Page 6 of Baked

Indi slowly sat up, inhaling deeply before blowing a fresh cloud into my face. “Damn.” She pulled the joint from her mouth, the end stained by her bright red lipstick. “You always did know how to roll better than me.” Her light laughter filled my ears. I caught myself enjoying the view of her way too much, forcing my hungry eyes away.

Get your shit together, Haze. This is wrong. All of it.

“Don’t you dare turn away.” Indi snatched my face, forcing me to look down at her while she placed the blunt along my lip. “Now, let yourself slip away.” Her nail scraped my jawline, her intoxicating smile beaming as she took a step back and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

The smoke filled my mouth, the earthy smell sticking to the lining of my lungs as I took it all in. It clouded my vision, slightly burning my eyes. I was so focused on her, listening to the music beneath our feet and floating in the moment. “Tell me.” I gripped the blunt with my fingers, offering it back to her. “Why didn’t you like your friend hitting on me? You know, the one with the bright red hair?” I slightly choked on the smoke, coughing into my fist.

Indi gently took the blunt, taking another hit. “Mary-Jane isn’t right for you. Trust me.” Her eyebrows raised as she formed the last few words.

“Oh yeah?” My hand picked the blunt from her. “And you know what’s right for me?” I took another deep breath, purposely blowing the excess smoke into her face.

Indi cocked her head, making a face. “You’remybrother, Haze.” She gripped the buckle of my belt, yanking me closer, our faces maybe an inch from one another. Her free hand plucked the blunt from my mouth, taking an extra long hit. She pulled me closer, our foreheads knocking as she squeezed my chin, forcing my mouth open before blowing smoke directly into it like she did earlier tonight. Only this time, she was so fucking close. “I don’t like sharing you, Haze.” Her whispered words trailed behind the hot smoke. I could almost taste them, desperately finding myself wanting more—needing more.

My body was reacting, fighting back to her every move and breath. The way my brain was working, the twisted thoughts that were haunting me, telling me what to do to her, they were all wrong. So fucking wrong.

“You need to be careful, Indi,” I growled. My hands gripped the edge of the pool table, my knuckles turning white as I squeezed it, fighting back my urges.

“Or what, Haze?” Indi stared up at me, our noses merely touching now. We were so lost, the drugs and alcohol coursing through our veins, controlling our inhibitions.

“Indigo,” I growled as she placed her hands on either side of me.

“I don’t know why, but I need you Haze.” Her words were the whispered begs every man prayed to hear.

No. Fuck.My body desperately needed her too.

“Don’t you love me, Haze? Or have you forgotten your feelings for me the same as you've forgotten to come home?” Indi leaned her head back and gazed straight into my soul.

“I could never forget you, Indi.” My jaw tightened. “And you know I love you.” My thoughts were wicked beyond belief,consumed by the idea of the things I could do to her and nothing else.

“Then fucking show me.” She blew another cloud of smoke into my face.

Fuck it.

My hand grabbed the joint, quietly putting it out on the pool table before straightening my back. She watched me, cautious as to what I was about to do, my frame leering over hers while I removed my leather jacket. “I warned you.” I swear her eyes flickered at my words.

I snatched her face, purposely squeezing her hard before kissing her like it was the very thing I needed to survive. I expected her to fight me, to resist this sick thing happening between us, but she only melted into me, kissing me back as if she wanted this more than me.

Indi ripped my shirt from my body before her hands quickly removed my belt, whipping it from my jeans. I lost myself completely, ripping her tiny cropped tee down the middle, nestling my face between her full, bare breasts. I had never seen them before, but they were absolutely delicious. Her smell wrapped around my nostrils as I ran my tongue up her neck and listened to the desperate moan that fell from her lips. I had no time to play around. I wanted her. Now.

My hands gripped her ass and lifted her body in one swift motion. Her legs wrapped around my bare waist, pulling her body close against mine as we kissed, our tongues swirling together. I could feel her spine straighten and arch, purposely pressing her breasts into me, her nipples now hard as they slid along my bare skin. She liked what I was doing, and I fucking liked doing it.

“Haze,” she moaned my name back into me, lightly grinding against my body.

“Indi,” I breathed back. Her replied moans broke me.

Our bodies spun as I sat her on the edge of the pool table, forcing her legs wide. My hands trailed up her thighs, watching her body squirm and react as her head dropped back, enjoying my touch. My fingers trailed higher, grazing over her wet folds, picking up the material of her tiny red thong as I popped it against her pussy. She jolted and cried out, making my dick drip with excitement. I leaned over her body, pressing my bulge against her pussy as I kissed her neck, taking my time before my tongue met her ear. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked, the last bit of my sanity waiting for her response.

Indi’s eyes met mine. “Don’t you fucking dare.” She unbuttoned her jean skirt, eyes locked on me. “Take it off, and show me how you love me, Haze. Ineedto know.”

My mouth slammed into hers, the two of us groaning as we moved against each other, desperately wanting to feel more of the other. I quickly removed her skirt, dragging that dainty thong from her body. I had to stop and admire her toned body with curves in all the right places and various tattoos inked into her flesh. I couldn’t help but to salivate looking at her perfectly on display, her legs spread wide as she dripped just for me. Like a full fucking meal.

“Fuck,” I moaned, removing the rest of my clothes. I stood bare and fully exposed before her. The room was spinning as the colors of the lights and sound of the music below melted together and left us in this dreamy haze. I grasped my shaft, running the pressure of my hand down to the tip, watching it drip for her. Her eyes nearly sparkled at the sight of it.

I wasted no time stepping back between her legs. “I don’t like sharing you either,” I growled, pushing the tip against her wet body, using my hand to rub the tip against her swollen clit. Indi jolted. “I never have.” As the words left my mouth, I shoved myself deep inside her tight cunt, giving her no time to react before shoving her back onto the pool table.

My hand gripped her neck as I drove my dick into her body and fucked her senselessly. Something came over me, driving this animalistic need to pound into her, watching her take me so fucking good. I needed to feel her slide up and down my swollen shaft, to see her wetness coat my skin as I moved with the beat of the music below. Indi moaned, holding my arm as she let me fuck her, taking me like such a good fucking girl.

“Oh Indi,” I grunted. “You’re so fucking wet.”

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