WARNINGS: 18+ only, SMUT, Threesome, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Mild Violence, Mention of Alcohol usage, etc.
PAIRING: Smokestack Twins x Black OC
SYNOPSIS: In Clarksdale, Mississippi, 23-year-old Mae James, dutiful preacherโs daughter, slips out for one forbidden night at the newly opened Club Juke. There she catches the eye of the clubโs owners, the Smokestack twins. What begins as a simple escape from the pressure of expectation quickly draws her into a charged world of music, desire, and choices she never planned to make. By morning she must return to the church pews, but the night has already left its mark.
This is a long one, enjoy :)
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She moved like the night itself had poured into her body. The piano rolled low and dirty, a barrelhouse stride that made the floorboards complain under every stomping foot, and her hips answered it without permission. Skirt swinging just above the knee, blouse damp at the back from the heat of too many bodies packed into Club Juke, she let the rhythm take what the church had spent years trying to hold still.
Nobody here called her by her Sunday name. Here she was just another girl with sweat on her collarbone and a lie still warm on her tongue. Her daddy thought she was at Marleneโs helping with the new baby. Marlene would cover for her. They had an understanding. Preacherโs daughters always did.
The joint smelled of cigarette smoke, cheap perfume, and the sharp sweetness of liquor. She spun once, laughing under her breath, and the room tilted pleasantly. No one spoke to her. No one needed to. The music was enough.
Tomorrow she would stand in the church and open her mouth and let the old hymns come. Tonight the music was different.
Unbeknownst to her, the owners of the juke joint were looking at her. The Smokestack twins. As soon as she entered the building she stuck out, like an angel in a room full of devils. They observed her. Watched her.
She didnโt feel their eyes. The crowd moved around her like water around a stone, but she stayed inside the music with her eyes half-closed.
Upstairs from the shadowed railing that overlooked the floor, the twins stood still. Smoke drew on his cigarette, the tip glowing once, then fading. Stack stood beside him with a toothpick working slowly between his teeth. They didnโt speak. They didnโt need to. Their gazes tracked the same slow arc of her body, the way her shoulders rolled, the way her feet found the beat without looking for it.
They recognized her immediately. Mae James. Daughter of Reverend James, one of the most well-known preachers in Clarksdale besides their own uncle, of course. It wasnโt the first time church folk had crossed the threshold of Club Juke. Plenty came looking for the same release they chased on Sunday mornings. Only this time, no one was catching the Holy Ghost.
Smoke drew once more on his cigarette, then gave a small nod toward the floor below. Stackโs mouth curved. He smoothed a hand over his hair, tugged the front of his suit vest straight, and headed down the stairs without a word. His eyes never left her body as he moved through the crowd of dancing bodies, cutting a clean path until he stood just behind her.
The sweet trail of her perfume reached him first.
โNow whatโs a saint like you doing in a room full of sinners?โ
Mae stopped. She turned and found herself face-to-face with a smile that had hints of gold. He held out his hand.
โThe name is Elias,โ he said, โbut folks call me Stack.โ
She placed her hand in his slowly, shaking it without looking away. โI know who you are. Thought you and your brother were in Chicago.โ
Stack chuckled. โWe were. But we back now.โ
Her hand was still in his. She noticed it, yet didnโt pull away at once. She hadnโt expected him to look like this. The stories that drifted through Clarksdale had painted the Smokestack twins as older, harder, something rough enough to match the name. Instead she found round brown eyes, thick lips, and the soft press of dimples when he smiled. Stackโs smirk deepened the moment he caught her looking. Mae withdrew her hand.
Mae opened her mouth, realizing she hadnโt given her name.
โMae James. Reverend Jamesโs daughter, right?โ
Her brows drew together. She nodded slowly, surprised he already knew.
Stack caught the look and tipped his head. โMy uncle Jed and your daddy real close. Been that way a long time.โ
Something shifted in her faceโquick, quiet embarrassment, like she had been caught somewhere she didnโt belong. Stack saw it and didnโt like the way it sat on her.
โHey now,โ he said. โI ainโt down here to judge nobody. This place take all kinds.โ
The piano changed beneath them, the hard barrelhouse roll softening into something slower. Couples drifted together across the floor, bodies finding each other, grinding to the new rhythm.
Stackโs gold teeth flashed again as he smiled.
โMatter fact,โ he said, โI come down here to ask if you fancied a dance.โ
Stack took her hand and turned her in a slow spin. The room tilted for a second before her back met his chest. His hands settled on her hips. The contact was warm through the thin fabric of her skirt. Goosebumps rose anyway. She went stiff almost immediately. It had been a long time since a man put his hands on her like this.
โDonโt be shy now,โ Stack murmured near her ear. โMove them hips like you was doinโ earlier. Go on. Close your eyesโฆ let loose.โ
Mae drew a deep breath that trembled on the way out. She let her eyelids fall shut. For a moment she only stood there, feeling the press of him behind her, the rise and fall of his chest against her back. Then she began to move.
The first movements were careful, more sway than anything. Her hips barely shifted. Stack didnโt push. He just stayed with her, following whatever little rhythm she offered.
Bit by bit the stiffness eased. Not all the way but enough that her body started answering the beat without her having to force it. Stackโs grip tightened slightly when she finally rolled her hips with more intention. He matched her without missing the time, his own movement controlled behind her.
โJust like that,โ he said.
Mae let her head tip back until it rested against his shoulder. His hands stayed on her hips, thumbs stroking once in quiet encouragement as she finally gave the music everything it asked for. Stress, doubt, the careful version of herself she wore in daylight slipped out with every slow roll of her body. For the first time all night, she wasnโt performing or hiding. She was simply moving. And Stack stayed right there with her, whispering soft praise against her ear, keeping her inside the moment as the piano played on.
Smoke was still at the top of the stairs. Cigarette was between his fingers and leaned against the railing. His gaze cut down through the haze of smoke and low light and found her immediately. It wasnโt hungry exactly. It was focused. Like he was studying every shift of her body and filing it away. Her stomach tightened. She knew she ought to look somewhere else, anywhere else, but she couldnโt.
Stackโs hands stayed firm on her hips. Mae pushed back into him harder than before, rolling her hips with more confidence, and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. The movement pulled a low sound from Stackโs throat. He drew her tighter against his chest, closing the last bit of space between them.
That was when she felt the hard press of his bulge against her. At the same time Smokeโs stare held her pinned from above. The two sensations hit together and ignited something low in her belly. Her panties dampened immediately, the sudden wetness noticeable against the thin fabric. She kept moving with her eyes still locked on the man upstairs even as her body reacted to the one behind her.
Smoke took one last drag of the cigarette . He held her gaze a little longer before he turned and walked out of sight. Stackโs breath stayed warm against her ear, but Mae could still feel the ghost of that stare.
Overwhelmed by the feeling, Mae turned in his arms. She gripped the front of his vest with both hands and pulled him down into a kiss before she could second-guess it.
Stack froze for a split second, clearly caught off guard. Then he answered her. His mouth opened against hers, and his hands slid low on her back, fingers spreading over the curve just above her hips as he drew her against him. The kiss turned deeper. His tongue pushed past her lips.
Maeโs pulse hammered. Part of her knew how reckless this was but the thought only sharpened the lust instead of killing it.
Before the kiss could tip any further Stack broke it. He kept his hands on her while he scanned the floor. Couples were still dancing close, lost in the music. Nobody seemed to be watching them too hard. His eyes flicked up to the railing. Smoke was gone.
He looked back down at her. โJoint fixinโ to close up soon. Stay behind after. We can finish what we started.โ
Mae nodded. She rose onto her toes and kissed him again.
A worker shouldered through the dancers and touched Stackโs arm. โBoss. Got a problem in the back. Some men at the tables got to arguinโ over the cards. Gettinโ loud.โ
Stack didnโt take his eyes off Mae right away. โWhat you do about it?โ
โTried to break it up myself. They ainโt tryinโ to hear me.โ
Stack sucked his teeth and shook his head. โFuck Iโm payinโ you for then?โ He gave Maeโs waist a final squeeze and stepped back. โIโll be right back. Donโt go nowhere.โ
Then he turned and cut through the crowd toward the rear of the joint.
Mae was still burning. She needed space. She slipped through the dancers and claimed an empty stool at the far end of the bar.
The piano changed under her. The number faded into something faster and brighter. Skirts flared. Boots stamped. Laughter rose over the music. Mae found herself swaying on the stool without deciding to.
She didnโt notice the man until he was already too close.
He was older than her, shirt half-untucked, eyes glassy and unfocused. The smell of liquor reached her before his words did. He leaned an elbow on the bar beside her and gave a crooked smile.
โI ainโt interested,โ Mae said.
He didnโt take the hint. His hand closed around her upper arm. โDonโt be like that, girl. Come onโโ
She tried to pull free. His grip only tightened. He bent until his mouth was near her ear, and the full reek of alcohol washed over her as he whispered that he wanted to fuck her. Maeโs stomach turned. She shoved at his chest with her free hand, but he barely swayed.
Then a different presence filled the space behind him.
โGet your hand off her.โ
Smokeโs voice was quiet, but it cut through like a blade. The drunk glanced over his shoulder, annoyed more than alarmed.
โThis ainโt got nothinโ to do with you, man. Mind your business.โ
Smoke stepped in closer. โI donโt think you heard me.โ His right hand settled at his waist, fingers curling around the grip of the gun holstered there. He didnโt pull it. He didnโt raise his voice. โYou gonโ take your hand off her willinโ, or Iโm gonโ take it off for you.โ
The fingers on Maeโs arm loosened. The man lifted both hands in a show of surrender and backed up a step, nearly stumbling into a dancing couple.
Smoke never looked away from him. โGet the fuck out. Donโt come back in here. Next time you step foot through that door, you wonโt see daylight again. We clear?โ
The drunk muttered something under his breath but he kept moving, pushing through the crowd toward the exit. A few people near the door glanced over, then went back to their drinks and their partners.
Smoke turned his full attention back to her.
Mae nodded too quickly. โYes.โ
He studied her face a moment longer and clearly didnโt believe the automatic answer. The leftover adrenaline still showed in the tight set of her shoulders and the way her hands stayed curled on the bar.
โI donโt think so.โ
Smoke kept looking at her. Then he asked, โCan I touch you?โ
The question caught her off guard. She hesitated half a second before nodding.
He stepped in and took her chin gently between his fingers, turning her face first one way, then the other. His gaze was hard, brows drawn together as he checked for any mark the man might have left. Finding none, he released her jaw and carefully lifted her arm, examining the place where the drunkโs hand had gripped her. His thumb brushed once over the skin
Mae used the moment to look at him properly. The same handsome features as Stack but everything on Smoke sat harder, like the years had pressed down heavier on him. There was a roughness around the edges that Stackโs easier smile softened. When his eyes lifted and met hers again she looked away fast.
โMight be a little tender right there,โ he said. โBut you gonโ be fine.โ
Mae nodded. โThank you.โ
Smoke stayed where he was. โWhat you doinโ in here, anyway? Donโt you got church in the morninโ?โ
She let out a short breath. โIโm supposed to sing in the choir. My daddyโs church. I justโฆ needed a break. Heโs always got me doinโ something for the church. I told him I was goinโ to my friend Marleneโs to help with her new baby. But I came here instead.โ She glanced around the noisy floor. โI just wanted one night where nobody expected me to be the preacherโs daughter.โ
Smoke listened without interrupting. When she finished he gave a short sound that might have been a laugh.
โYou ainโt supposed to be in a place like this,โ he said. โThis joint full of drunks, liars, and cheaters. Ainโt no secret about it.โ
Mae met his eyes for a second, then looked back down at the bar. โSo is the church. They just do a better job at hidinโ it.โ
Smoke studied her a moment longer.
โMost church girls wouldโve run out the door after what just happened.โ
โIโm not most church girls.โ
โIโm startinโ to see that.โ His eyes stayed on her. โDonโt mean this is a safe place for somebody like you.โ
Mae held his gaze. โMaybe I got tired of safe.โ
Smoke just looked at her. This time Mae stared right back. Neither of them spoke. The space between them felt charged, heavy with something that had no clean name.
Stack appeared at his brotherโs shoulder and gave it a firm pat, breaking the moment. โIโm โbout to get on stage and tell everybody we closinโ up for the night.โ His eyes shifted to Mae. โYou alright?โ
She told him what had happened with the drunk man. Stackโs expression changed fast. The easy charm he usually carried hardened into something sharper.
โHe put his hands on you?โ His voice rose half a step. โYou sure you good? He hurt you anywhere?โ
Before he could work himself up any further, Smoke cut in. โI handled it.โ
Stack held his brotherโs gaze for a second, then nodded. His eyes moved back and forth between Smoke and Mae, lingering longer on Smoke. Mae watched the silent exchange closely. Whatever passed between the twins needed no words. She couldnโt read fully into it, but a certainty settled in her chest that it had something to do with her. Maybe it was only ego talking. Maybe not.
Stack leaned in close enough that only she could hear. โDonโt go nowhere.โ The words were low, almost a promise. He glanced at Smoke one more time before he turned and made his way toward the stage to deliver the closing announcement.
Smokeโs attention returned to Mae the moment his brother left. His eyes traveled over her slowlyโfirst her eyes, then the shape of her mouth, then lower, taking in the line of her body with an intensity that felt almost physical. A visible shudder ran through her under that look. When his gaze finally climbed back to meet hers, he spoke just loud enough to cut through the noise of the room.
โYou trouble, Ms. James.โ
Then he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there with the weight of those words still on her skin.
The heat from earlier rose again, stronger this time. Mae stayed where she was and waited for the joint to close so she could be tamed.
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Once everyone was gone and the front door locked, Stack led her toward the back. The joint felt different emptied out. Mae glanced around as they walked, eyes searching the shadows near the bar and the stairs. Smoke was nowhere to be found. The absence sat with her longer than she expected.
Stack opened the office door and guided her inside. The moment it clicked shut behind them, his hands settled on her waist. He pulled her against him and brought their mouths together in a kiss. There was nothing hesitant about it. He walked her backward while they kissed until the backs of her legs bumped against something soft.
She broke the kiss just long enough to look down.
They had a bed in their office?
Before the question could fully form, Stack eased her down onto the mattress and followed. The springs gave under their combined weight. He settled between her thighs, hands sliding under her legs to wrap them around his waist. The motion pushed her skirt higher, bunching the fabric around her hips and leaving only the thin barrier of her damp panties between them.
He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to the side of her neck. A low sound left him as he breathed her in.
โDamnโฆ you smell sweet.โ
His lips traveled slowly up the line of her jaw before finding her mouth again. This time the kiss was deeper. He rolled his hips once, grinding the clothed length of his bulge against her pussy. The friction pulled a moan from both of them at the same time.
Stack slowed the roll of his hips until the grinding stopped completely. He leaned down and gave her one more kiss before he pushed up onto his hands so he hovered over her. His eyes moved across her face.
โAre you a virgin, baby?โ
Mae shook her head against the pillow. โNo. But itโs been a while.โ
Stackโs gaze dropped between their bodies and landed on the damp patch of her panties. He reached down and dragged two fingers slowly over the soaked cotton, pressing just enough to feel the wetness of her. A small shiver ran through Mae at the touch. He watched the reaction and chuckle.
He eased backward off the bed and stood at the foot of it. For a moment he only looked at her. Then he shrugged out of his suit vest and tossed it onto the nearby chair.
โUnbutton your shirt for me.โ
Maeโs hands rose to the front of her blouse. She worked each button free one by one. When the last one opened she sat up just enough to slip the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor beside the bed.
Stackโs eyes traveled over newly exposed skin. โPretty as hell.โ
He reached up, loosened the knot of his tie, and pulled the silk free with a slide. He dropped it on top of the vest, then untucked his dress shirt and began unbuttoning it from the top down. Mae stayed where she was, propped on her elbows now, watching the slow reveal of his chest and stomach without looking away.
โYou nervous?โ he asked.
โI need words, baby.โ
Stack studied her face a second longer. โMusic help you feel better?โ
He turned and crossed to the corner of the office where an old phonograph sat on a low wooden cabinet. Stack lifted the lid, chose a record from the small stack beside it, and set the disc on the turntable. He cranked the handle a few turns, lowered the needle, and Ma Raineyโs rich voice crackled to life.
Stack turned back to her, shirt hanging open, and let his eyes travel over her again while the music played.
The door opened without warning.
Smoke stepped inside. His eyes went straight to Mae.
Maeโs breath caught. Shock flashed across her face clearer than fear. Her head turned toward Stack, searching for some explanation or cue.
Stack stayed where he was at the foot of the bed. โDonโt worry,โ he said. โAinโt nothinโ gonโ happen you donโt want. Next choice is yours.โ
Smoke pushed the door shut behind him until the latch clicked. The sound felt louder than it should have in the small room. Ma Raineyโs voice kept drifting from the phonograph as he walked a few steps closer. He stopped near the edge of the bed but didnโt reach for her.
โWe both been watchinโ you since you walked in,โ he said. โWantinโ you. We was just tryinโ to see how open you was to the both of us.โ
He let that settle for a second.
โYou got three choices,โ Smoke continued. โWe can get you dressed and take you home right now. No questions, no hard feelinโs. Or you can have just Stackโฆ or just me. Orโโ his eyes moved once over her body and back to her faceโโyou can have both of us.โ
Stackโs voice came softer beside his brotherโs.
โItโs your choice, baby.โ
Mae sat there with the two of them watching her. Her mind turned over the offer slowly. Both men were attractive and different in the ways that mattered. She was drawn to both of them, heavily. The question that kept circling was simple and dangerous: what would it feel like to have them both? The thought alone made her pussy pulse again.
โI want both,โ she said.
Smokeโs eyes stayed locked on hers. โYou sure?โ
โYes.โ The word came out quieter than she intended. Then the need underneath it pushed forward. โPleaseโฆ I want both of you.โ
The soft plea made Smokeโs dick twitch hard against the front of his pants. Stack looked over at his brother. Smoke met his eyes and gave a single nod.
That was all Stack needed. He came back to the bed and put his mouth on Maeโs neck. He kissed the skin first, then sucked harder, dragging his tongue over the spot until a moan slipped out of her. Her arms rose and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer while her body arched into the contact.
Over Stackโs shoulder her eyes found Smoke again. He was already stripping. His fingers moved steadily down the remaining buttons of his shirt, the fabric falling open to show the hard lines of his chest and stomach. When he noticed her watching he didnโt look away or rush. He held her gaze and kept unbuttoning, letting her see every inch he revealed.
Stackโs hand slid between her thighs at the same moment. He pressed his fingers against her pussy through the soaked cotton of her panties, rubbing a line over her clit. The direct touch dragged a louder moan from her throat. Her eyes fell shut under the sensation as he head tipped back against the mattress.
Stack pulled back from her neck and looked at her.
โStand up for me, baby.โ
Mae shifted to the edge of the mattress and rose. Her legs trembled a little under her own weight. Stackโs hands came to her waist immediately, steadying her so she wouldnโt stumble.
Smoke moved in behind her. His palms ran slowly up and down her arms first before one hand slid around and gripped her breast through the thin fabric of her bra. Maeโs head tipped back against his shoulder on instinct.
Stackโs voice was low. โMe and Smoke gonโ take real good care of you.โ
Smokeโs mouth was close to her ear. โAnytime it get to be too much, you say the word and we stop."
โOkay,โ Mae breathed.
Smoke turned her face toward him with two fingers under her chin and kissed her. The first press of his mouth was firmer than Stackโs had been and a soft moan left her at the new sensation. She kissed him back while her body stayed framed between the two of them.
At the same time Stack leaned in and kissed a slow path down from her chest to her stomach. He sank to his knees in front of her. His fingers hooked into the waistband of both her skirt and her panties and drew them down together in one motion. The fabric pooled at her ankles.
He was met with the sight of her pretty, neatly trimmed pussy which was already glossy and creamy. A moan left Stackโs throat at the view.
โDamn, babyโฆ look at you.โ
Behind her, Smoke unclipped her bra with one hand. The straps slid down her arms and the garment fell away. His hands came up immediately, warm palms covering her bare breasts, thumbs stroking over her nipples as he kept kissing her.
Stack lifted one of Maeโs legs and settled it firmly over his shoulder. His hands locked on her hips, holding her so she wouldnโt slip between them. The position opened her completely to his mouth. He didnโt start slow. He dragged the flat of his tongue through her soaked folds in one long stroke from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit.
Maeโs moan tore out of her louder than before. โOh my Godโฆ fuck, thatโs so goodโโ
Stack groaned against her like the taste alone was enough to ruin him. He went deeper, licking her open with no patience left. His tongue pushed between her lips and fucked into her in short thrusts, scooping up the cream that was already coating her. He pulled out only to suck her clit between his lips and bat it with the tip of his tongue until her standing leg started to shake. Every time she tried to close her thighs he gripped her hips tighter and held her open.
He spread her with his thumbs so he could see everything, spat directly on her swollen clit, and watched it drip before sucking it back into his mouth with a loud sound. His tongue worked in circles, then flattened again so he could lick her from hole to clit in long strokes that left her glistening and dripping down his chin. When he pushed two fingers inside her while he kept sucking, the wet suck of her pussy around them made him moan harder into her.
Behind her, Smokeโs hands never stopped. He cupped her bare breasts, thumbs dragging over her nipples before pinching and rolling them until they were stiff.
โListen how wet you are. You gonโ cum on his tongue, Mae?โ
Maeโs arms moved without thinking. One slid up and wrapped around the back of Smokeโs neck. The other reached down and gripped the back of Stackโs head.
โIโm about to cumโโ she gasped.
She forced her eyes open and looked down. Stack was already staring up at her, gaze locked on hers even as his tongue dragged through her soaked folds and sucked hard on her clit. The sight of him on his knees, mouth glistening with her, face buried between her thighs, shoved her right to the edge.
Smokeโs mouth stayed close to her ear.
Maeโs body locked up. A violent shake ran through her as the orgasm tore free. She came with a high moan, pulsing hard against his mouth and spilling over his tongue, lips, and chin until his face was wet with her. Stack only gripped her hips tighter and kept licking her while Smoke held her upright from behind as she trembled between them.
Once the shaking finally eased and her breathing started to even out, Stack slid his hands under her and lifted her easily. He carried her the short distance to the bed and laid her down on her back against the mattress. Behind them, Smoke worked his belt open and pushed his pants down.
Stack looked at her. โI need to be inside you.โ
Mae responded. โThen stop talkinโ and put it in me.โ
Stackโs mouth curved into a smirk. He stepped back, undid his own belt, and let his pants and underwear fall. Both brothers stood naked in front of her now. The sight made her pussy clench hard. They were similar in length, but Smoke was longer and Stack was thicker.
โOpen your legs,โ Stack said. โSpread yourself for us.โ
Mae did as she was told. Her knees fell open wide and her hands reached down, fingers spreading her own folds apart so nothing was hidden. The brothers went quiet for a second as they looked. Her pussy was still flushed and swollen from the orgasm, the neat trim of hair framing her glistening lips that were parted and shiny with her release. Cream coated the inner folds and had dripped down to the tight pucker beneath. Her clit sat swollen and exposed at the top, still sensitive enough that the cool air of the room made her twitch.
Smoke let out a low curse under his breath. Stack only smirked again, eyes locked between her legs.
They moved in together. Stack settling between her thighs while Smoke stayed at her side. Smokeโs hand brushed her arm.
โ โMember what I said. It get to be too much, you tell us. We stop.โ
Mae nodded, eyes flicking between them.
Stack took his dick in hand and dragged the thick head up and down through her soaked folds. Then he pushed forward slowly, stretching her open until he was fully seated inside. He stayed still, jaw tight, giving both of them time to adjust to the sudden sensation.
Maeโs hand shot out and gripped his forearm, fingers digging in as she breathed through the full feeling of him.
Smokeโs voice stayed quiet beside her. โThatโs it. You doinโ good.โ
Stackโs eyes met hers. โCan I move?โ
When she gave a small nod, he pulled back and pushed in again. A shared moan broke from both of them. Stack cursed under his breath.
Stack kept moving inside her. His hands stayed firm on her hips, guiding every stroke so he sank all the way in each time.
โShitโฆ you feel so good,โ he groaned. โSo tight and wet around me. Keep takinโ it just like that.โ
Beside the bed, Smoke wrapped a hand around his own dick and stroked slowly, eyes locked on Maeโs face. He watched every scrunch of her brow and every open-mouthed sound that left her while his brother fucked her.
Mae reached over without looking and pushed Smokeโs hand away. Her fingers closed around the length of his dick and began stroking him in the same rhythm Stack was using inside her. Smokeโs reaction was immediate. His eyebrows furrowed tight and his head tipped back as a low groan rolled out of his throat.
With her other hand Mae grabbed Stackโs jaw and pulled him down. Their mouths met in a deep kiss, both of them moaning into it while Stack kept thrusting and her fist kept working Smokeโs dick. Stack broke the kiss just long enough to speak against her lips.
โGoddamn, you feel too goodโฆ donโt stop squeezinโ me like that. Just like that, baby.โ
Then he kissed her again while Smokeโs heavy breathing stayed close on her other side and the three of them moved together in the small room.
Mae did something unexpected. She tilted her head to the side, parted her lips, and took the head of Smokeโs dick into her mouth.
โShitโโ The word left Smoke, almost startled, as the wetness of her mouth closed around him.
She didnโt pull back. She took him deeper, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft. At the same time Stack kept thrusting into her, every stroke making her breasts bounce softly between them.
Stack watched the two of them for a second and let out a breathless laugh. โDamn, baby. Church girl got a real dirty side, huh?โ He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, then leaned down and pulled it into his mouth. He sucked hard, and the sudden sensation dragged a muffled moan out of Mae around Smokeโs cock. The vibration made Smokeโs hips twitch.
Smoke looked down at her. One hand settled lightly at the back of her head.
โThatโs it,โ he said. โKeep goinโ.โ
Maeโs eyes flicked up to meet his for a brief second before they fluttered shut again.
Stack kept thrusting into her while Maeโs mouth worked over Smoke. He shifted his weight and reached down between them, finding her clit with two fingers. He rubbed circles in time with every stroke.
Mae pulled off Smokeโs cock with a wet sound, head tipping back as a broken moan left her.
โIโm about to cum againโโ
Stackโs voice stayed close. โThatโs it, baby. Let it go. Cum on this dick for me. I got you.โ
Before the next cry could fully leave her throat, Smokeโs hand came up, caught her jaw, and turned her face to his. He kissed her hard, swallowing the sound as the orgasm hit. Mae shook hard between them, pussy clenching tight around Stack while she moaned into Smokeโs mouth. Wetness spilled out of her with every pulse, coating Stackโs dick and dripping down onto the sheets.
Stack kept moving through it, slower now, riding out the orgasm with her. When the worst of the trembling eased he kissed the side of her face and spoke against her skin.
โGood girl. You did so good for us.โ
Smoke pulled back from the kiss, still close enough that his breath brushed her mouth.
โYou got one more round in you?โ
Stackโs voice cut in. โWords, baby. โMember what I told you.โ
โYes,โ she said out loud.
Smoke gave a short nod. โGood. Get on your knees.โ
Mae shifted onto her hands and knees on the mattress. The sheets were already damp beneath her. Smoke moved in behind her, one hand settling on the small of her back to steady her. Stack knelt in front of her. He cupped her face in both hands, thumbs brushing slow over her cheeks.
โLook at you,โ he murmured. โYou so pretty.โ
Behind her, Smoke leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the center of her back, then another a little lower, right above the curve of her ass.
โYou ready for me?โ Smoke asked.
Mae started to nod. Stack clicked his tongue softly.
โAht aht. Use your words, now.โ
Stackโs mouth curved into a smile. โGood girl.โ
Smoke took himself in hand and lined the head of his dick up against her. He pushed in slow. Mae was still sensitive from the last orgasm. The length of him pulled a broken moan straight out of her throat. Smoke sank all the way in until his hips met her ass, then held dead still. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him in small pulses while she tried to breathe.
โEasy,โ Smoke muttered. โJust breathe. I ainโt movinโ till you ready.โ
Only when her arms stopped trembling and her breathing started to even out did he begin to move.
Stack rubbed the wet head of his dick across her lips, smearing himself over them. Mae looked up at him through her lashes, opened her mouth, and took him in.
Smokeโs pace picked up. The sharp sound of skin meeting skin filled the small office, mixing with the low crackle of Ma Rainey on the phonograph and the overlapping moans and grunts of all three of them. Stackโs hand stayed gentle in her hair while he watched her take both of them, and Smokeโs grip on her hip stayed firm as he fucked her deeper.
Smokeโs grip tightened on her hip as he kept driving into her.
โYou like both of us fuckinโ you like this?โ His voice was husky. โThis what you wanted?โ
Maeโs answer came out muffled around Stackโs dick, โMhm.โ
The sound shot straight through Stack. His head tipped back, a deep moan leaving his throat as her mouth kept working him.
Behind her, Smoke looked down. The sight of her ass rippling against his stomach with every thrust pulled a curse out of him. Her cream had already coated his cock, leaving wet streaks along his dick every time he pulled back.
Stackโs breathing turned heavier. His hand flexed in her hair.
โShit, babyโฆ you keep suckinโ me like that, you โbout to make me cum.โ
Mae started pushing back to meet every one of Smokeโs thrusts, throwing her ass against him hard while her hand slipped down to cup and roll Stackโs balls in her palm. The motion dragged deeper sounds out of both men.
Smokeโs hand came down in a stinging smack across one cheek. Stack let out a breathless chuckle, eyes low as he watched her work both of them.
Smokeโs was focused on the way she kept pushing back onto him. โCum on this dick. Let me feel that shit.โ
Mae did. The orgasm tore through her suddenly. Her whole body jerked, pussy clamping down tight and spilling fresh cream around him.
The sound of her cumming pulled both of them over the edge right behind her. Smoke pulled out with a rough curse and stroked himself twice before painting thick ropes across her back and the curve of her ass. At the same time Stack slipped from her mouth and came across her cheeks and lips with a broken groan.
For a long moment the only sounds in the office were their uneven breathing and the soft crackle of the phonograph needle at the end of the record.
Stack recovered first. โShitโsorry โbout that, baby. Hold on now.โ
He moved quick, grabbing two clean cloths from the small washstand in the corner. He tossed one to his brother and kept the other. Smoke wiped the mess from her back with careful strokes. Stack tilted her chin up with two fingers and cleaned her face just as carefully.
When they were done they eased her down onto her side on the bed, rearranging the pillow under her head so sheโd be comfortable. Both men started gathering their clothes in the low light.
Mae just watched them from the mattress. Awe sat on her face as she took in the two of them getting dressed like what had just happened was both ordinary and completely unreal at the same time.
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Once Mae was dressed again, the twins offered to take her home and she agreed.
Smoke stayed behind a moment to lock the front door of the joint while Stack walked her out to the car. He opened the rear door for her and waited until she was settled in the back seat before closing it gently. Then he climbed into the front passenger side and turned halfway so he could see her.
For a short while it was just the two of them in the car.
Stack spoke first. โYou doinโ alright back there? Ainโt no shame if you need a minute.โ
Mae looked at the back of his seat. โIโm alright. Just tired.โ
He gave a small nod. โLong night. You handled yourself better than most wouldโve.โ
Before she could answer, the driverโs door opened and Smoke slid behind the wheel. He glanced at her then at his brother.
Mae gave him the street name and the crossroads near her fatherโs house. Smoke nodded once. He knew the area well enough.
He started the engine and pulled away from the curb. For a few blocks the only sound was the low rumble of the car and the occasional soft thump of the tires over uneven road. Then the brothers fell into conversation like she wasnโt even there.
โDelivery came up short again,โ Smoke said, eyes on the road. โWhiskey and the beer. Man claimed the truck had trouble outside Greenville.โ
Stack sucked his teeth. โThatโs the second time this month. We keep lettinโ it slide, he gonโ think we soft.โ
โI already told him next short load we take our business elsewhere. He didnโt like hearinโ it.โ
โGood. What about the door? Weekend crowd gettinโ thicker. That boy we got now too slow when it get packed.โ
Smokeโs hands stayed steady on the wheel. โI been thinkinโ the same. Might bring Cornbread in on Friday and Saturday. He know how to keep folks in line without startinโ more trouble than he stop.โ
Mae stayed quiet in the back seat, hands folded in her lap, eyes on the dark road sliding past them. She tried not to listen too hard, giving them the space to handle their own affairs. Her mind, though, refused to stay still.
The whole night replayed itself in pieces. She wondered how much of it had been planned. Had the man at the bar been random chance, or had one of them let the situation play out so Smoke could step in looking like a savior? Had he really been defending herโฆ or had he just been clearing the path so both of them could get in her panties later?
The questions sat heavy in her chest.
A stretch of silence settled over the car after the brothers finished talking business.
Mae shifted in the back seat, fingers twisting together in her lap. The questions that had been circling her mind the whole ride finally pushed their way up.
โCan I say somethinโ?โ
โGo โhead,โ Stack said.
Mae drew a thin breath. โWas everything planned? The man at the barโฆ you showinโ up right when you didโฆ all of it?โ
Another silence settled, thicker than the first. The longer it stretched, the more she regretted asking. She opened her mouth to take it back, already stumbling toward an apology, but Smoke spoke before she could get the words out.
โYou ainโt got no reason to apologize.โ He kept his eyes on the road. โI meant what I did back there. I donโt care for seeinโ no woman get disrespected like that. Wasnโt no setup. Man put his hands on you, I handled it. Thatโs all.โ
Stack turned more fully in his seat so he could look at her straight.
โHeโs tellinโ the truth. But we ainโt gonโ sit here and lie to you either. We felt somethinโ the second you walked through that door. Way you moved, way you carried yourself. Stood out from everybody else in the room.โ He let a small smile pull at his mouth. โAnd look at youโฆ sexy as hell. Hard not to notice a woman like that.โ
The blunt compliment caught her off guard. A surprised laugh slipped out of her before she could stop it. Stack chuckled with her. In the driverโs seat Smoke just shook his head once, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was fighting a smile of his own.
โSmokestack twins donโt fake nothinโ,โ Smoke said. โNever have. If we want somethinโ, we go after it. Simple as that. Donโt need to play games to do it.โ
Stackโs voice softened again. โYou ainโt got nothinโ to worry about, baby. Not with us.โ
The words settled over the heavy doubts that had been sitting in her chest since they left the joint. Bit by bit the tight feeling loosened.
They pulled up in front of her house.The street was still quiet. Most of the windows along the block were dark, and the only sound was the low idle of the engine.
Stack got out first. He came around to the rear door and opened it for her, offering a hand as she stepped onto the sidewalk. Once she was steady on her feet he pulled her into a quick hug and pressed a light kiss to her cheek.
Mae glanced past his shoulder toward the driverโs side. Smoke sat behind the wheel, one wrist resting on top of it. When their eyes met he gave her a single nod.
โI enjoyed myself,โ Mae said.
Smokeโs answered. โWe glad you did.โ
Stackโs mouth curved into a smile . โDonโt be a stranger, now. You welcome back anytime. Doorโs open.โ He reached for her hand, lifted it, and kissed the back of her knuckles before letting go.
As she started up the short walk toward the porch, Stack called after her.
โSing good at church in the morninโ, you hear?โ
Mae felt a real laugh rise in her chest. She shook her head without turning around. She unlocked the front door, slipped inside, and closed it softly.
For a moment she simply stood in the dark entryway, back against the wood, letting the silence of the house settle around her. Then she moved to the front window, pinched the curtain between two fingers, and drew it back only an inch. Outside, the carโs headlights swept across the street as Smoke pulled away from the curb. She watched the glow of the car shrink and finally disappear around the corner, leaving the block empty and quiet again.
Mae walked deeper into the quiet house. The floorboards creaked softly under her feet. At the end of the short hall a door stood cracked open, a thin line of light cutting across the dark floor. Soft gospel music drifted out.
She hesitated a second, then pushed the door open a little wider.
Reverend James sat at his desk in the small study, Bible open under the lamp, a yellow legal pad covered in his careful handwriting. A half-empty glass of water sat near his elbow. He looked up and offered her a smile.
โYouโre back late.โ
Mae kept her voice calm. โMe and Marlene lost track of time. The baby was fussy most of the evening. We got to talkinโ after he finally settled.โ
He studied her face for a moment in the lamplight. She held still and let him look. Finally he simply nodded.
โGet some rest. Church in the morninโ.โ
She closed the door with care so the latch wouldnโt sound too loud and stood alone in the dark hallway. Her eyes fell shut. Guilt settled heavy and immediate in her chest. Two sins in one night. She knew both were wrong. But underneath the guilt lived the memory of how good it had felt. The two feelings refused to cancel each other out. They simply sat side by side and made her heart beat harder.
Mae went to her bedroom and undressed in the dark. The air cooled her bare skin. She left the clothes in a small pile and walked into the narrow bathroom, turning the taps until hot water thundered into the claw-foot tub. While it filled she stood in front of the mirror above the sink. She lifted her hands and let them follow the path the twinsโ hands had taken. She slowly went across her arms, up the side of her neck, over the curve of her breasts, then lower between her thighs where she was still sensitive and a little sore. The memories rose vivid and immediate. She pulled her hand away before the feeling could climb any higher and forced herself to focus on the bath instead.
When the water was steaming she stepped in and sank down slowly until it closed over her shoulders. A involuntary moan left her throat at the simple heat of it. She rested her head against the curved back of the tub and let her eyes close.
In a way the water felt like washing the night from her skin, preparing her mind for the choir loft and the hymns. She knew she would stand there in a few hours and open her mouth and let the old songs come out clean and pure, exactly as expected. She also knew, with the same certainty that lived under the guilt, that this would not be the last time she saw the Smokestack twins.
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