Page 14 of Smoke After Hours

Bentley stayed in her squatted position and scooted closer.

“It’s so beautiful,” she muttered, practically drooling when I rubbed my tip against her moistened lips before pulling it away. “All thick and long and girthy.”

Her hands gripped me slowly, like she was mesmerized to see it up close and personal.

“Go ahead then,” I prompted, rubbing my dick at the base as she licked her lips. “Suck this shit like you’re sorry, and then maybe I’ll forgive yo’ ass.”

Her eyes sparkled as they looked up at me while she licked the drop of pre-cum that had surfaced with her tongue.

“Oh fuck,” I huffed, gripping her head tighter as she began to suck me down while looking up at me, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes when I pushed my dick as far back into her throat as she could take.

When she gagged and started coughing, I didn’t pull out, but I massaged her cheeks with my free hand. “Don’t worry, Benz, we’ll get your mouth right so you can handle this dick.”

Fire replaced the lust burning in her eyes as she gripped my dick with both hands and began jacking me off while clobbering me down so good I started seeing stars.

When we first met years ago, I teased her that I was more of a fan of a Mercedes-Benz versus a Bentley, coining her my Benz just for the hell of it. To my surprise, she laughed it off and told me she was more of a softball fan instead of volleyball. We debated for a bit and I told her there was nothing soft about me. She agreed, but me calling her Benz kinda became our thing. A nickname only I could call her.

“Shit,” I spat, cupping the back of her head as she sucked the life out of me, draining my soul from my body and slurping up my heart. My mind was drunk off the way she was running her tongue up and down my length before licking the tip, then swallowing me whole.

My gut never steered me wrong. Our journey was far from over. I could feel it. A threat was lurking close, but it wasn’t the kind of danger I could place. Only a feeling I couldn’t ignore. And although this should be the time that I maintained complete focus on protecting my girl, I was no longer strong when it came to keeping my desire for her at bay. Maybe if the shit was only about sex, I could have kept my dick in my pants.

However, I dared any man who ever had his dream woman … his fantasy come to life, in such close vicinity and denied himself the pleasure of allowing her to suck his dick when she was in a squatted position, willing and ready. Mouth open and tongue hungry.

I didn’t just want her.

I loved her.

And as I howled into the quiet house, overcome with lust, I convinced myself that love made people do crazier shit for less. So just call me Mr. B because Santiago and the others were right.

She owned me.

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HOP STOP #4 - Smokeaway: An overnight cabin stay with no wifi, no television, and no distractions. Just Mother Nature and weed.

BENTLEY

I sucked his dick.

And I sucked that shitgood.

The kind of good that had him spitting so many Swahili words at me, it sounded like he was speaking in tongues. Everyone had a list of goals that they wanted to accomplish inlife. Careers that they wanted to jumpstart. Hobby’s that they wanted to perfect. Money that they strove to make. I definitely had ambitions for my life and for Elevated Express.

Yet, I couldn’t deny that after being forced to admire Volley up close for years without getting a chance to do all the naughty shit I wanted to do to him, last night had been monumental. I was finally able to taste him. Suck him. Cup his balls and let my tongue roam up and down his dick the way I’d fantasized about doing so many times before.

To bring a grown ass man who was usually so composed to his knees in pleasure filled me with a certain kind a high that no blunt could match.

Volley and I had both dated over the years, but every single boyfriend paled in comparison to the connection I had with Volley. I never would have imagined he’d take me out of the friend zone while he was still protecting me.

“It’s your turn, Ms. B,” Nova stated, nudging me in my right arm.

I shook my thoughts from Volley despite the fact that he was sitting on my left side and asked her to repeat the question.

The crackling flames of the campfire danced in the night, casting a warm, flickering glow over the High Hoppers group that was gathered around the outside of the cabin that I was sharing with Volley.

When we first arrived, everyone was nervous to be without service to their devices while we were out in a Michigan forest preserve. However, the air quickly became thick with laughter and camaraderie, the scent of pine mingling with the aroma of weed as we began smoking what we’d gotten from Herbal Haze yesterday.

Nova laughed before repeating, “If you could be any animal in the world, what would you be?”

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