A/N: I'm back? After not publishing for over 6 months? That's a miracle. I'm gonna be back with a vengeance this year, frfr. Anyways, onto the next installment of "exchanges."
While nobody was home—a miracle in itself—Jonesy decided to experiment with Nikki.
After hearing Jude talk about one of the best things he ever tried in his life—"Two words: High. Sex."—Jonesy grew curious. Jude said smoking a blunt or eating an edible with somebody you're crazy about was one of life's best-kept secrets, so Jonesy thought, Why not try it with Nikki?
This brought them to where they were now. The two of them sat atop his bed, naked, with Nikki rolling up a joint. She sealed the rolling paper by running her tongue over it.
Satisfied with the way she rolled it, she cut her eyes at Jonesy and smirked at him. Wordlessly, she put the joint in her mouth, leaning towards him so he could set it ablaze.
His lighter burned the end of it. She took a drawn-out hit from it, shotgunning the smoke into his mouth.
He purred. "That really turns me on when you do that, babe."
"I know." She made bedroom eyes at him while handing him the joint. "That's why I do it."
He gazed at her while he took a hit. Smoke rolled out of his mouth and dissipated into the air.
They abandoned the concept of time when the high set in.
All he could remember was feeling everything at every moment. The slightest shift in her hips. Wet heat. Her nails scratching up and down his back. Tightening. The vibration of her moans against his mouth. Warm skin. The way her tongue felt against him.
Every action was prolonged and pleasurable and perfect.
From his recollection, he made her feel everything in every position imaginable. On her back. On her side. On top of him. On her knees. On his bed. On his carpet. He couldn't count how many times she came, but, judging by the uninhibited way she called his name over and over and over again, he figured it happened a lot.
By the time they'd stopped, his bed was a mess of pillows and stained sheets and two satisfied lovers.
"Holy fuck," he panted. "That was some next-level shit."
"I'm not gonna be able to walk straight for days."
"We've got to do this shit again someday."
"Agreed."