petulantly brushing past smoke towards the door.

…

“i’m just sayin’ it was a cheap shot usin’ annie to threaten me!” stack complains from his perch in the passenger’s seat. “all’s i wanted to do was have a little bit of fun to celebrate.”

“you did enough celebratin’ tonight.” smoke countered, giving his brother a wayward look. his pursed lips pucker around the cigarette that’s hanging between his mouth and he inhales softly, holding the smoke in his mouth before blowing it into the air. “besides, you think mary would appreciate you steppin’ out on her like that?” smoke wasn’t close to her, but he cherished the beliefs of being faithful in relationships no matter what the extent of it was.

stack brushes a hand dismissively at him, though the tense pull of his jaw let’s smoke know that the mention of her had affected him more than he intended for it to. “i ain’t with mary no more. i can do whatever i want with whoever i want.” he mumbles, suddenly retreating at the mention of his ex girlfriend.

smoke takes another drag of his cigarette before flicking it onto the ground. he averts his eyes between the road and the petulant like frown pulled on his brother’s face. he knows that despite his brother’s feigned insouciance that he still cared about mary, but his stubbornness had prevented him from continuing their relationship.

“what should we do then?” stack asks. his question and subvert of the topic clefts through his brief moment of silence and as smoke furrowing a confused brow at him. “with the money,” he clarifies, recalling back on their earlier conversation.

he’s deflecting to avoid talking about mary anymore. and smoke decides to concede to his brother’s unasked request. smoke considers stack’s question before responding with a gestured shrug of his shoulders. “aside from a brothel, what else could bring in a lot of money?”

“a juke joint.” stack suggests, half drunk and half in a dazed stupor as the three beers that he’d chugged down earlier were now catching up to him. his head’s craned back in an uncomfortable position and his eyes are fluttering close as he fought against his exhaustion.

smoke considers it with a nod. “we gotta have entertainment and food though. and more money to pay for all that. the money we got right now ain’t enough.”

“we can loot more banks. and i heard you can get a lot from trains with the cargo they bring in,” he doesn’t know if stack’s serious, he’s drunk and a few blinks away from being completely conked out. regardless, it was a good idea. but there was one thing that had him reluctant on any further postulation.

“annie’ll kick my ass if she finds out i’m robbin’ banks and trains.” she wasn’t too keen on their lifestyle and would usually always have to cleanse him of his debauchery every time he came back home. he can only imagine her reaction if she found out that stack was suggesting them getting further involve in such corruption.

stack chuckles, shaking his head. “you one whipped ass nigga.”

…

just as predicted, annie’s wide awake when he arrives home. smoke retracts the keys from the car’s ignition as he pulls into the grass, looking through the bedroom window where he sees annie sprawled out across the bed with a book tucked against her thighs. he reaches over and nudges stack against his knees shaking him awake. “get up. we here.”

stack grouses as he stirs awake.

smoke clambers out of the car, tucking his keys into his pockets as he makes his way towards the front door. he hears the creak of the passenger door being pulled open and the sound of stack’s shoes walking on the pebbled ground as he follows behind him.

“elijah?” annie beckons upon their entry. he barely passed over the threshold before she alerts, almost like a sixth sense of knowing his presence.

he pushes the door further open as stack groggily saunters in behind him. “yeah, baby, it’s me.” they stand by the door waiting for her approach. he hears the soft patter of footsteps in her ascending gait. annie rounds the corner moments later, dressed comfortably in her nightgown and with her hair tied around in fabric.

“what mischief y’all get into tonight?” she questions, walking over to her shelf that was full of her hoodoo concoctions; oils, candles and herbs that she kept in stock.

smoke and stack share a look at her raised brow. “nothin’ too bad.” smoke ripostes, hearing the annie’s soft chuckle of disbelief.

she grabs a small bottle of her herbal mixture of sage, cedar, rosemary, lavender, and rue; and dispenses some of it in a white sage leaf and rolls it tightly until it’s in a bundle. “i can smell the negativity brewin’ off both you,” she lights the bundle and the potent smell of the burning herbs immediately invades their sinuses. she walks over to them and waves the sage stick over their bodies, reciting a hoodoo conjuring prayer as she continues her cleansing. she looks up and meets smoke’s gaze, shaking her head though there’s a small smile tugging at her lips.

“alright.” she says after she stubs out the fire and sets the bundle and the bottle of herbs back onto their respective place on her shelf. “y’all hungry? i can warm up the leftovers.”

“naw. i’m too tired to eat.” stack declines, his gait staggers as he makes his way into the living room. he falls forward haphazardly on the couch; groaning as his face squishes against the soft cushions.

“what about you, baby?” annie walks over to where he’s standing. smoke’s hands round to her waist; digging into the soft flesh before he’s gently tugging her closer to him. the small smile returns on annie’s face as she closes the distance between them. she wounds her arms around his neck — feeling the soft wisps of his breath brushing against her cheeks as smoke leaned in for a kiss.

“naw, i’m hungry for somethin’ else,” he murmurs, brushing his mouth against hers in a feverish kiss. it’s only been two days since he’s last seen her, but smoke always felt insatiable when it came to annie.

she giggles against his mouth, pushing gently at his shoulders before chancing a cautious look over at stack. “behave yourself, elijah. we got a guest.” she reprimands, but her words fall absentminded to his ears because the sight of her biting her lip distracts him completely.

she presses one last kiss against his mouth — teasing as she nips and sucks on his bottom until it swells. smoke groans softly, lowering his hands to her ass as he gives it a hard squeeze. he pulls her body closer to his; chafing his dick that was already swelling in his growing arousal against her thigh. he grinds against her torturously slow, allowing her to feel the outline of him as he prodded her thickly through his pants. she whimpers breathily at the friction, hurriedly releasing his swollen lip with a pop before looking over at stack’s sleeping figure again.

“come on to bed,” she murmurs, reaching for his hand before she’s turning around and retreating down the hallway to their bedroom.

he closes the door with his foot while his hands were preoccupied touching every inch of her body. they breathe softly; swallowing each other’s moan as they maneuvered through the room towards the bed. “missed you so fuckin’ much,” he murmurs, his greedy hands are groping her through her nightgown; he glides his fingers up the meat of her thighs and buried them between her molten crux — feeling the moistened stickiness of her arousal through the flimsy fabric.

he slides his thumb against her and circled at her clothed clit; rubbing deftly and with the right amount of friction to have her moaning loudly in response.

smoke slides his mouth over hers and silences her with a feverish kiss. “gotta be quiet, baby.” he says, though he feels himself slipping through his own resolve.

he slides through and against her slit; feeling the moisture thicken messily against his finger. annie makes a small noise of indignation, her chest heaves as she murmurs an pointed, “elijah!” that conveys her impatience at his continued edging.

he removes his finger from between her thighs and instead grabs the edges of her waistband and tugs them over her hips. the ruined underwear fall to the ground with a soft thud; pooling around her ankles. she absentmindedly kicked them aside then with hurried fingers, began to tug at his clothing.

they work in a frantic tandem; their mouths still heavy and slick against each other’s as they kissed — only momentarily breaking apart to shrug his shirt off of his body and remove his gun and its holster from around his waist. he shivers and groans when annie’s fingers slide down the chisel of muscles on his abs — stopping just before she reaches the waistband of his pants. she bites her lip at the sight of him and gives him this seductive look that has smoke’s dick twitching.

“fuck, i can’t wait to be inside of you.”

she smirks again. the expression’s caught between sexy and mischievous, because she knows the affect she has on him — how weak willed and submissive his body is when it comes to her. she shoves at his pants until they’re over his hips and in the same forgotten pile as his other articles of clothing and her underwear. he’s standing naked in front of her; his dick’s curled and painfully erect — throbbing and leaking rivulets of precum from the tip. he pulls her in for another kiss that’s filthier than the last — all teeth and their tongues sliding wetly in each other’s mouths.

annie reaches down and grabs ahold of his dick. her nimble fingers wrap around him and firms a gentle grip; the feeling of her fingers alone already had him swelling against her hand. she revels at the feeling of him — at the grunts and expletives that falls off of his lips as she pressed her finger against the engorged tip of his dick and squeezed softly until more milky spurts of precum spilled out of him, at the reflexive twitches she feels brushing against her palm when she oscillates her hand from base-to-tip, in one torturously slow drag. “fuck, annie.” he drawls out another stifled moan.

he bites on his lip, feeling his head loll back in pleasure as she continued to jerk him off. his brows furrow deeper, breathing hitches and dick lurches in her hand in forewarning. annie slides her hand against him; lubricating him with him precum and hastened the movements of her hands. his expression shifts as his jaw slacks and teeth dig deeper into his lip. he feels the thickness of his orgasm spill out of him like a tidal wave — the buildup of pressure releases from him all at once and skeets messily on annie’s hand.

his dick twitches again as her fingers brushed against his balls, holding him through his release. he shudders, looking down at her through the haziness of his vision. “i’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow. gonna make you feel every inch of it.” he whispers filthily, barely fully recovered from his first orgasm but his dick was already swelling in anticipation at the thought of being inside her.

“take this off.” his hands tug at her nightgown as she raises her arms in the air and allowed him to remove the last barrier of clothing until she’s completely nude. “i wanna see every inch of you.” his eyes wandered appreciatively over her body — at the thickness of her, at the swelled cupping of her breast and the coiled bush of hair on her pussy, the stretch marks drawn across her hips and the cellulite on her ass and thighs — every inch of her was sculpted to perfection and he couldn’t wait to ravish her.

“so fuckin’ pretty and perfect.” he praises, his hands find her hips again as he draws her in for a slow kiss. their lips brush softly, teasing and nipping, relishing in the salty taste of each other. then it’s a slip of tongue — gliding over the cupping over her lower lip, begging for further entry. smoke continues to maneuver them backwards until the back of annie’s leg hits the bed. he holds a hand around her back, steadying her in his grip before gently easing her onto the mattress.

smoke follows her in the maneuver, his body hovers over hers as their mouths continued their ravenous feat. annie whimpers at the slightest tease of his dick brushing against her slit. “‘lijah,” she murmurs, breath caught in a hitch as she lifted her hips and chased after the friction.

“i got you, baby.” smoke avows, nudging her legs apart with his knees as he seats himself between her. he teases his forefinger against her cunt again, feeling the slickness gathered along her slippery folds. “this all for me?” he murmurs, breath brushing against her lips as he looked down at her awed at her dazed expression.

his scissors his fingers and uses her slick to fondle her clit. he quietly shushes her when she inadvertently yelps and squeezes around his fingers at the contact. “quiet, baby.” he reminds her and she purses her lips and twists her fingers so tightly around the sheets that it burns. he drags his finger from her vulva to her opening, marveling in the raunchy sounds of her slick dragging against her walls.

annie’s breathing quickens, the skin between her brows crease and her face furrows in pleasure. tension tugs in her belly, warmth spreads from her ears to her toes and she can feel her pussy gaping so tight around his fingers that it hurts. “s-smoke!” she whimpers shakily, tittering so close to the point of delirium.

“i feel it. let it go, annie. c’mon.” he coos, lowering his eyes to the slick that’s covering his hands from his fingers to knuckles.

it’s a beautiful mess between her thighs and he spreads her legs further to watch as he curls his fingers deeper, sliding and stretching until he’s knuckles deep into her g-spot. “elijah!” any restraint she attempted to maintain suddenly falls short; because she feels her orgasm pulling out of her almost immediately.

she spasms and writhes beneath him, tears fall wetly against her cheeks as she she clenches around the thickness of his fingers. “that’s it. fuck you look so pretty like this,” he slips his fingers out and used his thumb to lift her clitoris lip and teased the padding of his fingers against her sensitive nub. she whimpers again as she arched her hips and dragged her clit against his wet fingers. it’s a bit slippery and messy through his movements, but he still manages to implement enough friction to where she’s already feeling her second orgasm pulling through her body again.

“f-ffuck elijah.” her words are shaky and a few octaves shy of a whisper. she squeezes her eyes shut as she continued to thrust against his fingers. her chest constricts, pussy throbs achingly at his unrelenting onslaught. she cums again and this one it feels bigger than the first with watery liquid spilling out of her. she flutters her eyes open, blinking through the wetness that clung to her lashes and the bleariness that hindered her vision.

“you okay?” he questions, attentive in his aftercare as he gauged a look down at her.

she nods numbly, still dazed from the pleasure. smoke leans down and kisses her, allowing the taste of her arousal that he licked clean off of his fingers, to pass between their tongues. annie moans at the taste; feeling herself become wet at the filthiness of their intimacy.

smoke reached between his thighs and grabbed ahold of his dick; giving himself a few limp strokes until he’s fully rigid. he aligns himself at her entrance but instead of slipping inside of her, he teases himself against her — grinding his dick against her slicked folds.

he moans at the feeling of her cunt lapping repeatedly over his dick and how she leaves a sticky trail of residue of her arousal in her wake. “elijahhh!” she breathes ruggedly through a high whine, her eyes fluttering shut and her back bows at the delicious skin-to-skin contact. he rubbed the head of his dick against her swollen clitoris, dragging himself through her labia and against her entrance.

“i know.” he grunts in agreement. “just gettin’ you ready for me, baby.” smoke swipes his cockhead between her wet pussy lips and spams, choking on a guttural groan.

“yeah?” he asks as he rolled his hips against hers and nudged his dick against her clit again. her pussy throbs achingly, desperate to feel him inside of her. she nods vigorously, feeling tears prickle in her eyes again.

“yes.” she avers, hurried. desperate.

smoke nods at her plea and adjusts himself so that he’s angled at her entrance. he levels his pelvis and shifts his perched position between her thighs before slowly rolling his hips forward. annie’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her mouth slacks agape as she flutters tightly around his dick; still sensitive and swollen from her previous two orgasms.

smoke lowered his eyes and bit his lip as he watched his slow penetration — he’s mesmerized by the visual of how she stretches around the shape of him. she’s so wet that he slides in without any resistance. he rolls his hips against hers and slides through her slick — stuffing her full of his dick inch by inch. she trembles though her body easily adjusts to his intrusion. the pain is sharp but immediately dulls into unreciprocated pleasure that has her gripping at the sheets for support again.

smoke slides his hand over her pelvic bone and presses firmly against to hold her in place. then, in an agonizingly slow pace he’s thrusting himself inside of her again — choking on another groan as her pussy nearly suctions him in. he marvels at the sight of how she takes all eight inches of him without hesitation, at how full he feels being inside of her. he slides his hand over her stomach again; feeling the swell of his dick as it sits there buried deeply past her cervix. “you feel that?” he murmurs, pushing deeper until he’s buried so deeply that he’s pressed flush up against her thighs. “you take me so good, baby.” he praises, narrowing his eyes where he sees the bulge of his dick curved inside of her.

his dick twitches at the sight.

it always felt like annie’s body was made for his with how easily she accommodates to the stretch of him. she takes him without hesitation, filling herself full of his dick until she’s biting back another whimper. smoke holds himself there, pressing his hand deeper as he begins to slowly withdraw. “nnnggh,” she makes an incoherent noise in response, feeling the torturous drag of him sliding against her walls. “smoke!” he brushes another kiss against her lips, shaking through his own reprieve.

“shhh. it’s okay, i got you. fuck annie. so fuckin’ tight around my dick.” he mewls through clenched teeth, feeling the flutter of her chasing after his dick through his retraction. he pulls out halfway before he’s hurriedly brimming her to the hilt again and pressing down on her stomach. it’s such a lewd but pretty sight; his dick slipping out and reclaiming her in and out, in and out with the juices of her arousal drenching him every time he withdraws from the tightness of her swollen pussy. “been thinkin’ about this pussy for days. missed bein’ inside you. fuck, baby.”

she grinds into him meeting him thrust-for-thrusts, arching her hips off of the mattress as much as she could beneath smoke’s firm grip on her. it’s overwhelming — the feeling of him like this; in her belly, curved and brushing against her so perfectly that it has her eyes lining with tears again. he alters his pacing, now fucking himself into her with a hastened vigor.

“you take this dick like you made for it.” he says, rolling his hips against hers. their slick skin ricochets with every upthrust of his hips that meets hers, it’s suave and precise enough so that he’s perfectly hitting her hilt with every stroke. annie drew in a quick breath, her throat grows heavy, her teeth are gnawing at the plush skin on her bottom lip again. she could feel the ridges of his dick chafing against her cunt while he pressed heavily inside of her; he goes slower and drawls deeper, much to her delight, emphasizing his emotions with every downward circulation of his hips.

he reluctantly removes his hand from her stomach, in favor of reaching down to slide it beneath her calf. he hefts her right leg over his shoulder and leans forward a bit so the angle’s shifted. “you—f-feel so good!” he’s deeper than before and it’s almost primal at how he wants to feel her come undone for him. the sweat that’s gathered on his forehead is slick against her skin as he lowers his head and tucks his face in her neck. smoke rolls his hips and fucks into her with abandon, brushing his pelvis against hers until he’s seated inside of her again.

“right there!” annie cries in pleasure when he thrusts into her swiftly and lingered there for a bit. he felt her clench tightly around his dick at the movement.

“yeah, like that?”

“a-again!” she encourages, tossing her head back when he mimicked the move again, this time increasing the pleasure by pressing his thumb against her engorged clit. he’s nearly sprawled out across of her, hunched over in his position. his breathing is heavy and hot in her ear, his body’s shaking and burning against her.

“tell me this pussy is mine.” he rasps shakily, feeling every squeeze and tug that she warps around him. his muscles burn and ache from the exertion but his only focus is on making her cum.

“it’s yours, baby. only yours!” and annie swears she feels him get bigger at her praise; his dick twitches and swells in its girth and smoke curses filthily under his breath. he fucks her deeply into the mattress, the grip he’s got on her leg tightens as he rolls and thrusts his hips — fucking her deep and fast. “you’re the only one that makes me f-feel this good.”

she feels so damn good around him as she opens her body onto him. his jaw is slacked, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he watched himself prod deeper inside of her, penetrating her and filling her up to the brim.

then, she feels her breath catching and body seizing as she cums. the pressure erupts from her; fast and hard and she’s still throbbing through it as smoke’s dick continues its languid thrusts. he curses again, hand slips between her moist thighs finding her clit. he rubs attentively at the swollen nub and drags his hips against hers until he feels his orgasm following quickly behind hers. the pressure builds directly into his tip and he gives one last lazy thrust before he’s shuddering through his release.

he cums inside of her, thick and warm, still undulating his hips as he sees the fluid nearly spill out of her. smoke grunts as he fucks his cum back into her, watches it stretch and become almost frothy. his hips jerk again then he stills as his body nearly paralyzes from the overwhelming pleasure.

he breathes ruggedly as he pressed soft kisses against her sweaty skin. “i swear you gon’ be the death of me one day,” he says, rolling his hips lazily against her as the remnants of his orgasm milks out of him.

annie rolls her eyes fondly at him as she shakes her head. smoke kisses her thigh before reluctantly loosening his grip and lowering her leg back onto the bed. when his dick flaccids, he pulls out of her and falls beside her with a tired yawn. “i tire you out?” annie teases, shifting on the mattress so that she’s turned in his direction. he’s laid with his eyes closed and a lazy smirk curled on his lips.

he nods, “you always do.”

she smiles before shifting closer so that her head’s tucked on his shoulder. smoke maneuvers around so that he’s able to wrap his arm around her, pulling her closer into his embrace. “i missed you.”

smoke flutters his eyes open and looks down at her with a soft expression. “i missed you too, baby.” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over her cheek. he leans forward and kisses her, gently nudging his nose against hers.

“when you leavin’ again?” the question’s a soft whisper shared between them. her finger trails along his chest at the skin and muscle that’s there.

he shakes his head, sighing in a soft frustration. “i don’t know. we might have to go back up north to handle some left over business.” ever since him and stack had started running their schemes, they often split their time between here and up north as they acquired more business opportunities. sometimes the stretch of their journey took days, other times weeks and on occasions months. this last excursion was thankfully only a few days, but both of them had felt the longing of each other’s presence while smoke was gone.

“just make sure you’re safe and keep that mojo bag around your neck!”

he smiles as he nods his head. “yes ma’am.”

“i’m serious, elijah.” she remarks pointedly, though not moving away when he begins to kiss softly at her neck. “the shit you and stack been gettin’ into recently…it’s dangerous!”

“mhm…” he murmurs, now sucking at the spot of skin behind her ear as he brushes his thumb over her peaked nipple. he rolls his hips against hers, allowing her to feel the tautness of his dick that had seemingly erected again. “you feel what you do to me? just the thought of bein’ inside you again gets me fuckin’ hard.”

“you ain’t listenin’ to me.”

“i’m listenin’ baby, i promise.” he slides his mouth over hers in a deep kiss before he’s rolling onto his back. he bites his lip as he looked at her debauched appearance. she looked like she got fucked and smoke was getting more hard as he stared at creamy fluid of his cum slipping between her thighs and folds. he gestures a hand towards her. “c’mere.”

“elijah…”

“you ride and i’ll listen.”

she wants to scold him for not taking her warnings seriously, but he’s giving her that signature boyish smile of his and it has her shaking her head and rolling her eyes fondly as she sits upright and crawls over to him. she straddles his waist, bracketing her legs on the sides of him. her wetness drags up smoke’s thighs as she adjusts her perch.

annie arches her hips and back as she rolls her hips forward, catching smoke’s tip at her entrance. she’s then reaching in between their bodies and levitating herself off of his lap just enough so that she’s grabbing ahold of him. both of their eyes lower, watching in heed as she lined him at her entrance. she arches her hips again before lowering herself down onto him — refilling herself of his dick.

“what does he look like?” she asked, feigning innocence behind her curiosity that her best friend, naomi easily sees through and narrows a pointed glare at her. “what? i just want to know in case i see him around somewhere!” she murmurs with a halfhearted shrug. it didn’t seem like an actual possibility with how she hadn’t so far, but she didn’t want naomi to know that she was willingly seeking him out.

naomi sighs, pursing her lips as she tapped her manicured fingers against her thigh. after a moment’s contemplation, she reveals: “i’ve only seen him around a few times. he doesn’t look like any of those sick looking vampire that you see on tv. he’s actually…fine.” at this, cleo’s eyebrows raise in amusement at her friend’s description. “he has this look about him that makes you weak in the knees whenever he smiles at you. it’s effortlessly sexy and his eyes — just don’t look in them too long cause you’re gonna find yourself wanting him to turn you into a vampire too just so you can spend the rest of eternity with him. i’m only telling you this because you asked, but don’t go around asking anyone else about him. you don’t want your daddy finding out about it.”

cleo nodded in agreement, but still found her mind wandering about him. she knows that naomi’s right, her overly religious father would have an aneurysm if he’d found out that she was asking questions about the town’s social pariah. but that didn’t stop her from visualizing him through naomi’s description.

she’s only ever heard of naomi speaking negatively about elias so for her to refer to him as fine despite her disliking of him had intrigued cleo. “yeah, you’re right. i was just curious but now i know.”

naomi’s pointed glare deepens, like she doesn’t fully believe cleo. “girl…stay away from him for your own good. trust me. i know another girl who was curious about him just like you are and she got turned.” cleo wonders if she’s just saying that to scare her away, but surprisingly it doesn’t.

“i hear you,” naomi hums in acknowledgment but thankfully doesn’t reprimand her any further about her curiosity.

…

sometimes cleo makes smart decisions.

when it came to school and her grades, everything was always calculated in her mind for her to choose the best possible outcome. she was annoying obsessive like that — always planning ahead, analyzing and assessing even the most mundane things that infiltrated her life. but other times, on seldom occasions, she makes not-so-smart decisions; one’s that has her acting impulsively and deviating from her normally pristine behavior.

she was supposed to be going back to her dorm room to get ready for a party that she was planning on going to with naomi. it was twelve o’clock and she had just finished an exasperating nine hour bartending shift with annoying alcoholics flirting with her and their heady, glossed over eyes staring at her ass in the tight fitted jeans that she was wearing.

her dad was less than pleased about her place of employment, but he knew that she needed extra money to pay for her clothes, shoes, hair and other miscellaneous items so he refrained from making any comments anytime she she complained about a customer or the minimal pay that she was getting.

cleo was closing the bar; wiping down the sticky counters, recounting the money in the register and overturning the chairs when she looks up and sees him. he’s standing across the street but even with the distance set between them she can feel the smolder of his gaze as he looked at her. cleo stands there for a brief moment just staring back at him until she mustered enough courage to make her way to the front door.

the overhead bell rings in a soft bellow as she pushes the door open. the humidity of the mississippi air sticks against her skin as soon as she steps outside. but even with its scorching temperatures, elias’ stare pierces deeper and has her skin burning. when she steps outside, she sees him making his way towards her — his gait was stealth and calculated.

she feels goosebumps prickle along her skin, air catches in her lungs and warmth curls around her neck as he sauntered closer. the first thing that she noticed was that although naomi had been right in her description of him, she had greatly undermined it. he wasn’t just fine; he was handsome and she could already feel her knees buckling weakly beneath her just at the sight of him. the second thing she notices is his eyes and the phosphorescent glow of red in his pupils. when he finally reaches her, he stands athwart from her and slowly drags his eyes over her body. his eyes find hers again and for a moment she wonders if she could hear the hastened beating of her heart.

“it’s kinda late for you to be out here ain’t it?” he posits and the deepened drawl of his southern accent somehow makes him more attractive.

cleo swallows a shaky breath, nodding. “i’m closing up the bar. we just closed about ten minutes ago,”

he raises his brows, trailing his eyes somewhere offside. “and they just left you to do it by yourself? don’t they know it’s dangerous people out here? vampires walkin’ about like they’re humans.” he says with sarcasm lilting in his voice and clicks his tongue against his teeth with a reprimanding tsk that follows.

cleo juts her chin outwardly. “i’m more than capable of handling myself.” she rebuttals, her hand perched on her hip as she looked at him.

his eyes find hers again and he smirks impishly, nodding his head. “i’m sure.” he says; and it’s something hidden in the way that he says it that has her cheeks warming again. a moment passes between them as he stares at her with an intrigued expression worn on his face. “you ain’t scared of me,” it’s more of a statement than a question, though she knows it’s intended to be the latter.

he sounds and looks surprised by this, that he’d finally encountered someone that didn’t run away when they saw him. “am i supposed to be?” she was more attracted to him than anything, unable to stop looking at his lips and his bared fangs that peeked out from his mouth.

he shrugs, “everyone else is.”

“well i’m not everyone else,” at that he doesn’t respond, only smirks at her again making the butterflies she feels in her stomach somersault deeper. cleo bites her lip as she looks over her shoulder towards the bar. ‘don’t ever invite him in anywhere, that’s how he gets you.’ she ignores her father’s words, pushing them to the back of her mind. “you wanna come in?”

he raises another brow, “you want me to come inside?” this time it’s her that shrugs and he only gives her a brief dubious look of contemplation before he’s following her inside of the bar at her open invitation. she could feel his eyes honed in on her ass and unlike with the drunken middle aged men from before, she isn’t repulsed at the realization.

“you know, at first i thought people were lying about who you are. it seemed like everyone knew what you looked like except for me.” she says, folding her arms against her chest and watching his eyes lower to her perked breast. she bites on her lip, intrigued.

“you were lookin’ for me?”

she nods briefly, “i wanted to know what you looked like.”

he walks towards her until he’s standing directly in front of her; way closer than he was when they were standing outside and it catches her slightly off guard. “well now that you have…whatchu think?” the remark is undeniably coquettish — the soft murmur of it accompanied by the lascivious look that he’s giving her has her pinned beneath his gaze.

“i think you’re not as scary as people make you out to be,” she responds; avoiding the answer that she knows he was truly searching for. but he settles for this one too, indulging in her retreat.

“you think you can make that assumption from a five minute conversation? what if i am like everyone says?” the air between them shifts into this palpable tension; hot and undeniable. he takes a few more steps forward until he’s hovering his heightened figure over her. she cranes her neck to look up at him, “i could bite you right now and you wouldn’t be able to do anythin’ about it”

“if you wanted to you would’ve done it outside,” she rebuttals, seeing the twitch of his curled upper lip.

“maybe i like playin’ with my food before i eat it.” and the innuendo behind his words has her breath hitching.

her skin pricks with goosebumps again at his teasing words. elias takes immediate notice of it; his nostrils flare as he inhales sharply with his heightened senses. and it takes a moment for her to realize that he must smell something radiating off of her body — arousal? excitement? — because he’s chuckling and licking his lips as he reached his hand out and brushed it over her hip. she shivers, not out of fear but of arousal. “and you sure as hell look and smell good enough to eat.”

cleo’s mouth gapes the only audible sound that comes out is a soft gasp. it’s the sound of her phone ringing that suddenly clefts through the tension hanging in the air. she jumps, startled, looking at elias whose eyes narrow at her phone like he’s inwardly cursing it for its intrusion. she reluctantly moves out of his grasp and walks over to pick up her phone that was sat at the edge of the counter.

picking up the phone she sees that it’s a text from naomi asking where she’s at. she’d gotten so distracted with elias that she forgot that she was supposed to meet naomi at their dorm room half an hour ago. she types a quick message in response, telling her that closing up took longer than expected and that she should go ahead to the party without her and that she would just meet her there instead.

she looks up from her phone at the same time elias is already walking out of the door, the sound of the bell ringing announces his departure as cleo stands there with her mind replaying their interaction.

…

a week passes before she sees him again. he’s standing outside of the door; staring, watching, waiting. she walks towards the entrance and holds the door open, beckoning him forward. “come in,” he walks inside as she closes the door behind him.

“you weren’t here the other night.” he says, catching her slightly by surprise. had he been looking for her this time instead of the other way around?

“oh, yeah. i was off. i don’t work on tuesdays and thursdays,” she explains watching as he nodded before looking away with a sheepish expression. after their last encounter, she spent the entire week thinking about him — how he looked at her, how his hand felt against her bare skin. cleo didn’t understand how she developed such a quick attraction for him, especially when she didn’t even give human boys any time of the day, but something about him was different.

naomi was right, all it took was one look from him and cleo found herself a fallen victim to his charm. “why aren’t you scared of me?”

she’s taken aback again, even more so than the first time. “why do you want me to be?” she challenges, noticing the pull of his jaw as he clenches it shut.

“your daddy’s a preacher ain’t he?” she furrows her brow, curious to know how he’d figured that out without her telling him. “how you think he’d react if he knew you were stayin’ behind after work to talk to me?”

ah, so that’s what this is about.

“well aside from me being grown and fully capable of making my own decisions, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” and she would definitely keep this secret from him for his sake and hers. “elias—”

“stack.” he interrupts to correct her.

“elias,” she says, unmoored by his correction. he gives her a look but listens as she continued. “i’m not talking to you because i’m trying to prove something to my dad or anyone else here.”

“then why are you?”

“because i want to.” she exasperates, frowning slightly. “why is that so hard for you to believe?”

“because you don’t know what you’re gettin’ yourself into,” elias retorts through a forewarning tone that sounded all too familiar of her family and friends who initially warned her away from him. he was right, aside from the fictionalized information that she got through old cw shows she used to frequently watch, she didn’t understand the depth and complications that came along with being a vampire. but her interest in elias made her want to know more — she wanted the truth and all its ugliness.

“then show me.”

…

elias stack moore had a tarnished reputation way before he got bit and transformed into a vampire. albeit he was the more level headed of the two, the smoke-stack twins were well known for their violent behavior and short fused tempers. their involvement with the notorious al capone and then stack becoming involved in a near ritualistic slaughter hadn’t done anything to ease anyone’s perception of him. his reputation expanded over the near century with people reciting tales of his life; often times dramatizing it completely.

but regardless of the half-truths or stack’s solemn search for penance — he still remained feared to the point where people would refrain from staying outside at night too long just to avoid him. he kept mostly to himself, only indulging in his sexual needs with a few other vampires that lived amongst the town. if he did leave his house, he made sure it was brief just to avoid any inadvertent run in’s.

he knew he was feared and had stories told about him that would give kids nightmares. but she was surprisingly the only one that didn’t tremble in fear when she saw him or tightly clutch her cross necklace and recite scripture from the bible in hopes it would protect them and keep him away like everyone else did. instead of running she gravitated towards him; accepting and intrigued by him in a way he hadn’t felt before.

he was wary at first of getting close to her.

she had a reputation as the preacher’s sweet and innocent daughter. he could only imagine the outcry that would erupt if anyone were to find out that she had been talking to him. but cleo insisted that she didn’t care and expressed interest in wanting to see/know him — all of him. so he invited her to his house.

she came over at work — still dressed in those tight jeans and that cropped shirt that accentuated her lithe physique — all wide eyed and innocent and fucking gorgeous.

as soon as she stepped over the threshold and inside, he felt something shift in the air as he realized that she was the first girl he’d ever invited into his house. he watches her as she looks around spectatingly, crouching over a bit with her hands on her knees to look at the display of photos that he had. “your brother?” she asks rhetorically as she looked at the candid black-and-white photograph that he had of him and smoke taken years back during the time of their youth.

stack nods tersely, pursing his lips in a moue.

and he’s grateful that she notices his reluctance and doesn’t prod any further because even though it’s been over a century since his brother’s death, it was still hurt carrying him around in his memories.

it’s stack who segues the conversation, now turning the spotlight on her. “you said you wanted me to show you, so what do you wanna know?”

cleo bites her lip in thought. stack’s mind is briefly distracted with how sexy she looks that he doesn’t initially hear her question until she asks it again.

“it took me a while to learn how to do it. i taught myself most of what i know, the guy who turned my ex that turned me didn’t teach me much. but it’s the first thing i taught myself.”

she nods, biting on her lip again as she lowered her eyes in a shy chagrin. “so that night at the bar…when you sniffed me what did you smell?”

“you really wanna know?” she looks up, almost contemplative, but nods. “lust. your hormones were all over the place.” her expression’s caught somewhere between mortification and a grimace. “my hearin’ is heightened too…i can hear your heart beatin’ fast as hell. you nervous?”

at her nod, he posits. “cause of me? why do i make you nervous?” he takes a preemptive step towards her, closing the distance between them. he hears her pulse quicken. smells the saltiness of sweat underneath the floral saccharine of her perfume.

she doesn’t respond, only looks at him underneath her lashes. “what else do want me to show you, cleo?” her breath hitches, eyes flit from his lips back up to his eyes in a quick maneuver. her heart beats louder and the smell of her arousal is so thick that he can almost taste it on his tongue. he inhales her scent; feeling his own arousal mix with hers.

he sees her throat stretch as she swallows.

…

it’s almost feral how he bares an arm around her waist and tugged her body closer to his. she gasps a bit at his onslaught — startled by the abruptness of his movements, but she’s immediately relaxing into his embrace the moment he brushes his mouth against hers. he kisses her with a ravenous vigor, sliding his tongue over the cupping of her lower lip as a terse plea for entry. she whimpers before she succumbs to his prowess, slacking her jaw wider as he intertwined their tongues.

his kisses are bruising and greedy to the point where he steals all the air that was in her lungs. it’s a slip of tongues and a crash of teeth messily colliding, through guttural groans and breathy whimpers. stack’s arms tighten their hold around her before lowering to her ass. he squeezes her through her jeans before giving it a firm smack; smirking at the way it ricocheted. he gives it another hard squeeze as his mouth nipped at the exposed flesh of her neck. “tell me what you want,” he rasps; gruff and throaty, his breath hot against her skin.

his lips pucker as he nipped at her skin; sucking deep, purple love-bites all over. (and it feels so good that she doesn’t even care that she’ll have to cover up the evidence of his markings with makeup to hide from her father and naomi.) she grips the back of his head, holding him against her as she fluttered her lashes and indulged in the pleasure.

“this,” she whispered, voice shaky, body trembling with an intense want. he groans against her neck; alternating between nipping and sucking. and he gets too into it because she hears a low sound that mimics a growl and feels the sharpness of his fangs grazing her clavicle. she gasps, taken back and he’s immediately recoiling — looking up at her with his swollen lips and lidded eyes.

“fuck. i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean—sometimes when i get too excited it happens. but i wasn’t trying to…” he’s panicking, careening apologies to her. but she’s sliding her mouth over his and kissing him deeply with fervor.

“it’s okay,” she whispers, still pecking at his lips.

stack furrows his brow, “yeah?”

“just don’t bite too hard.”

he nods, lightly grazing his teeth into the softness of her flesh. he nibbles at her neck with the tip of his bared fangs biting deliciously into her skin. the pain is sharp but still pleasurable enough to have her eyes rolling to the back of her head. his hands make their way to the front of her body, sliding over her abdomen and hovering at the waistband of her jeans. she breathes softly through her parted lips, emanating a whimper when he bites into her lower lip. “you smell so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs, reaching his hands between the crux of her thighs and sliding his thumb over her slit — passing the pleasure over the seam of her jeans.

her underwear suddenly becomes sticky with her arousal and knowing that he could smell it on her was sending her over the edge. she feels this incessant pleasure building; coiling in her stomach and spreading through the heat of the place where she desired him the most. “can i taste you?” at her consenting nod, he maneuvers them towards the couch and eases her down onto the cushion.

he pries their wet lips apart with a ‘smack’, a string of saliva draws at their disconnection. she holds the smother head of his gaze, watching as he lowers to his knees. “lift your hips up for me,” he murmurs, already working at the buttons and zippers of her pants that loosen around her hips.

she concedes, arching her hips off of the couch just enough so that stack’s hands are able to tug the tight fitted fabric over her hips and down her thighs. “look at you,” he says; marveling at the sight of her arousal. the dark spot is visible against her pink underwear — soddening through the fabric. “already so wet and ready for me.” he kisses the inside of her thighs, nudging the bridge of his nose against her cunt.

she shivers through a moan, it’s just the barest of contact but she’s hypersensitive to his touch. his deft fingers pull at her ruined underwear, sliding them down her legs and absentmindedly throwing them aside so that she’s sat completely bare in front of him.

her cheeks warm at her vulnerability.

stack’s hand brushes against her calf as he gripped her leg and hefted it easily over his left shoulder. his eyes hone in on her cunt as she spreads open; staring in awe at the slick that’s gathered between her folds. he grabs at her other leg, barring it around his right shoulder until he’s got a perfect position of her cunt displayed in front of him.

cleo arches her hips slightly, holding herself upright as she rests the palms of her hand against the cushions. her heartbeat quickens at the desire that grows, palpable and thick in its emerging, sending another jolting throb directly into her cunt. she could feel the wisps of his breath as he leaned in. he brushes a teasing kiss against her thigh, humming softly at the way she shivers in response.

he nudged himself closer towards her cunt; pressing soft kisses against her skin in passing before he finally reaches the place where he could smell the the evidence of her want. he presses a kiss against it and she shudders, feeling the tension roll down her spine and curl into her toes. she doesn’t even have a moment to gather her bearings, because then he’s flattening his tongue and licking her up from the back of her perineum to her clitoris. “oh—fuck. s-stack,” she bellows a soft cry of pleasure, her hands grip into the couch to seek purchase.

and when he reaches the over sensitive bud, he puckers his swollen lips and sucks her into his mouth; skillfully using his tongue to massage her clit. she feels the texture of his tongue stimulating her clit, sending an overwhelming wave of pleasure burning through the crevices of her body. her breath catches in her throat and she’s shivering so hard that stack has to pull his mouth away to remind her to breathe.

she nods numbly, blinking through the fogginess of her vision. she parts her lips and exhaled shakily; attempting to lull her breathing. “grind your hips against my face,” she whimpers, reaching a hand up to hold the back of his neck to anchor herself as she slowly rolled her hips against his face.

“ohmygo—” the added pressure of his nose and tongue assaulting her clit has her dizzy. his hands grip her hips, fingers dig into the meat of her thighs holding her against him.

he makes his way up her vulva; pausing right before he reached her clit and increased the pressure so that the base of his tongue was forced slightly under her clit. he slows his movements, unrelentingly in his ravenous feat as he holds the pressure there. she grinds against him again, shaky, still trembling through her movements as she buried his face deeper into her cunt.

she could hear the lewd stickiness of her slick as he licked up her pussy; could see it glistening over his face — a messy mixture of her arousal and his saliva dripping down his chin. she’s already shaking towards her release but then he grazes his fangs softly against her clit and she’s suddenly bellowing out cries of pleasure as she cums.

she pulsates around his tongue, the tension tugs in her lower belly. he slides his thumb through her slickness, watching as she haphazardly falls backwards against the couch cowering away from the overstimulation. stack pulls away, lapping his tongue around his mouth as he licked up the remnants of her slick. “you okay?” he asked through a rasped breath, watching as she laid there in a dazed stupor.

she nods, just barely, feeling the heaviness of her breathing begin to lull. cleo never thought that someone as smart as her would be drawn into the temptation from a vampire, but here she was — with her cunt still throbbing around nothing, legs and body completely spent, eyes looking at his face that’s covered in her juices, and it entices her.

and it’s then that she realizes that she was totally and completely fucked. he’d warned her that she didn’t know what she would be getting herself into if she became involved with him but with the way he ate her pussy out so good and had her wanting more, cleo realized that she was willing to test the boundaries of her restraint.

…

cleo didn’t like lying, she’s always prided herself about being a truthful person regardless of the repercussions that could follow. she didn’t like people lying to her so in return, she treated everyone with the same decency of respect and remained truthful about everything. it’s not until she starts dating stack that lying easily becomes integrated into her life.

she goes to church with her father every sunday, sits in the front pew and listens as he recites sermons and scriptures about demons and evils that plagued the world. it guilted her knowing that he was wistfully unaware of the fact that she was bedding with someone he referred to as one of the demons that walked amongst them, but the way he made her feel was better than anything she’s ever experienced before.

so she keeps the secret buried deeply, and listens halfheartedly at his preachings as she finds her mind wandering on stack again. it’s easier to hide behind her fib with her father, but naomi’s naturally pestering curiosity always gets the better of her and a simple response of “i already have something planned.” does not offer enough of a rational explanation for her.

“you’ve been acting weird these past few weeks…” she acknowledges with a skeptical brow and pursed lips. she narrows her gaze in on cleo who desperately hopes that she doesn’t look too hard enough to see the hickies stack sucked on her shoulder and breast the other night. “you’re here during the day, but always sneak out to go somewhere at night like you’re meeting someone,” she accents, her perception’s dangerously close to discovering cleo’s secret.

“i’m not.” the lie falls disbelieving to both of their ears. naomi gives her a narrowed look, tilting her head. she bites on her lip in contemplation, sighing softly as she concedes. “okay! but you can’t say anything to anyone especially not my dad.”

naomi gives her a bemused look but nods.

“i might be seeing someone,” cleo murmurs, averting her eyes to naomi to see her eyebrows raise. “i am seeing someone. but don’t ask who! because i’m not going to tell you who it is. i’m only telling you this because i know you wouldn’t stop hounding me if i didn’t.”

naomi stands there quiet, considering her words. “is he married?”

“what!?” cleo beseeches, frowning at her friend’s absurd accusation. “girl, no! i am not a fucking homewrecker!”

“hey, it’s a fair assumption!” naomi rebuttals, raising her hands in the air at her defense. “you’re being sneaky and sleeping over at his place at night… it made me think that you only go over there because that’s the only time that you’re allowed to.”

“no. i’m not fucking a married man.” cleo states. she continued to stuff her clothes in her overnight bag, avid to get to stack’s place. she could feel naomi’s he eyes still piercing through her, curiosity sits on her tongue wanting to inquire further about the guy’s identity. but she thankfully relents, only giving cleo a hum of acknowledgment when she grabs her bag and clamors a parting bye as she walks out.

when she arrives at his house, she’s greeted with a smile and kiss, his arm wraps around her waist as she melts softly into the embrace. he maneuvers her bag from her hands, allowing to to fall absentmindedly to the floor with a loud thud. his hands are groping her everywhere; sliding over her ass, squeezing her titties, palming her cunt through the flimsy pair of leggings that she wore. it’s almost feral how both of their bodies aligned with the same wanton desire.

he found ways to satiate himself through his sexual frustrations. like now he was sprawled out across the mattress, laid wide awake with his mind wandering on annie. he slipped his hands underneath the waistband of his pants and reached for his cock that was already messily leaking against the fabric of his underwear.

his body shivered as he wrapped his fingers around the engorged flesh, palming himself until he’s got a firm grip. he brushed his thumb over the tip; smearing the precum and using it as a lubricant to slick himself up. his chest heaved in spasms, breaths came out rugged and labored through his flared nostrils, eyes squeezed shut as he tugged his hand in an undulating motion.

he allowed his mind to wander on annie; imagining that it was her dexterous hands that were jerking him off instead of his own, imagining how vocal and filthy she would be as she engaged in teasing him towards completion. smoke’s hips rolled in tandem against his hands as he tugged with vigor, picturing annie’s succulent lips stretched around his the shape of cock sucking him off until he’s completely boneless and milked dry.

his jaw clenched in accordance to his jerking movements. he spreads his legs further open, allotting himself more space as he twisted and tugged at his taut flesh. parts of him wants to delay his orgasm so that he could keep indulging in his thoughts of annie but his body is desperate for a release with him already feeling it creeping up on him in the way his abdomen clenched and toes curled in the fabric of his socks.

“annie,” smoke grunts, biting so harshly on his lower lip that he tasted the salty bitterness of blood stinting from the bruise.

he stifles his moan behind pursed lips, wary of inadvertently waking his brother who was only feet away in the room beside him. smoke’s body goes lax as he releases; his pulse slows and his breathing steadies as he laid there in the filth of his fluids with his mind still thinking about annie.

…

“you nervous?” stack questions, though there’s a teasing tone behind it that has smoke narrowing his gaze in on him.

they were traveling back to the south as their time with capone had come to an abrupt end. all throughout the journey of their migration, smoke’s mind anxiously wandered on annie and their reconciliation. his thoughts soon became torturous as he contemplated on the possibility of her moving on with someone else or her still being upset about him leaving all those years to want to see him again.

usually smoke was good at masquerading his emotions but he always seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve whenever it came to annie. and of course stack was always the one to notice the subtitles in his brother’s emotions and demeanor; at how his fingers tapped nervously against his pants as he stared at the bypassing scenery of field workers with his face furrowed in a contemplative frown.

nervous was too meek in its description to describe how he was feeling. smoke was fucking terrified at the thought of her rejecting him or telling him that she had fallen out of love with him during the seven year stint of their separation.

stack pursed his lips and inhaled a sharp drag from the cigarette that he was smoking. he blew the smoke into the air before turning his attention back on his brother. he chuckles, shaking his head as he heeded smoke’s nervous demeanor. “all these years and annie’s still got you wrapped around her finger?”

smoke doesn’t even offer a rebuttal, because despite his brother’s teasing the statement is true. never once had he felt this kind of love for someone — what he had with annie was unprecedented but sacred; a bond that he cherished as the second most important relationship in his life. she didn’t just have him wrapped around her finger, she had him completely infatuated and enamored by her.

“i don’t know what you actin’ all nervous for. you know as soon as you two see each other again it’ll go back to how it used to be.”

smoke sighs, shrugging his shoulders. “it’s been seven years, stack.” he wants to hold onto his brother’s reassurance but he couldn’t shake that nagging feeling of despair that tugged in his chest.

“what, you think she with someone else now?”

smoke’s jaw tensed at the thought of someone touching her body, kissing her lips and making love to her in all the ways he’s been deprived of. “i don’t know…”

stack shakes his head before he’s absentmindedly flicking the remainder of his cigarette onto the ground. “nah. annie was just as much in love with you as you were with her. the shit y’all had ran deep. doesn’t matter how much time passes, you don’t move on from that kind of love.” the tension in smoke’s jaw loosens as he considers stack’s words.

he was right.

their connection was too strong, their history was too deep for it to be discarded so easily like that. annie was always his and he remained devoted to her without any hesitation or regret. and maybe it was selfish for him to expect her to do the same after he abandoned her but he clung onto that belief as he felt his heart rate quicken at the thought of seeing her again.

…

they stop for a drink.

smoke tries to hide his impatience as stack stands at the counter sipping idly on his bottle of beer and trailing his heady gaze behind every woman’s ass that passed by. “how long are we gonna be here?” he questions offhandedly, looking over his shoulder at stack whose attention was distracted by a tall brown skinned woman that had just walked in.

he was eager to see annie again but stack’s interval pitstops were causing a delay in him reaching his destination. stack’s attention thwarts at his brother’s abrasive tone. “damn nigga we just got here! you tryin’ to leave already?”

smoke sighs softly as he extends his hand outwardly. “give me the keys. i’ll come back and get you after i’m done,” he didn’t have time to stand around watching his brother flirt with every woman that walked by. his anxiousness to see annie was accruing by the minute.

“alright, alright.” stack acquiesced as he sat his half empty bottle of beer down onto the counter and reached in pockets to retrieve the car keys. but then he’s pausing, raising his eyebrows in a piqued curiosity as his eyes look over at something across the room. “huh. well if you’re goin’ to see annie you don’t need to look too far…” at this, smoke furrows his brows but then he’s turning around and following stack’s gaze as he juts his chin out to something behind him.

it doesn’t take long for him to find her. even in a crowded room full of people his gaze somehow narrows in on her without hesitation. his breath catches in his throat as he drinks her in — seven years passed but nothing had changed about her. she was still as beautiful as the last time that he saw her and smoke could already feel himself become overwhelmed just by looking at her.

she had a way of doing that; making him flush nervously at the intimidation of her beauty. usually, he held a confident and domineering demeanor that attested to his and stack’s known reputations. but annie was the only one to break through that barrier, the only one that got to witness the softer side of smoke that he reserved solely for her. she managed to prevail where other women had tried (and failed) to develop a connection with him — a connection that ran so deep that it still had him pining after her even after seven years.

smoke’s eyes stared at her, watching as she stood by one of the tables. she was oblivious to his heady gaze and was preoccupied talking to a friend he assumed she had came here with. smoke’s eyes lowered as he appreciatively took in the sight of her; at the fullness of her figure and the slope of curves that accentuated her physique. the dress she wore was cut to where the top of her full breasts were perched highly on top of her chest.

smoke doesn’t even realize how long he’s been staring at her until he feels stack’s hand clasp around his shoulder. “you gone keep starin’ or are you gone go over there and talk to your girl?”

he doesn’t even know if annie was still his girl, but with stack’s encouragement and her friend briefly walking off to talk to someone, smoke uses that as an incentive to finally approach her. and just as he’s about to walk over to where she’s stood, he’s being intercepted by a guy that suddenly steps towards her. smoke pauses, pursing his lips in a scowl as watched annie’s gaze suddenly meet her suitor’s.

a sudden look of surprise stretches across her features, but then it’s being substituted by a small smile that has smoke’s jaw tensing. his eyes remain on them, narrowing further as he watched them seemingly settle into comfortability. it’s the sound of annie’s laughter ricocheting through the room and filling his ears that has smoke brushing off his brother’s clasped hand and beelining his way to annie.

“smoke!” he ignores his brother’s protests as he pushes his way through the crowd of people. annie’s sentence trails off airily when she looks up and sees smoke’s harried approach. she blinks in surprise, turning away from the guy as she breathed him in.

“smoke?”

his heart flutters in that familiar way that it always does whenever he’s around her; at the way his name falls softly off of her lips in a near whisper. and for a moment they’re just standing there staring at each other completely oblivious to the world around them until the guy harrumphs softly and interrupts their moment of intimacy.

smoke cuts his eyes at the guy, glowering as he sized him up. his fingers clench into a fist though he feels the temptation to reach inside of his holster for his gun and shoot him for being in such close proximity to annie.

the guy flits his gaze between them. “uh, you two know each other or something’?” smoke resists the urge of laughing sardonically at the guy’s naive curiosity. but his anger prevailed above all else and he’s stepping in front of annie instead, hindering the guy’s lingering view of her. smoke doesn’t bother hiding the deepening scowl that’s worn on his face or the snarled curl of his upper lip.

“i think you best go find someone else to talk to. cause this one’s taken,” the guy’s eyes widened at smoke’s forewarning. his gaze wander over smoke as looks over at annie with a slight apprehension. “you can’t hear? you best walk away ‘fore you don’t have the chance to walk again!” his hand digs inside of his jacket pocket, reaching for his revolver. at the sight of the gun the guy realizes the depth of smoke’s threat and is hurriedly scurrying away.

smoke lowers his hand, rolling the taut tension out of his jaw before turning around to look at annie again. “did you have to do that? we were just talkin’, smoke.”

he scoffs humorlessly, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “you were talkin’, but he was thinkin’ about all the ways he could bend you over one of these counters and fuck you.” he rebuttals, feeling his anger return at the thought.

he couldn’t help but feel a bit territorial when it came to annie; just like with the guy from before it wasn’t uncommon for men to vie for her attention. and every time he caught someone’s eyes lingering on her for too long, or their smile got a bit too big for his liking, smoke was always there to intercept — immediately terminating the conversation (and their intentions of bedding her.)

this time it’s annie who scoffs as she shakes her head, absentmindedly setting her beer aside. “you’re gone for seven years and now you wanna show up threatenin’ to shoot someone for talkin’ to me?” she walks off, pushing her way through the crowd of people. and like always smoke follows behind her.

she’s about to walk out of the door, but his fingers are haste to grab her by the wrist and pull her into an empty storage room. she tugs her arm free from his grasp so that she’s able to fold her arms against her chest. her eyes shift off to the side, “what you come back for?” he demeanor is closed off but the softness in her voice as she speaks betrays her completely.

“we left capone and came down here to open our own jukejoint. we’re meetin’ the owner later to go see the place,” he says, his eyes hold the weight of her stare as he takes a few preemptive steps towards her. “but i came back for you.” at his confession, annie’s eyes find his again.

she considers his words, nodding her head as she posits, “so after seven years you finally decide to come back for me?” smoke recoils at her rebuttal, sheepishly rubbing his hand against the back of his neck.

“annie,” he murmurs, his voice caught between dejection and begging. “baby, you gotta know it killed me being away from you so long. there ain’t a day that went by that i didn’t think about you. i was damn near miserable without you the only thing that kept me sane was knowin’ that one day i would come back to you again.”

he could see the stoicism behind her resolve slowly falling, but she still holds her guard from where she stood. “a lot can change in seven years, elijah. a lot has changed.”

he nods somberly in agreement. “i know…but what i feel for you ain’t ever changed and i’m hopin’ that it hasn’t changed for you either. cause i love you, annie. my heart ain’t never belonged to anyone but you.” he stands there, holding a bated breath as he looked at her.

“no one else?” she asked with a raised brow. he could hear the implication behind her question and the curiosity that lingers behind it.

“just you. only you.” he promises, immediately denying any suggestiveness that wandered around her mind.

she lowers her arms and her defenses as she confesses, “my feelin’s ain’t changed either.” smoke releases a sigh of relief and is hurriedly decimating the space between them as he approaches her. his hands reach up and cradle her face within his grasp as he leaned his forehead against hers.

his heart lurches against his chest at the closeness of proximity, of him finally being able to touch and hold her again. his eyes hold her stare before slowly lowering to her parted lips. he nudged closer, lingering there almost tentatively. his tongue laps over his lower lip before he whispers, “can i?”

“you ain’t ever have to ask before,” she murmurs, equally as soft and coquettish. his pulse hastens at her permission and he’s immediately leaning forward to capture her lips over his.

smoke brushes their mouths softly, just the barest mesh of lips on lips. it’s timid. kind of chaste and shy and uncertain. but then he’s leaning in again, pressing his lips a bit more firmly against annie’s as he melts into the embrace. he groans throatily against her lips, his hands abandon their perch on her face to slide down to the curve of her hips, tugging her body closer until there’s not a barrier of space left between them.

smoke’s lips chase after hers. their lips are ravenously devouring each others and their kisses are full of their tongues intertwining and saliva being messily transferred from each other’s mouths. and smoke becomes so dizzy into it that his senses become slightly disoriented.

“annie.” he groans breathlessly, momentarily pulling away from the kiss to lull his breathing. smoke opens his eyes as looked down at annie who looked equally as dazed as he felt.

they stare at each other as they stood there with their heaving chests and swollen lips.

their mouths sought after each others again, slowly, feverishly, with smoke’s lips immediately chasing after annie’s like he’s savoring their kisses for memory. she moans at the feeling of his fingers burning against her skin as he holds her and revels at how his thumbs began kneading softly at her flesh.

“thought about your sexy ass for seven years,” he murmurs, voice rasped as he breathed through his parted lips. he hovers his mouth over hers, desperate to keep the contact. “about kissin’ and touchin’ you again. i spent so many nights jerkin’ myself off thinkin’ about you.” his hand slides against the ruffles of her skirt. she feels a shiver roll down her spine at the tease of his fingers against her skin.

he slides his lips over hers in a soft kiss before lowering his mouth to her neck. he nips at her skin; sucking open mouthed kisses against it until it darkens in a bruise.

“couldn’t find someone to entertain you?” she teases, fingers brushing against his neck as she anchored herself.

he shakes his head as he lowers his mouth to the top of her breast. “didn’t want anyone else. just you. always just you.” he looks up at her, watching as she bites on her lower lip. his fingers skim against her blouse before he’s gently tugging it down.

annie’s wide eyes wander towards the door. “there’s people outside,” she whispers in a half reprimand, though she makes no attempts to stop him from undressing her.

smoke pulls at her blouse and avidly slips the straps of her bra down her shoulders until she’s standing topless. “i don’t give a damn,” he murmurs, palming her left breast with his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

annie’s head lolls back in pleasure, eyes flutter softly at the tease of his thumb caressing her nipples. “i know but if someone walks in—” a broken gasp cuts her off mid-sentence; her attention’s distracted and everything else easily becomes disregarded from her mind except for the way smoke’s lips pucker around her right nipple. he tugs at the sensitive flesh with his teeth, then soothes his tongue over it with a gentle lap.

“oh, fuck.” she moans at his dexterity and how his mouth and hands work in tandem on her breasts. his cock swells in its girth at the sound of her crooning noises; already straining and painfully curling against his thigh.

he rolls her other nipple against his fingers, loosening his lips from around her breast with a wet and resounding ‘pop’. he kisses her filthily, sliding his tongue within hers and swallowing the sounds of her moans.

“need you, baby.” smoke says against her kiss-swollen lips as he rolled his hips into hers, allowing her to feel the evidence of his growing arousal. his body was shaking at the thought of being inside of her again.

and all is takes is annie’s gentle nod and soft murmur of ‘okay’ that has him hurriedly tugging at her clothing. their mouths meet in another bruising kiss as smoke maneuvered them towards the stack of boxes that were perched in the corner of the room. his hands were already stripping her down of her clothes, reaching underneath her skirt to pull at her bloomers.

“smoke,” annie whimpers as he momentarily retracts from the kiss and lowered to his knees just enough to tug her bloomers all the way down her legs. he stands fully upright again, crowding and gently pushing her back until she’s leaned against the stack of boxes.

a prolonged moan falls from her lips when his forefinger and middle finger curl and spread her lips open invitingly; easily slipping through her slickness.

“fuck, baby.” wetness immediately drenches his fingers. the sweet smell of her arousal seeps in his nostrils.

smoke’s thick and dexterous fingers moved gingerly inside of her, puckering in and out as he twisted his wrist and curled his fingers deeper inside of her. she’s already close. he can tell by the way her cunt clenched tightly around his fingers and how she’s gripping his shirt in her hands. “seven years apart and this pussy still gets wet for me.” smoke draws his fingers deeper, inflicting her with these sensations that have her breathless and shaking.

it’s not long before he feels her arousal squeezing out of her. annie moans heavily, feeling the aftershocks still tingling through her body after her release.

when she comes to, she grabs smoke by the by neck and pulls his mouth back to hers for a kiss, heeding him with the same fervor he’d incited at first. “i want you inside of me.” she murmurs, it’s so visceral and unabashed when she says it that it makes smoke’s cock stir.

he nods, crouching down a bit to lift her onto the stack of boxes. he shifts her legs around his body until he’s standing in between her legs. annie moans softly, her curly eyelashes flutter in content as smoke reaches underneath her skirt and firms a grip on her butt.

he roughly squeezes each of her cheeks, bringing her closer against him and teasingly thrusting his hips forward, allowing her to feel the swollen erection that was hotly pressed against his thigh. a broken moan fell from her lips again, hitching just in the apex of her throat. her cunt quivers at the contact, desperate to feel it again. “smoke,” she rasps; her throat heavy, voice too breathy to form any coherent words at the moment.

he could feel his lips going numb, lungs burning desperately, begging them to part for air. but he ignored it and continued to kiss her perfectly succulent lips, nipping and tugging at the plush skin as a litany of moans rang out of her. he tugs at the zipper of his pants, feeling them loosen around his hips. he shoved them down until they’re in a pool around his ankles, no longer restricting his movements.

he pulls annie’s skirt up until it’s bunched up around her hips.

he leans forward, placing one hand on the box while the other wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. they shudder in tandem when his cock teases her slit. they kiss again. slowly, softly, unhurried as smoke grabs hold of his dick and aligns it at her swollen center.

her eyes roll to the back of her head, stomach tightens in recoil when his tip spreads her slicked lips open. he clefts her slowly, disappearing inside of her inch by inch.

his girth is thick as he stretches inside of her; it’s an easy accommodation as he passes through the wetness of her labia, teasing the tip of his cock at the hilt of her vulva. she whimpers, biting on her bottom lip at the delicious burn of his intrusion.

he murmurs in a curse, looking down as he watched himself stretch her. she’s so tight and warm around him that it nearly makes him cum at the feeling of her cunt swallowing around him. his breathing’s rugged as he shifted his hips downward a bit so that their pelvis are perfectly aligned. smoke continues his feat until he’s curled at her hilt with her seated at his base. he’s hung, even when he’s pushed himself so far inside of her cunt that he’s nearly pressed into her belly, there’s still inches of him too big to stretch further inside of her.

he shivers, throat clicks at the gentle flutter she warps around him. “yeah?” he inquired as he gave her a moment of adjustment. she doesn’t respond verbally, only incites a grinding hip thrust forward that catches him by surprise. he swallows, muttering a heh. smoke reciprocates her hip thrust, emphasizing the rotation of his hips as he retracted and filled her in a steady pace.

he balances his weight on the balls of his feet as he filled her deeply. her being on the box gives them a bit of an imbalance but he widens his stance and barred her legs tighter around his waist as he holds her against him.

their chests heaved heavily, bodies shivered at the delicious feeling of his dick being nestled deeply inside of her. his eyes narrowed, a line of sweat beads his brow, hands slightly trembled as he glanced down and enthralled at the sight of his dick pistoning inside of annie, easing ever so gently inside of her.

“fuck,” she whimpers, her head tossing backwards, mouth falling open.

she swirled her hips forward, slowly, teasingly, lifting herself off of the box just enough so that her cunt’s catching his dick every time he withdraws. smoke groans and his shaking hands instantly firmed a hard grip on her waist. he recited his own thrust, lurching his hips forward with a shallow rut and lingered against her.

it’s a catch and release of him stretching her until he’s caught at her hilt and he’s left with no choice but to withdraw with a delicious tug in his wake. annie hikes her legs up further, pulling them up until they rested around his waist eliciting a sharper and deeper change in his stroke.

she pulls his mouth to hers and lazily thrusts her tongue into the wetness of his wanton mouth. she bites down on his lips when she feels her toes curl. they could hear voices drawing nearer towards the outside of the door threatening to ruin their moment of intimacy and annie’s heft on the box was starting to scratch roughly beneath her ass.

but the pressure of his dick brushing against her clit every time he rolls his hips had her disregard the chafing friction and the possibility of an intruder.

the muscles in her legs stretch, right on the precipice of pain as her pussy suctions him in deeper. their heavy breaths mingle and she chokes back a sob once she feels the precipice of her orgasm creeping up on her.

tears gather in the back of her pupils, her stomach coils in pleasure and her bottom lip trembles when he grabs her by the ass and shoved her down on his dick until he’s fully bottoming her out where she nearly feels him in her belly and fucks her. he thrusts into her deliberately slow but still draws out his strokes to where she still feels him inside of her even when he pulls out.

she whines high and loud, unable to constrain the noises of her pleasure anymore and quietly hoped that the music from outside is loud enough to drown out her sounds. (but it feels so good that part of her doesn’t even care if it didn’t.) “c’mon baby,” smoke says through trembling breaths, the languorous movements of his thrusts reveal the closeness of his own orgasm. “i feel you squeezin’ around me. cum for me. let me feel you,”

he kisses her cheek as he rolls his hips up into hers. it’s a tug and pull of her cunt clenching around him as he penetrates her. “i love you,” he murmurs, clouded by the pleasure of her.

his body stiffens, stomach clenches as he feels his orgasm nearing its precipice. he hastens his thrusts, fucking into her with abandon. annie whimpers turn into soft moans that she emanates in his ears, her hands grip at his forearm and he feels her cunt clench so hard around him that he bellows out a whimper.

she cums first and it’s so big that she finds herself squirting out her release. her body’s spasming as she lulls down from her orgasm. smoke’s not too far behind, a string of curses fall off of his lips as he feels his dick lurch in forewarning. he continued to rut inside of her as he rode her through her orgasm, milking her completely dry until she goes boneless. his hips jerk and it’s not soon before he’s filling her up with his own warmth.

his breath is hot against her skin as he huffs raggedly against her neck. “fuck.” he groans, pulling himself out as he softens.

they looked a mess — their clothes were skewed, his pants were shoved around his ankles, her breasts spilled out over the top of her shirt. she brushes a hand over his neck, feeling him tremble beneath her touch. “i missed you too. i worried about you every day that you were gone, even though i knew you were safe.” she confesses, bringing her fingers up to touch the string of the mojo bag that he was wearing around his neck.

he pulls away from the embrace to look at her. his hand wraps around hers, giving it a soft squeeze before he turns his head and kisses her palm. “you kept me safe. this bag and thinkin’ about you and our daughter,” his voice trembles a bit at the mention of her, but he persevered through it. “it kept me goin’.”

she nods, blinking through the fogginess of her vision as her pupils lined with tears. her hand releases the bag, now sliding down until her hand is rested over his heart. “i knew you would come back. i just wish it was sooner,”

“i know,” he concurs with a somber nod. “but i’m back now and you don’t gotta worry about me leavin’ you ever again.” he promises, reaching his hand up to cradle her face. she leans into his touch, exhaling a soft sigh as she nods her head.

she’s quiet for a moment. then, “i love you, too.” she says, reciting his earlier words. the heaviness of the sentiment has his chest tightening and a smile pulling at his lips.

he kisses her soft and sweet, letting his mouth linger against hers. “c’mon, we gotta get back out there before someone walks in on us,” annie says in between lighthearted giggles as smoke presses soft pecks over her lips and face.

“i told you i don’t give a damn who walks in. i plan on makin’ up for these seven years we were apart!” smoke slides his hand upward, brushing his thumb over the sinuous crease of skin that dipped at her waist. air catches in her throat when his hand finds comfort between her inner thighs.

brushing through a few curly hairs he finds down there, he gently puckered a finger inside of her; feeling an immediate warmth and wetness shroud him. she breathes softly and nudges her hips forward, nonverbally telling him to insert another.

he presses his finger against her clitoris, teasing ministrations against her sensitive flesh. she thrusts her hips feverishly against the callus padding of his nimble fingers, stretching her thighs wider, giving him a better view of her swollen cunt. he watches avidly as he pushes his fingers in and out of her in a fluid motion, watches as her slick gathers on his fingers with every thrust. “elijah,” she keened, his name is the only tangible thing that rolls off of her tongue.

he could already feel her swelling around his fingers, could feel her thighs clamping down on him when he flicked his wrist and curled his fingers deeper. “that’s it baby,” he purrs huskily in her ears, pressing a gentle kiss against her temple as he increased his efforts.

he presses his tongue against his cheek, watching her face go slack with pleasure as he slid his thumb over her clothed slit. she whimpers, feeling her hips chase vainly after the pleasure. he hums, pressing his thumb more firmly against her as he oscillated his movements. “you know how i f-feel…fuck…” she moans shakily, feeling him slowly shatter through her reprieve. “about you and stack gettin’ into trouble.” she condemns but it comes out more airily than she intends and has him smirking again.

his fingers pull at her bloomers, gently tugging them over her hips until they’re in a bunched up pool around her ankles. “you don’t need to worry about me and stack…” he slides his hand over her mons, easily slipping a finger through her slickness.

her clit dragging against the thickness of his calloused fingers has her body shaking. he alternates through his dexterity, sliding his fingers through her cunt and fondling the overly sensitive nub of her clit as he watched in mesmerization. “all you need to worry about is stayin’ off those feet and relaxin’.” he says, gliding his other hand over the swell of her stomach that seemed to grow every time he looked at it.

he still couldn’t believe the miracle they were awarded with. though it hadn’t been planned, the news of annie’s pregnancy left them both elated at the prospect of them having a family. his life had been far from easy, but after learning that he was going to have a child smoke had promised himself to give their baby a life full of love and affection that he and stack were deprived of when they were growing up.

“there ain’t no such thing as relaxin’ with you and stack around. i swear you two cause me more trouble than this baby,” smoke glides his finger further up her cunt; slowly dragging his scissored fingers against her walls feeling her flutter wantonly around the girth of him.

“there you go…” he murmurs softly, briefly looking away from her face to watch his fingers messily lap with her slickness. she whimpers again, the sound high and loud as she feels a tightness curling in her belly. his dick strains painstakingly hard against the seams of his slacks as he watched her come undone.

she shakes through her release, reaching a hand out to grip his forearm to steady herself.

her chest heaves as she laid there attempting to lull her breathing. she blinks, mind still dazed from her first orgasm and looked down at smoke as he maneuvered between her legs. he presses a kiss against her calf as he hefts her right leg over his shoulder. he settles himself between her thighs with his face directly in view of her sopping cunt.

his mouth salivates at the sight of her slickness that spills messily from her folds. “just relax, baby….i got you,” he avows before he’s leaning forward and burying himself in her cunt. she shivers, handling a grip on his head as he flattens his tongue and laps up the remnants of her orgasm.

he slides the tip of his tongue against her swollen clit before puckering his lips as he suctioned her in his mouth. he moans at the tangy taste of her.

her hips cant back and forth while his tongue fucked her; licking and sucking on the pink flesh of her vulva. his fingernails dig into her thighs securing her in place as he swirls his tongue up her slit and gently tugs on her clit with his teeth. “e-elijah!” her body lurches at the overwhelming pleasure as her eyelashes cling wetly with tears. he continues his ravenous feat, encouraged by her breathy moans that ricochet loudly through the room.

he slides another finger inside of her; feeling the immediate and responsive clench of her gaping around him. she shudders through her second orgasm that feels even bigger than the first. he looks up at her with face covered in a mix of her juices and his saliva. he laps his tongue around his mouth, swallowing the residuals of her cum.

“think you got another one in you?” he asks as he began to doff out of his clothing, finally freeing his cock from the confined barrier. her cunt throbs at the sight of him despite her body’s exhaustion. he grabs ahold of himself and rolls his dick against his hand; undulating in slow strokes from tip to base as his cock swells in its girth.

she only whimpers tersely in response which is enough to have smoke stand on his knees in front of her. “turn around for me. just hold on and i’ll take care of the rest.” annie musters enough energy to sluggishly turn over. she sits herself up on her knees, holding onto the wall for leverage as she arched her ass in the air.

smoke’s hands grip her waist as he angled himself behind her. he nudges her gown up, pushing it further over her hips until it’s no longer hindering his view of her ass. he bites his lip at the sight of her, feeling his dick twitch against his thigh in anticipation of being inside of her again. grabbing ahold of cock, smoke jerks himself off until he’s fully hard and throbbing. then, he stances himself and angles his dick at her entrance. with a gentle roll of his hips, his dick begins its slow penetration as he stretches her open.

he groans through bared teeth, firming the grip that he held on her waist as he lowered his eyes to watch the lewd sight of his intrusion. annie mewls; the sound is caught between a cry and a moan as shivers roll deliciously down her spine. her hand reaches behind her, desperate to seek purchase on something. “i got you…i got you,” smoke whispers through shaky reassurances, feeling her hole clench so tightly around him that he staggers a bit.

it’s only a few inches buried inside of her; but fuck if that wasn’t enough to have smoke already teetering towards his own orgasm. he waits for a brief moment; allowing them both a moment to adjust. there’s a delicious burn that spreads through her thighs as he penetrates her inch by inch, nudging her open until her body’s swallowing his dick whole. the pain subsides and is immediately replaced by pleasure — he continues to nudge until he feels the tip of his dick buried completely at the hilt as he bottoms her out.

his pelvic bone brushes against her ass as he holds her there. smoke leans forward and pressed a kiss against her back, caressing a hand against her round ass. “ready?”

tears sting in the back of annie’s eyes at the first thrust. she feels every inch of him in his intrusion; how he retreats torturously slow, sliding and brushing his dick against her walls.

annie’s eyes flutter and her throat clicks when he rolls his hips and fucks a long stroke back into her. her jaw goes slack as her mouth parted open slightly ajar while she keened loudly in pleasure. he rolls his hips up into her, hitting her in her g-spot that makes her croon and nearly melt into the mattress. her skin is sticky and slick again; sweat cascades down her face starting from her hairline and trickling down her torso where droplets of the salty body fluid travels between the valley of her breasts.

she pushes her ass back meeting him thrust–for–thrust, feeling his dick curl past her perineum. smoke groaned, enticed by the noises of their wet skin slapping against each other’s. “you feel so fuckin’ good. make me wanna put another baby in you.” he mutters, his eyes now heeding their focus on the sight of his dick extracting and reentering her. he hastens his thrusts and fuck into her unrelentingly until he hears her sobs catching in the air again. smoke thrusts into her with abandon, grabbing her ass, pulling her already working hips closer to him, pushing himself deeper as he watched his balls slaps against her with every ricochet.

she chokes back a sob once she feels the precipice of her orgasm creeping up on her. smoke grunts as he thrusted shallowly inside of her, repeatedly brushing against her g-spot until she quivers tightly around him again. she cums with another loud cry, her legs shake beneath her as her balance falters.

smoke continued to fuck her through it, milking her completely dry until she goes boneless. his hips jerk and it’s not long before he’s succumbing to his own orgasm. he cums inside of her, the thick white fluid spills into her as he falls forward with a groan.

when he pulls out when his dick goes flaccid. annie whimpers from the sensitivity, feeling a trail of smoke’s cum spill out in his withdraw. he reaches over and grabs his shirt and wipes away the sticky residue. “you relaxed now?” he asks as she sprawls out on her side. he rubs his hand over her stomach, watching as her eyes fluttered softly.

she hums, nodding her head as she pointed a finger against his chest, “but don’t think just ‘cause you fucked me good that i’m not still mad about whatever trouble you and stack have been gettin’ into!” he chuckles as he adjusts his position, spooning himself behind her as he pressed a kiss against her shoulder.

“what should we name her?” he questions, seemingly changing the topic of conversation. annie gives him a slightly narrowed look but acquiesced to his subversion.

he intertwines his fingers within hers as they rest against her stomach. annie yawns softly, feeling a heaviness pulling at her eyelids. she snuggles further against smoke’s chest wrapping herself around the warmth of his embrace. “beatrice?” she suggests in a murmur, already feeling his disapproval from the incoherent noise that he makes. “carol?”

“carol?”

she rolls her eyes, gently nudging her elbow against the side. “i don’t hear you comin’ up with any suggestions.”

he sits there in quiet contemplation. “anna. after the beautiful woman who made her.” she turns her head and gives him a sleepy smile. her hand reaches behind his neck and tugs him forward to brush a kiss against his lips.

“mmm!” she whines softly, feeling smoke’s hand raffishly slip beneath her nightgown again. he leans his forehead against hers, staring at her underneath his lashes — watching as she bites on her lower lip. his finger easily slides in; brushing through the coils of pubic hair as he sought after her clit. “i won’t be able to walk tomorrow if you keep doin’ this.”

he huffs a small laugh, reaching his other hand around her as he palmed her breast. “that’s the plan. relaxin’ and restin’, baby. that’s all.” he brushes his thumb over her taut nipple; hearing her soft gasp ring in his ear. annie moans, her head lolling backwards on smoke’s shoulder as she thrust lazily against the thickness of his fingers.