Page 19 of Baked

“What?” he asked.

“Come here.” I pulled him to the bed. “Sit.” He did, watching me closely as I took his phone and switched the lights to a vibrant red.

“What’re you doing, Indi?”

“Just—” I pushed him back onto the bed and crawled over him. “Here, take this off.” I gripped his shirt, pulling it over his head. “There.”

Haze laughed, somehow still smoking, amused by whatever I was doing. “Are you going to explain what’s going on?”

I tried not to stare at his built frame, covered in numerous tattoos. I knew my brother was attractive, but I tried not to look. That didn’t mean I didn’t sneak a few peeks. And if I was being honest, Haze was hot as fuck.

“Indi?”

I shook my head. “Just let me do my thing.” I took his phone, flipped the camera around and raised my arm high enough to see my entire body and only his lower abdomen, hiding his face. I perched my ass just right and spread my legs, adjusting the placement of his leather jacket around my arms, and began to take photos.

“Really? Now you’re using my body?” Haze joked.

“Fuck yeah.” I moved as if I had been riding him, placing my hand on his lower stomach and snapped a few more selfies. I looked over to see Haze with his arms propped behind his head, smiling as he smoked. His eyes were fixated on me. And I got a wicked idea. “Smile,” I teased, flipping the camera around as I took a photo of him. He grinned and posed. We both laughed and took a few more photos together, sticking our tongues out as if we were going to makeout, me kissing his cheek as he smoked, and other various questionable things. I sat back, scrolling through the pictures. “Look at your face!” I teased him. For a brief second, the darkness of his room and his photos almost reminded me of the masked man in my messages.

“Nah, delete that!” He laughed, pulling my thoughts back.

“Never!”

“Fine. Then we need more of you.” Haze removed the joint, exhaling. “Come here.”

I crawled over and leaned down, our faces touching as I took a few more selfies of us together. He placed the joint between my lips, holding it as I inhaled, snapping photos. “There.” I blew into his face. “Now you have more of me.” He stared at me, this dark and hungry look soaking his face. And for some reason, I wanted to kiss him.

“Let me see that.” He took the phone, sitting up as I remained seated in his lap, confused. “There.” He motioned his chin at me. “Don’t move.” I listened to Haze, straddling him as he began to take a few more photos of us. “Take it off.” He pointed to his jacket. And I did without question. Haze then pointed the camera back at me. “Pretend to ride me.”

My cheeks burned as I blinked at his words. “Haze.”

“Do it, Indigo,” he growled. The camera flash turned on. “Perform. Make me believe you want to fuck me. Make Carterbelieve it. And show him just how much better it is being with me than him.” And just like that, I did.

My arms wrapped around his neck and I began to move as if I were riding him, rocking my body against his while he recorded me. He fell back, letting me move freely, smoking as he recorded me. His free hand moved up my thigh, squeezing it while I moved, grinding against him. My own hands began to travel along my skin, feeling my body and meeting his hand. He softly pressed into me, a bulge beneath his jeans rubbing against my aching body.

Oh fuck.

I could feel myself growing wet, liking the way he moved against me. His hand reached my sternum, trailing upwards. I grabbed it and looked straight into the camera as I moved faster, building my orgasm. I lost myself, falling into my habit of performing for the camera with the intent of coming. My body pressed harder against him, his hand squeezing my neck. I moaned at his touch and felt tight, the pressure building until I could do nothing but increase my speed and beg my body to come. And I did. Loudly.

“Oh fuck!” I rocked faster, rubbing my wet and aching pussy against his bulge, panting and moaning all the same. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried out, feeding my painful orgasm as his hand released my neck and played with my breasts, rubbing along my hard nipples until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Haze’s hand slowly fell and as I tried to control my breathing, the flash now gone as I realized what I had just done.

I bolted from his bed, backing away with absolute horror. Haze remained unphased, sitting up as he stared down at his phone. “Damn, you really know how to perform, Indi.” He scrolled through his phone, looking at the photos, tapping the video he just took. I could hear my own moans coming from hisphone. He flipped it around, showing me what he had captured. “Almost fooled me.” He grinned.

“H-haze—” I swallowed while rushing to step back into my overalls. “That—that was wrong.” His face told me he was confused. “I know we were trying to make Carter jealous, but that?—”

“Indi, relax.” He jumped from the bed and approached me. “It was just a performance. That’s all.” He gently kissed the top of my head, acting as though nothing had happened.

Did he really think it was fake?

“Here.” He handed me the shrunken joint. “Finish this and just breathe. I’ll send you all the videos and photos and you can do whatever you want with them, okay?”

I nodded, still unnerved by what just happened. “Just—” He looked at me. “Don’t send me that last one. I want to make Carter jealous, but that…that would do so much more.”

Haze grinned. “No worries.”

“Actually Haze? Can you just delete it?” I forced a fake smile.

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