Chapter 1: Introduction
Shannon exhales smoke and passes the blunt to Jamie.
"Here, take a hit, baby. You're tense as fuck." She watches him, her eyes heavy-lidded and hungry. The room is thick with the scent of weed and the faint, lingering aroma of her Black 'n Mild cigar from earlier.
Jamie takes a long drag, his eyes watering as he holds the smoke in his lungs. He exhales slowly, feeling the tension in his shoulders beginning to ease. He looks around Shannon's living room, his gaze landing on the pack of Black 'n Milds on the coffee table, the bottle of lube glinting in the dim light, and the bag of white powder that he knows is cocaine.
He swallows hard, feeling a mix of anticipation and fear.
Shannon follows his gaze, a slow smile spreading across her face. "You like what you see, huh?" she purrs, her voice low and sultry. She stands up, her long, black hair cascading down her back, and walks over to the table. She picks up the pack of Black 'n Milds and flicks one out, lighting it with a match. She takes a deep drag, the tip glowing red in the dark.
"The smell of them turn me on, what about you Jamie?," she says, blowing a huge, thick exhale in a plume towards Jamie's face. He shudders, his cock twitching in his jeans. Shannon takes a step closer, her eyes locked onto his, the tip of the cigar glowing like a tiny, red sun in the darkness.
"I think they smell like shit to be honest and I'm not sure I like this," Jamie whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're gonna make me taste cigar smoke when we kiss, aren't you?"
She takes another drag of the cigar, her eyes never leaving his. She leans in, her lips brushing against his, the tip of the cigar grazing his cheek. Jamie shivers, feeling the heat of the ember against his skin.
"Fuck yeah, I'm gonna make you taste it," she whispers, her voice a low growl. She pulls back slightly, her hand reaching up to cup his jaw. Her fingers are stained with nicotine, and she rubs his cheek with them, leaving a dark smudge.
Jamie's breath hitches as she leans in again, this time pressing her lips firmly against his. He can taste the smoke, feel the heat of the ember against his lips.
He opens his mouth, inviting her in, and she takes the invitation, her tongue pushing past his lips, exploring his mouth. He can feel the rough texture of her tongue as it paints his tongue with the sharp taste of the cigar. Shannon breaks away, turning her head to the side and puffing hard on the cigar. She turns back to him, cigar smoke coming from her breath as she said, "Fuck, you're a good kisser," and covered his mouth again, feeding him the smoke.
Jamie coughed, the smoke burning his throat, but Shannon just laughed, a throaty, sexy sound that made his cock throb.
"Relax, baby," she murmured, pulling back slightly. "It's just a little smoke. Now, let's get you naked." She kept smoking and filling the room with smokey haze as Jamie undressed.
He hesitated at his boxers, his cock straining against the fabric, but Shannon just smirked and said, "Don't be shy, baby. I wanna see that pretty cock of yours." He blushed but pushed his boxers down, his cock springing free, hard and ready.
Shannon's eyes widened, a hungry look in them. "Fuck, you're packing, aren't you?" she said, her voice low and appreciative. She took another drag of the cigar, then dropped it into an ashtray, the red tip still glowing. She walked over to him, her hips swaying, and grabbed his cock in her hand.