Page 77 of Best Served Cold

He pulled away and exhaled.

“Better?” I asked.

“Marginally.”

“Such a whiny baby.” I took a final pull off the joint and passed it to him. “Finish it.”

I was at the perfect level of buzzed where every physical sensation was heightened, but my mind was completely unaffected.

“Indica?” he asked between puffs.

I nodded.

A slight tingle rippled under my skin as he finished the joint and grabbed the front of my sweater, dragging me toward him. I shoved him back against the tree, our faces only inches from each other.

Eyes blazing, he parted his lips. The rush of smoke rolled down into my lungs as he exhaled a long, steady breath.

It should have been weird to be staring into each other’s eyes while shotgunning a joint, but it wasn’t.

He stubbed the butt out on the tree as I blew out the last of the hit. When he turned back to me, his expression was a mix of hungry and bewildered.

My cock thickened and pressed into his answering hard-on. I shoved my hips against his and slicked my tongue over his bottom lip, starting at one of his piercings and moving to the other.

A soft moan fell from his lips. “That was a goddamn fuck-me joint.”

I flicked the tip of my tongue over one of his snake bites. “Nope. Just a good strain.” I moved to the other side of his mouth and gave the snake bite stud the same treatment. “You’d be bent over and begging me to destroy you if that had been a fuck-me joint.”

He let out a shaky breath.

“Now that would be a sight to behold,” I rasped. “You bent over and begging for my cock. Begging me to fuck you and make you come.”

He shuddered against me. “Never gonna happen.”

“We’ll see.” I dipped into his mouth and flicked the barbell in his tongue.

He growled low in his chest as I pulled away.

His eyes were slightly glassy, but they were also focused and swirling with emotions.

“How buzzed are you?” I asked.

“Not nearly as buzzed as I want to be.” The silver ring in his eyebrow glinted as he quirked it. “Why? You feeling it?”

“Barely.”

A lazy grin slid over his lips. “You done trying to merge me with the tree? I hate to break it to you, but a solid can’t become one with another solid.”

“Tell me to go away and you can have all the space you want.”

“Funny how you’re the one who followed me. Who’s crowding me. One might even think you came out here just so you could manhandle me again.”

I circled my hand around his throat but didn’t press down. He gripped my hips hard enough I could feel the start of bruises blooming under my skin. “You came out here because you wanted me to follow you. Admit it.”

“You wish.”

I shoved my other hand between our bodies and cupped his bulge. “Really? This says otherwise.”

“Like I’m the only one who’s hard.” He palmed my cock. “You wanted to follow me.”

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