Smoke Bomb (Smoke Series Book 3)

Part 2

“She’s mad, but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.”

—Charles Bukowski

TRINITY

Spice, cigar, and mint infiltrated my senses. I’d never understood kissing. It had never made me want to cling to Hayes or press against him. Most of the time, kissing had been quick, comforting, nothing more.

This was not that.

My grip on Huck’s arms was so tight that my nails were biting into his massive biceps. I was squeezing my thighs together because with each thrust of his tongue inside my mouth, I felt my clit pulse and ache. His grip on my hips was almost painful, which only heightened the desire pounding inside my body. This wasn’t comforting. It was demanding, and I was desperate for more of it. Reminding myself that, at any moment, Huck would release me, step back, and leave me standing here alone was hard to accept. I wasn’t so sure I wouldn’t chase after him, pleading for more.

His hands moved down to grab my butt, and he groaned against my mouth. I was beginning to think the man did like my butt. I pressed against him and felt his erection. Even beneath his jeans, it was intimidating. The size of it. There was a part of me that didn’t think it would fit inside of me, and then another part of me knew that was never going to happen anyway.

Hayes hadn’t been my first kiss, but I’d only kissed one other guy before him. Jeffrey had been in one of my classes at Howard. We went on two dates, and then he realized how inexperienced I was. We became acquaintances that barely spoke when we passed each other on campus. That was the end of my dating. I’d figured I was too broken to do it correctly.

Kissing Huck was nothing like the others. He made me frantic for more. I wanted to climb up his body and never let go of him.

Then, he broke the kiss. I had known he would, but it was soul-shattering nonetheless. A pathetic whimper slipped out of me, but I couldn’t help it. I was devastated that it had already ended. His hand wrapped around my wrist, and then he began walking, pulling me behind him. He wasn’t leaving me here to stalk off. That was a good thing. Hope stirred in my chest as he led me through the house. His long strides made me have to jog to keep up. It was either that or have my arm pulled out of my socket.

Gage stepped out of the kitchen, and I saw him open his mouth, then close it as we passed by. Huck said nothing but continued. I began to worry that he was taking me to my room to slam the door in my face again. We had been down that path, and I didn’t want to repeat it.

When we reached the door leading to his basement room, he unlocked it, then slung it open with more force than necessary before continuing to pull me behind him. I almost tripped twice on my way down the stairs, but I managed to keep up. He didn’t stop until we were at his bed. His hand released my arm, and I looked up at him.

My breath caught in my chest when I saw the wild gleam in his eyes. He was watching me, and although it was slightly terrifying, it was also exciting. When he yanked his shirt up and over his head, I realized I might have an orgasm from the simple sight of him.

Tattoos decorated his chest. I’d seen them on his arms and assumed he had more, but actually getting a look at the ripped chest, covered in art, was another thing. Holy crap, he was hot. I wanted to touch him. Feel the warm skin under my fingertips.

“Take it off,” his deep voice commanded.

I blinked, looking up at him.

“Your clothes. All of ’em.”

Okay. This was what I had wanted. When he had been kissing me, I had wanted it. Why was I nervous now? He had seen me naked already. I watched as his hands went to his jeans, and he began unbuttoning them. He was getting naked.

“If you don’t fucking strip, I’m going to tear your clothes from your body, Trinity.”

That was hot. I needed to focus. He was huge, and I was a virgin. Did I tell him? Would he stop if I did? I didn’t want him to stop. I might die if he stopped.

I pulled my shirt up and over my head, then dropped it to the floor. His hungry gaze was on my chest. Reaching around to the back, I unsnapped my bra, then let it slide down my arms. My nipples were instantly hard under his intense gaze. I had never felt sexier in my life. I had rarely felt sexy, but in this moment, with Huck’s complete attention on me, I was beautiful. I unbuttoned my shorts, then pushed them down before stepping out of them. A low growl came from his chest, and I shivered.

He shoved his jeans down, and there was no underwear beneath them. The thick, long erection was even bigger than I’d imagined. A silver glint caught my eyes, and I sucked in a breath.

“What …” I started to ask, but the words fell away.

There was a bar—a curved bar—in the head of his … oh-my-God.

“Panties off,” he said as he took a step toward me.

I was trembling, unable to look away from the piercing I had been unaware a man could have, as I slid my panties down, then kicked them away.

“It’s pierced,” I whispered.

His hand wrapped around the hard length, and he began to stroke it. I watched him as I began to pant. That was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“Get on the bed.” His voice sounded hoarse.

I glanced up at him, and his eyes were on my breasts. To think I had once hated my chest size. The way Huck was looking at me now, I decided they might be my most favorite body part. I backed up until my butt hit the bed, then lifted myself up and sat on it, scooting back as he advanced on me.

“Open your legs.”

When I did, Huck stopped stroking himself. I should tell him now that this was my first time and his size might not fit inside me. But he grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders as his hands slid under my bottom. When his tongue slid between my folds, my hips bucked as a strangled cry tore from my chest. His hands squeezed my ass, and he pressed his face in closer, making a growling sound.

This was even better than I remembered. Maybe it was the position. Lying back and seeing his head buried between my thighs only added to the sensation of his tongue licking me as if he couldn’t get enough. I was moaning, pleading, riding his mouth, and no longer caring what came next.

He looked up at me and took one of his hands from my bottom to run a finger from my clit to my entrance before slipping it inside of me.

“AH!” I grabbed handfuls of the sheets beneath me.

“This pussy is tight, Trinity,” he murmured, then placed a kiss inside my thigh. “Real fucking tight, baby.”

If he stopped, I was going to fall apart. I didn’t say anything. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. Unless, of course, he didn’t fit. He’d notice that.

“My dick is big,” he told me as he continued to kiss and lick my clit while fucking me with his middle finger.

Was he telling me it wasn’t going to fit? I would cry.

“You want to tell me something?” he asked, shoving his finger deep inside me.

He could tell. Was that possible? Was his finger long enough for that?

I moved against his hand, desperate. Not wanting him to stop.

“Trinity?”

“Is it not going to fit?” I asked him.

He chuckled and kept his eyes on me as he ran his tongue where his finger had been. “Oh, it’ll fit. But that’s not my question.”

He sat up on his knees, letting my legs fall back to the bed. The statues of Greek gods did not hold a candle to the image in front of me. Solid muscle, tanned, decorated in art, and that silver bar taunting me on the head of his penis.

“Bend your knees up and open wider for me,” he told me as he watched.

I swallowed hard, then did as I had been instructed.

He came over me then, holding himself up. His hands on either side of my head. I stared up into his eyes and shivered. He wanted this too. I was a virgin, but I saw the lust in his gaze. The throb between my legs grew stronger.

“Tight pussies are one thing,” he said to me. “But untouched pussies are another.”

I said nothing, wishing he’d stop asking me to tell him. I didn’t want to say anything that might put an end to this.

He leaned down and brushed his lips below my ear. “Am I about to thrust my dick into a virgin pussy?” His voice was soft in my ear.

“Yes,” I replied.

He knew. He wouldn’t be asking if he didn’t already know.

“Jesus.” He muttered it like a curse.

“Please don’t stop,” I pleaded.

I considered locking my legs around him and holding him there. Sure, he was strong enough to break free, but I might get a few more seconds of begging.

“This fucking house could catch on fire, and it wouldn’t keep me from taking this tight cunt.” His voice sounded angry. “My cock is big, baby. It hurts any pussy I shove it in.”

I didn’t want to hear about any other pussies he had shoved it in.

“Okay,” I replied.

He groaned and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I don’t have a condom on,” he said.

Oh. What was I supposed to say? Did he not have any left? I could believe that after the amount of used ones I’d thrown away.

He ran the tip of his nose along the side of my neck and lowered his hips so that his erection touched my clit, and then he rocked his hips, letting it slide over the wet entrance, but he didn’t do anything more.

“So wet,” he murmured in my ear. “I want to feel your tight cunt as I slide inside you for the first time. I don’t want a barrier. I’ve never fucked without a condom.”

I was willing to let him do whatever he wanted if he stopped torturing me. Every time that metal bar ran over my swollen clit, I made a sound and jerked. I was going to combust like this.

“Okay,” I agreed.

“There was no record of you taking birth control.” His voice sounded aroused. “I might not be able to pull out in time. When was your last period?”

I shook my head. I couldn’t answer questions like this right now.

“I don’t know,” I panted as his cockhead slid through my folds again. I whimpered, lifting my hips up for more.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, aligning himself with my entrance. “Take a deep breath.”

I did, my eyes never leaving his face.

“God, you’re sweet,” he said before he pressed inside me, stretching me as he slowly lowered his hips.

Then, he pulled back, and I thought he’d changed his mind. My hands gripped his sides harder, and then he thrust inside of me. A scream tore from my chest as the searing pain burned, as if I’d been ripped open.

“SHIIIT!” Huck groaned.

I held on to him as he remained still. Moments passed, and the pain slowly began to ebb away. He didn’t move. The veins on his neck stood out, and his jaw was clenched tightly. I listened to him taking deep breaths through his nose. He exhaled heavily, and then his eyes locked on mine.

He began to slowly move so that he slid out. My nails bit into his skin, trying to hold him inside of me. Just when I thought he was going to pull out, he sank back inside me. Deeper this time until the metal bar I’d forgotten about hit something that sent a jolt of pleasure through my body.

“AH!”

Huck pulled back, then did it again. I moaned, wanting more of that. The pain was forgotten now. It was there, but whatever he was doing was making it worth it. I’d go through that a million times over to feel this.

“Never,” he growled. “Never had a pussy this good. So tight.”

The words made my arousal intensify. I wanted more of that. Hearing how he felt inside me. I had no idea what to do to make it good for him, but his words sounded like he was enjoying this. His next thrust was harder. I made another needy sound and arched my back.

“You want more of my cock?” The threatening sound in his voice only excited me.

“Yes,” I panted. I wanted to feel everything.

“Sweet little virgin pussy”—he sounded sinister—“taking my big cock like a good girl.”

I cried out his name and clawed at him. The pleasure felt as if it was swelling inside me. Ready to burst and send me crashing into bliss. He had given me one orgasm with his hand, and that had been earth-shattering. The thought of feeling that with him buried inside me, stretching me, caused a frenzy. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything.

“Is that what you want?” he asked as his thrusts came faster and harder. There was pain mixed with a madness that promised more.

“Yes, yes,” I moaned, arching my back to meet him.

His eyes went to my breasts, and he growled, then lowered his head to pull a nipple into his mouth. When he began to suck, my eyes rolled back in my head. This was too much.

“OH-GOD!” I screamed when he bit down on the nipple in his mouth.

My body clenched as a euphoria engulfed me, taking me under. It was a form of delirium. Nothing mattered but this. The gush between my legs only enhanced it. I heard myself crying out Huck’s name.

“FUUUUCK!” His shout filled the room as his hips jerked, and a warmth filled me.

When the second pump of his release shot inside of me, I was hit with another crest, and for a moment, the world went black.