Page 41 of Smoke Bomb

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.

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