Line #3
Summary: Modern AU - A lonely widow found herself drawn to the silent power of one of the construction foremen working across the street, unaware that heād been watching her right back.
Pairing: Annie x Elijah "Smoke" Moore
Warnings: 18+, explicit language, smutty smut, sexual tension, fantasizing, window watching, throat training, unprotected sex, soft dom!smoke, sub!annie, praise kink, dirty talk, aftercare
Word count: 5.8k
For fanfic contest winner @lizbehave Also, someone on here stated they were interested in reading a lonely!annie x construction worker!smoke vibe going on, so I just incorporated it!! :)
Line #2 (part two)
Annie wasnāt a bored or neglected housewife. She was a widow, four and a half years out from losing the man she loved. She rebuilt her life piece by piece, and now she yearned for thrilling intimacy.
She buried all of that smoldering desire right in the ground with her husband.
She hasnāt been kissed since. She hasnāt been held or touched by anyone in almost five years. Her friends kept encouraging her to āget back out there,ā but Annie stopped entertaining ideas like that years ago. She wasnāt lonely out of helplessness, more so out of habit.
That was until Smoke showed up.
This wasnāt some random fling either. It was the first spark sheās felt in damn near half a decade, and it scared the hell out of her.
Still, she watched him from her living room window. Not because she was reckless or unhappy but because she was surprised her body was capable of craving a manās touch again.
Annie never meant to start watching the construction crew. At least not at first.
For the first few weeks, the noise alone was enough to put her on edge. The rumble of trucks, the metal-on-metal clatter, and the constant echo of unfamiliar voices in a neighborhood that had been too quiet for too long.
Four and a half years. That was how long the house had felt like a museum after her husband passed. Everything was still, untouched, and preserved in a way that made the silence feel sacred yet unbearable.
She kept herself busy and remained polite to the neighbors. She kept herself busy, but inevitably she missed being touched, kissed, and desired. The intimacy of it all is what she needed.
She sealed those doors shut and thought they would never open again, but then the construction crew arrived. He arrived. A man she heard them call Smoke. A broad-shouldered foreman, low-cut fade, work boots, and a voice that carried across the street even when he wasnāt trying. The kind of man you couldnāt help but notice.
Annie didnāt mean to notice him. She willed herself not to, but she hadnāt felt her pulse skip like that in years. She hadnāt looked at anyone with curiosity in practically five years.
Watching him became an accident first that turned into a habit and then into a secret.
She would stand at the kitchen window with her raspberry leaf tea, pretending to study the weather, the mail truck, or the neighborās Great Dane when she was really observing Smoke. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, his calloused hands, the way he carried lumber with ease, and especially the way he wiped sweat from the back of his neck with slow, effortless confidence.
Annie felt silly. Ridiculously restless and alive in a way that made her feel guilty and hopeful at the same time. Her chest ached with it like thawing after a long winter.
One morning, while she rinsed dishes just to occupy her trembling hands, she made the mistake of looking again. She caught him mid-break, leaning against the truck, sunlight cutting across his shoulders.
And this time, he was already looking at her. Not the typical glance but a direct, deliberate, slow sweep of his eyes from her window to her face. He wouldnāt look away, so Annie went still, breath caught somewhere between her lungs and throat.
Smoke's lips curved into a knowing smile as he dipped his head in a slight nod, as though he had been waiting for her to look back at him.
Annieās heart didnāt just skip this time; it woke up.
Annie almost didnāt answer the knock.
She was in the middle of forcing herself not to look out the window again, telling her heart it was just nerves and curiosity. Nothing is as dangerous as interest.
But the knock came again, firmer this time, shaking the quiet house that had been hers alone for four years and change.
She wiped her hands on her sweater and opened the door. Smoke stood on her porch. Up close, he was even taller than he looked from the window, shoulders broad beneath a worn white t-shirt, safety vest unzipped, boots speckled with dried earth.
āAfternoon,ā he said, voice deep enough to hum across her skin.
Annieās breath stuttered slightly, but it was enough for him to catch, and he lifted a brow.
āSorry to bother you, maāam. We got some utility questionsāwater line, maybe electrical. Lotta old houses on this block, yours included.ā
It wasnāt rude or even flirty. It was justā¦direct. Like he didnāt have the patience for anything halfway.
Annie nodded and stepped aside.
āOhāyes, um. Come in. Let meā¦let me see if I can find the paperwork my husbandāā
Her voice caught, not so much in a dramatic way but enough for the sentence to break like a thin stick.
Smokeās eyes flicked up sharp, noticing the slight change in her body language.
āYour husband,ā he echoed gently. āHe around?ā
āNo,ā Annie said softly. āHeā¦passed. A while ago.ā
Smoke straightened a fraction, the subtle way men do when they adjust their energy out of respect. His voice shifted, the edge smoothing into something warmer. āMy condolences.ā
āThank you.ā Annie nodded. āItās been four and a half years. Iāmā¦managing.ā
Smoke nodded once, not out of pity, but acknowledgment. He was no stranger to death.
āStill,ā he murmured. āThat kind of thing donāt ever get easy.ā
She swallowed. āNo. It donāt.ā
A reverent beat passed before he stepped inside. His presence filled the hallway instantly, grounding and heavy. Annie became acutely aware of her fuzzy socks, her unkempt coils, and the way her heartbeat sped up with each step he took.
Smoke glanced around, observing. āYou here by yourself most days?ā he asked, his tone seemingly casual, but she knew better.
āYes,ā she answered before she could think of a polite deflection. āItās just me now.ā
Smoke hummed low in his chest. āMmhmm. I figured.ā
She blinked. āā¦Figured?ā
He met her eyes finally, kobicha on cafe noir, and there was no teasing or arrogance in his gaze, no playful smirk like the one he tossed at her from the street.
āYou got that quiet look about you,ā he said softly. āThe kind folks get when the house stay empty too long.ā
Something in Annieās throat tightened unexpectedly, but before she could respond, he walked farther in, boots thudding lightly on the hardwood, tool bag dropping beside his foot.
āShow me wherever you keep the paperwork,ā he said gently. āIāll handle the rest.ā
His tone wasnāt commanding, yet she still felt like it wasnāt optional either. In an odd way, it made her feel safe.
Annie nodded and led him toward the kitchen. She reached for the high drawer where her husband once kept every manual and warranty, but her hand trembled.
Smokeās voice came from right behind her. āYou okay?ā
He was so close that she froze. He wasnāt touching her, but he was close enough that she felt the heat of him and the weight of his attention.
āIām fine,ā she assured. āJustā¦old memories.ā
Smoke exhaled through his nose, slow and steady. āAināt nothing wrong with that.ā
She looked back at him and steadily held her gaze in a reserved way that strong men do when they decide you deserve it. With a faint smirk that shouldnāt have made her pulse trip the way it did, he added, āBesidesā¦you got new memories to make now.ā
Her thighs clenched involuntarily, and she bit down on her tongue to stifle the desperate noise that almost escaped.
Smoke followed her into the kitchen with that slow, heavy-footed walk of a man who never had to do too much to command a room. Annie could still feel him behind her. Especially the warmth from the weight of his attention as she sifted through the drawer for the utility folder.
She found it, pulled it out, and set it on the counter, fingers tapping across it. Smoke didnāt reach for it. He reached for her instead, stepping close enough that she felt the faint puffs of his breath against the side of her neck.
āYou always this jumpy?ā
Annieās fingers tightened on the folder. āI ain't jumpy,ā she lied.
āMmhmm.ā He leaned a hip into the counter, arms crossing over his chest. āFunny, āCause you stay flinchinā every time I get close by you.ā
She turned to glare at him, but the second she faced him fully, she made the mistake of looking into eyes too observant to fool. He studied her face for a few seconds, then his curious eyes dropped to her mouth, then to the hollow of her throat, then right back to her eyes, like heād mapped the whole thing in one breath.
Annie swallowed hard, and Smokeās lips curved at her tell.
āThere it go,ā he acknowledged. āThat look you get.ā
āWhat look?ā
He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his gaze. āThe window look.ā
Her stomach dropped. āWhatāwhat do you mean?ā
āNah, donāt be shy now.ā He let out a low laugh. āYou been watchinā me since the first day we pulled up.ā
Annieās entire body went still. Oop, she was caught. Her fault for not being subtle.
Smoke stepped closer, slow enough to give her time to back away if she wanted, and she didnāt.
āYou think I donāt see you?ā he continued, voice dipping warm and deep. āKitchen light on every morning. Curtains just barely pulled back. You stand in the same spot, acting like you just makinā tea.ā
Her cheeks burned, blush hidden by her cocoa-colored skin.
āAnd I been letting you watch,ā he admitted softly, āāCause I like the way you look at me.ā
That sentence knocked all the air out of her chest.
Smoke reached into his back pocket, pulled out a small black notebook, the kind foremen keep for measurements and supply lists. He flipped it open with one hand. āSince you like lookinā so muchā¦letās make sure it leads to something.ā
He clicked his pen, set the notebook on the counter, and slid it toward her. Annie just stared at it.
āWrite,ā he instructed.
āā¦Write what?ā
āThree things.ā He explained, his voice unhurried. āThree fantasies. Whateverās been sittinā in that pretty head while you watch me work.ā
She inhaled sharply, willing herself not to panic. āIāI donātāSmoke, I canāt justāā
āYes, you can,ā he said simply. āAnd you will.ā
Her pulse fluttered. āYou beingāā
āDirect,ā he finished. āNot pushy. Just finally answerinā the call your body been makinā for weeks now.ā
She opened her mouth to deny it, lips closing when he leaned in, nose grazing her cheek teasingly.
āAnnie,ā he sighed deeply, voice like gravel and heat. āI know want when I see it. You aināt hidinā nothinā from me, woman.ā
Her knees damn near gave out, giving SWV a run for their money right in her kitchen.
Smoke nodded toward the notebook again. āThree fantasies,ā he repeated softly. āYou write āem down, and Iāll stop by on Friday.ā
Her eyes widened. āW-Why Friday?ā
He smirked. āāCause thatās the first day Iām free long enough to make one of āem come true.ā
Annieās breath hitched so sharply she almost choked on it.
Smokeās fingers brushed her wrist lightly, barely there, but enough to center her. āLook at me.ā
She did. He held her gaze with quiet certainty, no pressure, no rush, just a man giving her a choice she didnāt expect to want that badly.
āIf you donāt want this, baby,ā he said, voice gentle and firm, āTell me now. Iāll walk out that door, fix what needs fixinā, and youāll never feel me cross a line.ā
Annie lowered her eyes to the notebook, blinking rapidly at the three lines he numbered neatly.
āDonāt censor yourself,ā he encouraged. āI aināt scared of what you want.ā
She believed him, and the pen grazed the page. The first fantasy came out shaky. The second, a little bolder. The thirdā¦she hesitated.
Smoke stepped closer; his chest grazed her back. āYou stuck?ā
Annie nodded once.
Smoke leaned in, his voice a comforting rumble in her ear. āLast oneās always the truth,ā he said. āThe one you aināt never told nobody. The one you think you shouldnāt want.ā
She sighed deeply and nodded again.
āWrite that, baby.ā
Her hand moved before her brain caught up, blue ink scratching softly against paper.
When she finished the third, she stared at the notebook like it might burst into flames. Then, slowly, she folded the page over twice, palms damp, the words suddenly too real, too intimate, too exposed.
Smoke held out his hand. āGive it here.ā
She swallowed and placed the folded paper into his palm. Her fingertips brushed calloused skin, warm and rough, and a jolt of heat shot up her arm.
He didnāt move to open it yet. Instead, he slipped the paper into the chest pocket of his vest, tapping it once with two fingers. āIāll read it later.ā
Annie blinked. āā¦Later?ā
Smoke nodded, lips curving into a wicked little half-smile. āYou aināt ready to watch my face while I read it.ā
Finally, she whispered as her nerves eased. āā¦Friday?ā
He couldnāt help but grin. āFriday.ā
He grabbed his tool bag, flung it over his shoulder, and paused in the kitchen doorway. His gaze drifted to his pocket, where her folded fantasy lay.
āI got a feelinā number three gonna be something I always wanted to try too.ā
Smoke walked to the front door, and the cool late afternoon air rushed in when he opened it. He gave one last look at her, eyes warm, voice low and commanding. āLock up behind me, Annie.ā
Then he made his exit, leaving her breathless as her mind raced, and she knew that somewhere on his walk back across the street, he touched his pocket again, just to make sure the paper was still there.
The folded paper sat heavy in Smokeās vest pocket all morning. Heād felt it there through every task. Through measurements, shouted instructions, the scrape of metal, and the grind of machinery. It was ridiculous, really. A single piece of paper shouldnāt have been able to pull his focus like thatā¦but it did. Because Annie wrote it.
Despite the anticipation, Smoke waited until his lunch break to read it. He leaned against the side of the truck, pulled off his gloves, and finally slipped the paper free. He unfolded it carefully, smoothing the creases with his thumb like the words deserved patience.
The first line made his mouth twitch. The second made his jaw tighten, and the third line made him still. Brown eyes darkening with desire and blood rushing too fast to his dick, he had to take a steadying breath.
His eyes tracked the line once, twice and even a third time to make sure he was reading it correctly. A slow breath left him through his nose; the corner of his mouth lifted despite himself.
āOh,ā he chuckled quietly. āSo thatās what we doinā first.ā
āDo what first?ā
Smoke didnāt even look up as Bo leaned against the next truck over, hard hat tilted back, eyes sharp and curious. Heād worked with Smoke long enough to know something was different.
āYou been smilinā all day,ā Bo said. āYou never smile at work. You barely crack a smile at birthdays.ā
Smoke folded the paper back up, slid it into his pocket like it was something precious, then reached for his water bottle.
āMind your business, Chow,ā he said calmly.
Bo squinted at him. āNah, see, now itās my business. You smiling, you quiet, you aināt cussed anybody out yet. Somethingās wrong.ā
Smoke took a longer drink, eyes fixed on the street across the way, on Annieās house, still and quiet in the distance.
āNothingās wrong,ā he assured. āSomethingās just⦠planned.ā
Bo followed his gaze, looked at the house, and then back at Smoke.
āOh,ā Bo muttered slowly. āThat house.ā
Smoke shot him a look, and Bo raised both hands. āSay less. I see how you be staring. I just aināt know she was the reason you finally decided to be pleasant.ā
Smoke scoffed. āPleasant is a stretch, Chow.ā
Bo grinned. āSo what she got you smilinā like that for?ā
Smoke adjusted his vest, fingers brushing the pocket again, voice dropping just a notch. āShe finally told me what she wants.ā
Bo raised both eyebrows. āAnd?ā
Smoke's lips curled into a smug grin. āAnd I know exactly how Iām gonna give it to her.ā
Bo chuckled as he shook his head. āMan, you dangerous.ā
Smoke didnāt deny it. He never did.
The lunch horn sounded off loudly and sharply, so Smoke pushed himself off the truck and put on his gloves, mentally rearranging his Friday plans.
Bo called after him, āHey! You cominā back all calm and smilinā like this, Iām tellinā HR you in love.ā
Smoke didnāt look back. āTell HR to mind they business too.ā As he walked back to work, he tapped his pocket once more just to make sure the paper was still there. Friday was already decided, and Annie didnāt even know what she was in for.
ā Friday afternoon ā
Annie had been pacing for ten minutes. Sheād checked the clock twice and the window once, then told herself to stop hovering like an inexperienced teenager waiting on a crush. Still, when the firm knock came, her heart jumped like it recognized the sound before her brain could catch up.
She opened the door, and Smoke stood there like heād always belonged on her porch. Unwrinkled white tank top, work boots, vest slung over one shoulder, clean fingernails, determination in his posture, and no uncertainty in his eyes. Just calm anticipation and that same soothing presence that had followed her since the first time he caught her watching.
āHi,ā she greeted warmly.
He didnāt smile right away, just looked at her and assessed her microexpressions, then nodded once.
āHey,ā he said calmly. āIām here for the throat training.ā
Annie laughed in surprise. She had no idea he would pick the third option. Her thighs clenched, and her mouth opened and then closed. Then she laughed again, a soft, breathless noise of nervousness.
āYouāyou canāt just say that at my door.ā
Smokeās lips finally curved, small and knowing.
āWhy not?ā he asked. āYou wrote it. And Iām down for it.ā
Heat rushed up her neck and all the way to her cheeks.
He stepped inside without crowding but close enough to feel. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing the quiet house around them.
Smoke locked the door before he set his vest down carefully, like he was already moving with intention.
āBefore we get started,ā he said, voice lowering, āwe gonna talk.ā
āOkay,ā she whispered.
Smoke turned fully toward her now, hands relaxed at his sides, expression serious in a way that made her feel safe instead of nervous.
āI read what you wrote,ā he continued. āAll of it. And I chose throat training ācause I know what it really means.ā
Her pulse fluttered, but she didnāt interrupt.
āIt aināt about impressing me,ā he said quietly. āItās about trust. Control. You lettinā go because you safe to do so.ā
She swallowed around the nervous lump in her throat and nodded.
Smoke stepped closer. āYou okay with me leadinā?ā he asked. āYou okay with me correctinā you if I need to?ā āAnd you okay with me takinā care of you after, no matter how far we go?ā
Her voice came out steadier than they both expected. āYes.ā
āYou pick a safe word?ā
āYes. Itās bayou.ā
He nodded in agreement. āBayou.ā
He fired off more rules. āSince your mouth gonā be preoccupied, you need to use your fingers and tap me anywhere. Twice to slow down and three times to stop completely. Okay?ā
He watched her face closely, searching for hesitation. There wasnāt any just heated anticipation.
āAnd Annie,ā he added softly, āDonāt hide from me. You puttinā all your trust in me, and I promise you wonāt regret it.ā
She met his eyes. āI trust you.ā
Something warm settled in his gaze. A mix of approval, pride, and protectiveness.
āGood,ā he affirmed. āThen we on the same page.ā
Smoke watched her for a long second after she uttered those three words.
I trust you.
The conviction and absolute surrender in her voice shifted something in him. It changed his certainty into hunger. The kind that settled in the chest and stayed.
Without warning, he finally closed the distance. One hand came up to her jaw, firm and sure, thumb pressing just beneath her chin as he kissed her deep, stealing the breath right out of her lungs like heād been waiting all week to do exactly that. There was no more hesitation. No more permission being asked.
Her knees buckled and her fingers clutched at his t-shirt as her heart raced and sweet heat bloomed between her thighs.
When he finally pulled back, he pressed his close forehead to hers, breath warm and voice deep with arousal.
āMmhmm,ā he said quietly. āYou mine now.ā
She inhaled sharply at his claim.
āMine to cherish,ā he continued, thumb brushing her lower lip deliberately. āAnd mine to ruin.ā
The words landed like a spark to dry tinder. She didnāt feel owned. She felt chosen. Seen. Desired. Smoke awakened something in her she hadnāt been since before grief taught her how deep numbness can dig.
Smoke straightened just enough to offer his hand again, this time with a promise in his eyes instead of a question. āCome on, Annie,ā he encouraged softly. āI got you.ā
She took his hand, and the nerves disappeared with each step they took upstairs.
Once they stepped into her bedroom, Smoke shut the door.
He stared at her while he removed his boots and socks. āClothes off.ā
She removed her shirt and bra, then her shorts and panties, revealing her busty chest and voluptuous figure.
He made a small sound of approval. āBeautiful.ā All the blood rushed to Smokeās dick, bringing him to full hardness.
Once she was fully bare, he gave another command. āOn your knees.ā
She dropped to her knees on her bedroom floor and settled her palms against her thick thighs.
He stepped closer until he was in front of her. āGood girl.ā
The praise not only warmed her chest but also grounded her. It made her feel alive.
Slowly he began to remove the rest of his clothes. He started with his white tee, revealing a toned chest and abs out of this world. Annie bit her lip. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down along with his briefs, kicking them aside. Annie couldnāt help but gasp at his impressive size. Her mouth watered hungrily, and the anticipation turned sharper.
He cupped her face as he bent over. āYou comfortable?ā
She nuzzled into his hands, soft lips brushing his wrist with a light kiss, āYes, Smoke.ā
āGood,ā he hummed approvingly as he straightened up. āGet it nice and wet.ā
Annie nodded in response, extending her neck to catch the tip of Smokeās dick. Smoke adjusted his stance, bending his knees slightly so she didnāt have to strain her neck as much and nudging the head of his dick against her bottom lip before gently pressing past her lips. She instantly sealed her lips around Smokeās dick, the tight suction causing him to close his eyes, tip his head back, and release a deep groan. He stayed there for a bit and allowed her to explore his length and adjust to his girth.
Smoke hissed as he began to thrust forward until half of his dick was encased in wet heat. Annie took it with relative ease; Smoke couldnāt even tell she hadnāt given head in years. Still the voluptuous woman struggled a bit with the man's girth. Smoke pushed further until the crown of his dick hit the back of her mouth, causing Annie to gag just the tiniest bit.
āThere you go,ā he encouraged sweetly. āThink you can take me deeper?ā
She nodded, eyes glinting with excitement and unshed tears.
He chuckled softly, āYou sure? You already gagging, baby.ā
Too eager to please Smoke and showcase her skills, Annie bobbed her head faster as if her true calling on earth was to suck the stress out of Smokeās body right through his dick as fast as she could.
āFuuuckā¦ā The surprised sound ripped out of him, guttural and borderline desperate. His hand slid into her hair, fingers gripping her curls as he fucked her face, slowly at first, but when he searched her face for signs of discomfort, he only found hunger and satisfaction, so he sped up his pace. āLook how pretty you look swallowing my dick.ā
The closer his tip reached the back of her throat the more instructions and praises fell from his lips.
āBreathe through your nose, baby.ā
āThatās it.ā
āYou doing so good, Annie.ā
Every few minutes his eyes flicked between her face and hands, making sure her fingers were nowhere near safe wording and that she was comfortable. One hand was settled against her thigh, and the other was braced against his knee, completely locked in as she took him deeper down her throat, drool pooling at the sides of her mouth, breaths coming in shorter and sharper.
āRelax your jaw just a little bit more. Let me in.ā
āMmhmm. There you go.ā
āYou doing exactly what I said. Good girl.ā
His control was slipping fast. āFuckālisten to those pretty sounds. You like choking on my dick, donāt you?ā
She nodded as hot tears spilled from her eyes and spit dripped down her chin, grip tightening on his knee.
āLook at you being a star pupil,ā he praised, thumbs swiping the tears from her cheeks. āThose pretty lips refusing to let my dick go. Such a good. fuckinā. girl.ā
Annie hummed around him, hollowing her cheeks, watching the way his eyes squeezed shut and his chest heaved. Every time he moaned a praise, she took him deeper, pushing him closer to the edge.
āOh shit,ā he blurted, inhaling sharply as he felt his orgasm approaching. āStop, stop. I donāt wanna come yet.ā He quickly pulled out of her mouth and stroked his spit-glistening dick while he yanked her up with his free hand, not ever bothering to wipe away the drool before pulling her into a sloppy kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head to deepen the kiss, tongue swirling against his.
He broke the kiss and gripped her chin, making her look up into his eyes. āYou were so good for me. You did such a good job, baby.ā
She beamed at him, chest swelling with pride and satisfaction. Before she could thank him, he released her chin and gently pushed her down onto the bed.
āLay back and spread your legs for me.ā He instructed as he kneeled at the foot of the bed, grip loose around her ankles.
Before she could settle comfortably against the duvet, his mouth closed around her clit. Tongue hot, wet, and relentless as it flicked and swirled like heād been starved for weeks, like heād been dreaming of the exact taste.
Her back arched, and a cry spilled out before she could catch it. āSmāSmokeāā
He groaned against her, the vibration surging through every nerve. His hands pinned her thighs open as his tongue plunged into her entrance, lapping at the wetness.
āShitāoh my god,ā she gasped, clutching at the sheets, her whole body trembling.
He pulled back just long enough to growl, full lips glistening with her slick, āGood girlā¦you taste so good, Annie.ā
Then he dove back in, his tongue circling her throbbing clit with maddening precision, his name on her lips turning into broken moans. The pressure built fast, almost unbearably so.
āSmokeāfuck, Iāmāā
He moaned into her, skilled tongue applying more pressure, and the orgasm ripped through her. She jerked, her body convulsing as a pleasurable scream tore out of her throat. He continued to lick her through it, grip tightening on her thighs while she thrashed against the bed and whimpered his name over and over. He placed a tender kiss against her sensitive clit once her breathing eased.
He climbed up the bed, slotting himself in between her legs, muttering filthy praises against her lips as he kissed her hungrily. She moaned at the sweet taste of her wetness on his tongue and deepened the kiss.
He lined himself up and sank into her carefully, teeth gritting at her tight warmth. She broke the kiss and gasped, the pressure deeper than she remembered.
His forehead dropped to hers, and he cursed, āShitāevery time I think Iām back in control here, you go unraveling me.ā
Her nails dragged down his muscled back. āSmokeāoh myāā
āSay it again,ā he demanded, taking slower breaths as he began to fuck her deep and sharp.
āSmoke!ā she repeated, moans growing louder with each thrust. She knew her throat would be raw and voice hoarse in the morning, but she didnāt care. She was living in the present.
He shuddered, lips crashing to hers again as the room filled with the wet slap of skin and sounds of pleasure.
āI can feel that tight pussy stretching. Open up for me, baby.ā
āSo good, Smoke,ā she gasped, clutching his giant arms and spreading her legs wider to grant him better access.Ā
āSuch a good fuckinā girl,ā he cooed, eyes following the cream dripping down his length. āYou got my dick soaked. You claiminā me with that wet-ass pussy?ā
āYes, yes, yes,ā she rasped.
āMmhmm.ā
āYou feel so good inside me, Smoke.ā
āYeah? You like the way I fuck you?ā
āMmm, I love the way you fuck me,ā she emphasized, pretty brown eyes glazed over with lust. āPlease donāt stop, Smoke.ā
āGoddamn, baby. Keep talkinā like that and see what happen.ā
The sound of skin meeting skin rang louder, and her cries mixed with his groans.
āFuuuckāAnnie,ā he growled, voice cracking, āyou feel too fuckinā good.ā
Her fingers tugged at the sheets, hips rolling up to meet every thrust. āSmokeāyesādonāt stop. IāIām gonna come.ā
His grip tightened on her hips, pulling her into him harder and faster until they were both huffing and puffing like theyād been ripped apart and stitched back together all at once.
āBe my good girl and come on this dick.ā
Her orgasm built faster this time, her moans pitching higher while his groans got rougher, both of them teetering right at the edge, but he wasnāt coming until she climaxed again.
āSmokeāā
āAnnieāā
āIāIāOh myāā
āMmhmm, I feel it,ā he grunted, his snapping sharper and sharper. āShow me how good you can be with that come.ā
The second orgasm hit Annie like a lightning strike, violent and consuming. Her body seized, and her moans of bliss followed. Smoke couldnāt get enough of how responsive her body was.
āGood girl. So goddamn pretty when you come on this dick.ā
āI want you to come, Smoke.ā she managed to get the words out in between sharp breaths.
āYeah?ā
āMmhmm.ā
He pulled out and helped her up. āOn your knees.ā
She sat back on her legs as he stood up on the bed. She didnāt even hesitate as she gripped the base of his dick and took the tip between her lips.
āFuck yes,ā he hissed as he cupped the back of her head, āMake me come.ā
Smoke let out a curse, which escalated into an intense growl as Annie stroked his length with both hands, sucking hard and fast, determined to push him over the edge. She took him as far as she could, bobbing her head up and down, her hands alternating between stroking his length and massaging his balls.
āFuckfuckfuckāIām about to come,ā he warned as he held her head in place and shot his load down her throat. She never took her eyes off of him as she swallowed every drop he gave her. He cursed as she licked the sensitive tip, and he pulled away from her, admiring her passionately for a few seconds before dropping to his knees and tilting them both back against the pillows.
The room returned to its hushed atmosphere. Not the kind of silence that felt empty but the kind that was thick with shared breath and the echo of what had just happened. Annie lay back against the pillows, chest rising and falling, limbs loose, and body humming like it had finally been allowed to rest.
Smoke was just as blissed out beside her. He shifted onto his side and reached for her without urgency, palm warm as it settled against her stomach like he was anchoring her to the bed and to him. His thumb traced slow, absent circles against her soft skin as he checked in quietly. āYou still with me?ā
She smiled without opening her eyes. āYes. Iām here.ā
āGood,ā he exhaled slowly. āYou scared me for a second.ā
āYou?ā she asked softly as she turned toward him. āScared?ā
Smoke huffed a low laugh, shaking his head. āI came in here thinkinā I was the one in control.ā His gaze dropped to her lips and then back up to her eyes. āDidnāt expect you to get under my skin like that.ā
Annie traced the muscle of Smoke's forearm with her fingertips. āYou kept checkinā on me,ā she recalled. āEven when I didnāt ask.ā
āYeah,ā he admitted. āGuess that wasnāt just for you.ā
They lay there for a moment, breaths syncing without effort.
āYou did good,ā he praised, prouder than ever. āYou trusted me.ā
She swallowed, emotion tightening her throat, and pressed her forehead into his chest. Smoke wrapped his arms around her immediately; one hand cradled the back of her head, the other steady at her back as he rocked them slightly.
āBreathe, baby,ā he instructed automatically, like it was habit now. āI got you.ā
She obeyed. It was practically second nature now.
āYou okay everywhere?ā he questioned. āAny soreness at all?ā
āI feelā¦alive,ā she confessed. āAnd safe.ā
Smokeās expression was a mix of pride and relief. āThatās good, baby,ā he acknowledged. āThatās exactly how this was supposed to end.ā
Later, when the sun began to set and Smoke rose to leave, Annie didn't feel empty the way she did whenever the door closed. She stood at the bedroom window, watching him cross the street, just like she always did, but this time her reflection smiled back at her, eyes bright, heart full, and mind cognizant. For the first time in four and a half years, the silence did not evoke feelings of grief. It finally felt like there was enough room for something fresh to grow.

















