Tru Smoke (Ember Peak Book 1) by Edie Danford

Author:Edie Danford [Danford, Edie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-11-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Jones

He sat and opened the saddlebag he’d been using as a pillow. I sat too, shaking my head once hard, trying to cool the simmer in my brain. He pulled out a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube. “Supplies.”

I reached for them. My hand was shaky but my determination wasn’t. I could do this. I wanted to do this. I took a deep breath, gripped the edge of my tee, and then pulled it off. I tossed it over my shoulder and said, “Lie back and strip.”

I’d tried for a you-must-obey effect with my tone. Couldn’t tell if I’d succeeded or not. He did lie down, but he did it with a tiny smile. He eased out of his jeans gracefully, and I think he was laughing a little when I stood and had a brief struggle getting off my boxer-briefs. Hard to balance on the uneven ground and the damn elastic got caught on my dick for a painful second.

I kicked the underwear aside and when my cock made a hearty smacking sound against my abs, I kinda had to laugh a little, too. I was okay with the smirky smiles and the laughter. They were much better than the verge-of-exploding atmosphere I’d created by accident a few minutes ago.

I gazed down at him, formulating a plan.

I didn’t have a lot of experience with this particular act, but I had a few things going for me. Both of our cocks were hard as nails and it was obvious from the feels we’d been expressing that fucking would be a welcome way to hammer away a few edges. The atmosphere—stars beginning to twinkle, summer breezes whispering, an owl hooting somewhere in the distance—was perfect, too. So if I fucked this up it wouldn’t be too terribly bad. We’d still get off and we’d still get to go to sleep under the amazing stars.

I picked up his discarded jeans and folded them into a neat square. Then I did the same thing with my tee.

“Jones?”

“Yeah?”

“Whatcha doin’ up there, baby?”

“Figuring out the best angle for rimming and fucking you.”

His gulp was audible. Sounded more like anticipation than fear. I’d take that as another good thing. I knelt and put the clothes-pillow I’d made next to his hips. “Bend your knees, spread ’em, and lift.”

He laughed. He bit down on his lip like he wanted to cut off the sound, but his belly was shaking and another laugh escaped. And, oh God. It almost sounded like…a giggle.

I sat back on my heels. Laughter was one thing. But a giggle?

“What?” I asked, trying not to frown.

“Nothing.”

“I’m doing this wrong, right? I have no topping skills.”

He shook his head. “There’s no wrong or right way. You know that. As long as there’s pleasure and feeling happy.” He lifted his hips and shoved the clothes in the spot where I’d wanted ’em. “And, God, you are making me happy. That’s why I’m laughing. Nothing to do with your skills, I promise.”

Truth rang in his words.

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