The Roadtrip

twenty-nine

NSFW
good fuckin morning! u kno da fuckin vibezz! lmao enjoy!

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"When you don't have a grinder you just have to break it up with your hands," He said pulling apart the little green bud. "It's not gonna be perfect but the smaller you can get it the better," He said.

We were on the bed sitting across from each other. Will pulled out some weed he was carrying with him and now he was teaching me to roll.

"Once it's broken apart enough just pick it up and fold in once side like this-then roll," He said rolling it up. Then licked the paper and sealed it. He put it to his lips and reached for the lighter. He took a deep puff.

As he exhaled his shoulders visibly relaxed.

Then he handed it over to me. I took it from his fingers hesitantly. I could feel Will's eyes watching slowly as I brought it up to my lips. He raised the lighter and lit the end for me as I took a puff. "Inhale," He whispered. "Hold it," He paused.

"Let it go," He said. I exhaled a white cloud right in his face while clutching my chests as I let out a few coughs. Will sat in silence watching me as I struggled to regain my breath. When I looked back up at him it was as if he had something to say. Before I could confront him, the hazy feeling of relaxation overwhelmed my entire body.

"I hope you know I won't actually let him have you," He spoke lowly taking another puff. He felt closer to me, his voice deeper. I nodded slowly intaking his words.

"Miko-he's a bit OCD, doesn't like messy or dirty things," He started. His eyes growing lazy as did mine, the high made the eye lids a little heavier. "That's why I said I fucked you earlier," He said.

"Even though I didn't," He added mouth pressed into a thin line.

He took another puff. "I'm also pretty sure that's why he left me for dead back in Boston. Didn't like all the blood, too messy for him," He said.

He turned his wrist and offered it to me again.

I did the same thing as before, holding it and letting go. More coughing ensued. I could feel myself getting less worried, I understood why he liked it so much, it kept the stress at bay.

"Even when we worked for him at the front back in Boston, he was always so fucking weird about how things should be done," He said.

"We just thought it was because he was Russian," He said.

"S-So what are you gonna do?" I asked. "You're gonna have to be a mess," He said staring me down.

I blinked away from his gaze. "You ever have anything inside you?" He asked darkly. I slowly lifted my head to shake it no. "Won't he know? If you-" I said softly. "If I what? If I fuck you? Yes, it won't work twice. I didn't ask you that because of tomorrow," He said.

"I asked you that because I'm horny and I want to finger you, I want to know what you feel like inside," He said.

Ocean waves erupted themselves in my lower belly. "So w-what's the uh plan for tomorrow?" I asked. He left the blunt in his mouth as he moved quickly, to quickly to register. He roughly pulled my calf's from underneath me forcing me to plop down on my back. He spread my legs and made himself home between them.

I felt his cold finger trail itself on my inner thigh, higher and higher. Once he reached the point where my thigh connected with my body he ran his finger back and forth gently. "Right here, a small cut big enough to see some blood. We'll tell him you're on your period or something," He said.