Pour me Another Lie [Part 2] (Smoke Moore x Annie x Stack Moore)
Preview: “Look how good you are… how perfect you are. How pretty you sing for me.”
Warning ⚠️: They're a trio. Smut (18+ Material)
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Pour Me Another Lie Part 1
The smell of wet grass permeated their senses and the moisture in the air dampened their skin. It was early, the sun hadn’t risen yet. The crickets had begun their song and filled the silence that sat between the pair.
Stack just finished up rolling their cigarette before popping it into the side of his mouth and lighting it. A long drag.
“So?” he started, passing the smoke over to his brother.
“So what?” Smoke responded before taking a hit.
“We really gonna let that nigga Hank be talking bout’ how he employed Annie? Had her working behind his bar?” Stack continued.
Smoke didn’t answer for a bit, letting the question hang between them.
“It don’t matter what she was doing, it matters why she was doin’ it.” Smoke looked up into the distance and took a drag of the cigarette once more.
“Annie doesn’t lie to us. So for her to feel the need to do that? We fuckin’ up somewhere.”
He passed the cigarette over, and Stack took it without a word. The tobacco sizzled as he inhaled, the smoke curling around his jaw as he tilted his head, slowly nodding. “So again… what we bouta do?”
“We get her to tell us what’s going on,” Smoke said simply, flicking ash off the side of the porch. “Whatever it is, we’ll fix it.”
From inside, they heard her voice—soft, questioning, worried.
Stack’s shoulders stiffened. They hadn’t meant for her to wake up alone.
“C’mon.” Stack stamped the cigarette out before opening the screen door with a creak, and the brothers stepped inside.
The lamp in the corner of the bedroom cast a honey-colored glow, bathing Annie in warm light. She was perched on the edge of the bed, wrapped in one of of the boys shirts that swallowed her whole.
“Hey, mama,” Stack said, stepping closer.
She gave them a weak nod. “Sore,” she admitted, but her eyes flicked toward Smoke with something close to warmth. “But good.”
“We wanted to talk about yesterday.” Stack started. Annie cast her gaze down to the floor. Dreading the fact that they’d have to talk about the situation.
Smoke rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. It was stressing him bad. “You ain’t in no trouble, Annie. We just tryna understand what’s goin’ on in your head.”
“C’mon baby,” Stack said, squatting down beside her. “You can tell us.”
She began twisting her fingers in her lap. “Y’all are gonna think I’m being stupid…”
“We ever said that to you before?” Stack asked, gently tilting her chin up.
Annie let out a breath, shaky and honest. “I miss you.”
Smoke moved closer. “Whatchu mean? We right here.”
She shook her head slowly. “Y’all are asleep all day. Most of the day at least. I barely see y’all anymore.” Her voice cracked. “Yeah, we’re fucking, but… a lot of the time after that… it’s like we’re ships passing in the night.”
She picked at the hem of the shirt she wore absently, grounding herself.
“I… sometimes I feel alone.”
Stack reached out to hold her hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed it.
Smoke’s jaw tensed. “You got two whole husbands. That’s more than most.”
She shot him a look. Stack tipped her chin to look back at him. His brothers attitude was not helping the situation at all.
“This why you was working at Hank’s?” He asked softly. Still rubbing his thumb over her hand.
She shook her head affirming.
“I just wanted to be a part of something. Fill my day up. See other people. Not just wait around for y’all to wake again. Especially ‘cause… well, I ain’t like y’all. I’m not a vampire. I’m up when the sun’s up. I sleep when the moon’s high.”
Smoke glanced at Stack, who avoided his gaze.
There was always that sliver of distance between them — blood and time and unspoken choices. She’d refused when they offered her the promise of eternity together. She chose humanity even when it made everything harder.
Stack finally spoke, softer this time. “We’ll figure somethin’ out. We don’t want you feeling like that. Not in this house.”
“You ain’t never alone. Never.”
Smoke sighed before he made his way over and placed a kiss on her head, his hands went to her shoulders to comfort her.
“Thank you for telling us. For trusting us.” he said.
Annie’s shoulders relaxed just a bit. She nodded. “Y’all not mad?” Her voice was small. It wasn’t like her.
Smoke’s chest tightened up. God they had really fucked up.
“Never upset with you.” Stack murmured from below. More kisses placed on her hands.
“We’ll figure something out.” Smoke confirmed. And she nodded, leaning into him and taking his affections.
They didn’t say much else that night. Just held her — Stack curled around her back, Smoke’s fingers threaded through hers as she drifted off to sleep.
She hadn’t asked for much. Just to feel a little less alone.
“I can’t believe we doing this shit.” Smoke muttered, cradling a small box gently in both hands.
“Yeah, yeah,” Stack replied, nudging the door open with his foot.
“Just don’t drop it.”
The front door creaked open softly. The boys stepped into the darkened house, dew still clinging to their boots, air thick with pre-dawn chill.
“We could’ve done anything else.”
“Nigga. Shut up. You rather have her serving drinks all day?”
Smoke pursed his lips and kept his mouth shut.
“Plus… if it makes her happy that’s all that matters.” Stack concluded.
That — the two could agree on.
The boys had left the house at midnight as always but this time they didn’t go to the juke.
They had other plans. Something that would take them alot further out.
When Annie said she was lonely, it damn near broke Stack’s heart.
He wouldn’t have known what loneliness felt like if you'd asked him a year ago. He and Smoke had been side by side their whole lives — womb to world. That kind of closeness made it hard to imagine being alone.
But if he had to name the moment he first felt it? It was the day he woke up a vampire and Smoke wasn’t right beside him.
He reached out and his brother wasn’t there.
If that’s what Annie meant — that empty, aching kind of quiet — then no.
She wasn’t gonna feel that. Not when she had them.
Stack pushed their bedroom door open and the two entered. Annie was curled up in the bed fast asleep.
“Annie?” He tried softly.
“Baby girl?” Smoke tried this time.
Annie stirred at the sound, emerging from underneath the blanket. She looked around a little confused. “What’re y’all doin’ back so early?”
She began to rub sleep from her eyes.
Instead of answering, Smoke gently set the box down.
A tiny Rottweiler puppy stumbled out, big eyes blinking up at her, tail wagging like it had no idea what sleep was.
The pup yipped and ran over to the side of the bed. Trying and failing to jump up.
She looked at them with shock covering her features.
“Oh my god, is this for me?” Her eyes were wide and tears had already begun to well up.
“Just for you baby.” Stack confirmed standing proudly.
She watched as the dog struggled to get up the bed.
Annie knelt over the bed, and scooped the pup into her arms. It licked at her chin and she laughed — truly laughed — for the first time in what felt like weeks.
She placed a kiss on the dogs little head before correcting her and saying “We are not that kind of household. But imma give you a pass today.”
“Yall… I’m — I don’t even know what to say. “ she juggled the pup as she nipped at her dress.
“It ain’t us but, she’ll give you something to do during the day. Someone to hang out with till we wake up. So you won’t feel so alone.” Stacks smile stretched wide across his face.
Smoke piped in. Back slightly turned and not meeting her gaze. He was a complex man and guilt was eating him up. How did he not see it? Her unhappiness? The misstep would plague him for a while.
“Yeah, you can take her for walks and shit. And when she gets older she could even protect you. Y’all can add some extra feminine energy to the space.” Smoke added gesturing to the area around him lazily.
She suppressed her laugh — this solution definitely wasn’t initiated by Smoke.
“How’d you get him to agree to this?” she asked, jerking her chin over shoulder at Smoke but talking to Stack.
“You try to do something nice for someone…” Smoke said dryly.
“I know this wasn’t your idea,” she teased while bringing the puppy up to her nose and breathing in her scent.
Stack smirked. Smoke scoffed — but he didn’t deny it.
Stack grinned wide, one arm slung around her. “But he ain’t stop it neither.”
Smoke rolled his eyes. “Y’all bein’ real funny tonight.”
She crooked her finger beckoning for the younger twin to get down on her level.
“Thank you baby.” She spoke softly into his lips before placing a kiss on them.
“I wanna do something nice for you, say thank you”
“Yeah?” The man breathed out as his hands went out to grip her thighs.
“Mhm. Not with my words though. You like that idea?” She asked while her hand traveled down his chest to run over his covered member.
His eyes fluttered shut. He liked the idea, a lot.
Getting hard from a few kisses and some touching was insane.
The puppy whined and wriggled in her arms.
“Put her in the crate for a bit,” she said, biting her lip and looking up at him from the edge of the bed.
He didn’t have to be told twice. He handled the dog and crossed the room to put her away.
She got up to stretch and glanced over to Smoke. He held her gaze and said nothing as he leaned against the window sill.
She could tell he was still a little stiff. A bit uncomfortable with everything that had gone down in the past few days.
She mouthed an “I love you.” to him and the grumpy man couldn’t help but crack a smile.
Now Stack sat on the edge of the bed, watching her — still glowing from the surprise, the love in her chest blooming like a rose.
She walked over and dropped to her knees between his thighs, unhurried.
She turned her head and glanced to Smoke.
“You not coming over?” The man was now staring outside.
He glanced at them before huffing “Ya’ll don’t need me over there.”
Annie let out a giggle before focusing on the man in front of her.
Petty. Petty. Either way the show would have to go on.
She looked up at him and reached up to unleash the dragon. She unzipped his pants and pulled him out.
“Hi baby.” She said, big brown eyes staring up at him.
“Hi.” He responded, voice light.
She had pulled his dick out and stroked him a few times before she moved his tip along her lips. Slightly sticking her tongue out to taste.
Her eyes fluttered closed. She kept the head between her lips before nippling and kissing it. She was getting in the zone. She loved the build up. Once she took him fully into her mouth, Stack hissed. Then she went to work.
Smoke leaned against the window, arms crossed, watching the way she rocked on her knees.
One thing about Annie? She got off on sucking dick. Nothing could get her going faster. So yes, the blow job was for Stack but it was also for her. He was looking right at the proof. Smoke focused intently on the essence that slowly oozed onto the floor from her pussy as she sucked the life out of his brother.
He adjusted himself in his pants, eyes on the woman’s swaying form and the evidence she left behind. She was so sensual. Everything she did made him wanna bow. He wanted to worship at the altar of Annie.
Right now, he really didn’t deserve it — her. They had fucked up bad. But could he resist her, like this? Right now? She was a picture if he ever saw one.
He told himself he’d just watch. Let her have this moment with Stack. But when he saw the way her back arched — the soft sounds slipping out her lips — his resolve cracked in half.
“Fuck it.” He’d deal with the guilt after.
Before she knew it he was crossing the room over to them and ended up right behind her.
He flexed his knees a bit and she heard him undo his belt buckle, unzip and pull himself out of his pants. Those were some of her favourite sounds.
She was gonna get it tonight and she was so excited.
He placed a hand on her hips and slightly angled her body upward.
“Lemme see that arch baby.” And arch she did.
Smoke didn’t have it in him to play for long. He was hard as a rock and watching Annie drip onto the floor earlier did his resolve no favours.
He rubbed his dick along her folds, collecting her essence and watching it glisten on his dick. Fucking glorious.
He timed his entrance with when she had Stack out of her mouth so he could hear her delicious moan. Fuel for them all.
Slowly but deliberately he thrust into her. There they set their rhythm, moving in sync. Back and forth — Annie at the center of their world.
They’d danced this dance time and time again. It never got old. They were a unit. They knew each other's bodies and triggers. It was beautiful for each one of them. Being known so deeply. Being loved so intimately.
Annie’s eyes had become heavy and lidded from the additional sensation and she set her eyes on Stack. Those eyes coupled with his dick being in her mouth was a problem.
The man managed to get out a tight “Stop lookin’ at me like that.” Before throwing his head back and letting out a drawn out “Fuck.”
Smoke looked up at his tortured brother and smirked.
He bent down to whisper comically in his wife’s ear. “Keep going baby. Don’t let him tell you what to do.”
The man could feel the effects of her enthusiasm on him. Every time she came back her pussy would swallow his dick. It was beautiful the way she was creaming on him. It was like an ocean in there and he didn’t wanna stop swimming.
“If you can make Stack cum, I’ll make you cum. Deal?” Smoke asked.
She bobbed her head enthusiastically and he took that as a yes.
Annie always felt so sexy when she could have them both at the same time. It was all encompassing and she loved it.
She grinned to herself and continued to top Stack from the bottom. Licking up and down his thick shaft with her hands twisting at the base periodically.
She felt the sensation of his dick sliding in and this time she let it slip right down her throat and she held it there.
The man gained the strength to look back down at her and still she looked up at him. Love, adoration and something dangerous in her eyes.
He made the mistake of glancing even further down and there they were. Annie’s tits were bouncing and jiggling on account of her getting railed by his older brother.
Stack loved every part of Annie but he went feral for her titties. He was always pinching em, holding em, looking at em, he couldn’t get enough.
His resolve was being tested. He didn’t want this to be over. He wanted to savour this — getting head was a gift. He employed every shred of willpower to hold on.
He raised his eyes to the ceiling trying to get the graphic image out of his head. He counted 11 planks of wood before glancing down once more. A mistake.
The man wanted to last, he really fucking did but then Annie took her mouth off him and spat right on his dick. There was a trail of spit still attached to her lip and she held his gaze while rubbing her thumb over his tip.
She was a wicked wicked woman.
He watched as her lips enveloped him and she increased her pace and sucked him down her throat once again.
This time though, she didn’t pull back. She held him tight and he could feel her tongue lapping against the shaft, tickling his skin. Her dark brown eyes stared into his soul.
She was so heartbreakingly pretty. His hand reached out to cup her face but he didn’t get a chance to.
She hummed and that's what sealed his fate. The vibrations created an unreal amount of pleasure. He had no chance against Annie’s prowess.
His self-control snapped like an elastic band. He was gonna finish. Right fuckin’ now.
At this point he pulled himself out of her mouth and grabbed the base of his dick.
“Where you want it baby?” He asked his wife, gripping himself tightly.
She took her hands, pushed her titties together and breathlessly begged “Right here.”
Her tits then. He let his orgasm rise within him. He was good.
That was before she dropped her mouth open and stuck her tongue out.
Annie would save the moan that left Stacks mouth in a box in her mind for later use.
His internal dialog was overwhelmed. In mere milliseconds he had to make a choice. Her mouth? Her tits? He couldn’t decide in time and shot his thick load somewhere in the middle.
Most of it landed on the tip of her tongue. She sported a smile as his seed dripped from her mouth right onto her titties.
It was straight up pornographic.
The man struggled to catch his breath. He watched the scene mesmerized and as he attempted to recover.
The little minx that she was, the woman pressed her breasts together spreading his seed across her chest.
He looked down at her in a flustered accusatory manner. She knew what she did. She fluttered her pleasure laden lashes at him before letting out a breathless “Thank you.”
She continued to smile up at him as if she hadn’t just given him the most insane blow job of his life.
He had married a wicked woman indeed.
He cursed under his breath while closing his eyes. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.”
Stack was almost in a daze, and he became preoccupied with watching her tits bounce but this time with his cum spread across them. He imagined this was what heaven would be like.
Behind her Smoke observed their interactions. His measured thrusts were about to become a lot sloppier.
She turned her head over to look at her husband, her eyes low and lidded and simply said “It’s my turn.”
“I got you baby. You did so good, I’m gonna give you —“ his voice trailed off as she began to fuck back with enthusiasm.
“Shit Annie.” Smoke placed a hand on her lower back, that arch was doing something to him.
She was throwing her hips back and letting out soft pants that hit Smoke’s ears in all the best ways.
Everything was sloppy. And wet. And Annie loved it all. Mentally she was transcending. She felt so special and loved — they paid her so much attention. There was cum on her lips and on her tits. She wanted it inside of her too. Cover all her bases.
Stack began pulling at her cum covered nipples, she liked that.
Smoke reached a hand around her waist to find her clit.
Slowly he began to tease the sensitive nub. Matching his movements with his thrusts. Back and forth he swiped at her pleasure center.
“Yes. Yes. That feels so good.” She panted out.
Her husband was hitting her in all the right places at just the right pace. She met his thrusts with enthusiasm and the stimulation she received on her nipples added to the experience. She was home.
“I want more.” she let out.
“More. More. More.” She chanted out breathlessly.
She was getting demanding. This raised an alarm for Smoke.
How much more could he give?
When she got like this. Hungry for it? He couldn’t control himself.
“Are you gonna give it to me daddy?” She threw her head over her shoulder, dark low eyes and kiss bruised lips looking back at her partner.
“Annie — chill out.” He warned, hand placed firmly on the small of her back.
Annie did not chill. In fact she clenched her walls greedily for a fuller feeling. The very opposite of chilling.
“You promised.” She whined.
Annie wanted — so Smoke provided.
He worked quickly to swipe his fingers across her clit. Leaning over he began to murmur in her ear hard thrusts not letting up.
“Look how good you are… how perfect you are. How pretty you sing for me.”
She nodded. A sob building up in her chest. She loved it when they talked her through it.
“We’re sorry baby.” He continued and she needed to hear it too.
And he just kept giving — every thrust, every touch, every whispered word. Telling her in the only way he knew how:
Not even when we’re dead.
That one final statement did it for her. Her voice cracked as she panted out her pleasure — tears streaming down her face.
“Yes, yes I’m gonna—”
Urgency coated her voice as she reached for Stack’s hand like it was the only thing tethering her to earth.
Stack laced his fingers with hers, grounding her with a steady squeeze. She didn’t have to say anything — he felt what she needed.
Annie always needed a little encouragement to let go. She lived in her head too much — always watching herself from the outside, afraid of losing control. And with the boys? Truth be told, her orgasms scared her. How big they were. How undone they made her.
“Go ‘head, baby,” Stack whispered, voice thick with heat. “It’s okay. You just let go — we right here with you.”
Smoke watched her — how she shoved her hips back, how tight she clenched around him, how wild and beautiful she looked when she finally let it hit.
She came like a storm breaking open — happy, wild, free.
Stack felt her tremble, felt her trust him — and it stirred something deep in him. If that was loneliness, what she’d felt, then this was the cure. He’d give it to her again and again.
Smoke felt it too. The freedom.
Free from last night’s weight. Free from the pressure of always holding it together.
He grunted, sank into her one last time, and came with a shout that left him breathless.
“Mhm?” she murmured, distracted as she tickled the puppy’s belly and giggled at its squirming paws.
They were tangled up in bed — a mess of warm skin and lazy limbs. Stack was already out cold, chest rising slow and deep, mouth parted like he’d been knocked out.
Annie rested on his outstretched arm, her fingers drifting up Smoke’s chest, playing with the gold chain that hung between his pecs.
“Next time something’s bothering you…”
“Enough,” she said, cutting him off gently but firm.
“It’s done, baby. We’re good. It’s water under the bridge.”
They were fine. That’s all he needed to know. They didn’t need a hundred words — not when the truth was already pulsing between them.
Stack let out a small snore, body slack.
Annie didn’t know it, but that moment had wrung something out of him too. He’d meant every word — about being there, about her not feeling alone. And when she let go, so did he.
Silence stretched, soft and full.
“You sucked the soul outta him,” he joked.
“He deserved it.” she replied.
Smoke smiled, watching her settle deeper against his chest.
Yeah. They all did.
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