I frown, pointing to it. “AC/DC? Like the band?”
He nods and drops down, opening the basket and pulling out an herb grinder and packet of papers. “Yeah, this one will be exactly what you need. It will take away the pain but leave you mentally alert and your reflexes firing.”
He places everything on the blanket in front of him before also pulling out a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. He opens the bottle and pours me a glass, then passes it to me before he sets about preparing the joint. I lean back against the pillows and watch, completely mesmerized by the care he takes, his calming ritual lulling me into a relaxed state.
I take a sip of the red wine. Full bodied and tart, it perks me up as he runs his tongue over the paper before sealing the cone and rolling the end into a point.
“Voilà!” He pulls a lighter out of his pocket and lights it, dragging deeply before blowing out the thick smoke. “Yup, this is going to be just what you need. Here, take this while I get our food ready.”
He passes it over, and I take it with my spare hand, putting it to my lips and taking my own deep drag of the skunky weed. I watch as he starts to unpack the picnic basket. He pulls out some foil wrapped packages, a couple of sealed bowls, and some utensils.
When he removes the lids, I see mac and cheese and what looks like a couple of small bowls of tomato soup. He unwraps the foiled packages, and I smile when I see the grilled cheese sandwiches. Sage had Suzy make all my favorite comfort foods. How can I do anything but love him? He passes me one of the bowls of soup before spooning some mac and cheese onto a paper plate, then he sets a grilled cheese on it as well. With a waiter-like flourish, he deposits the plate in front of me before picking up his own glass of wine and taking a large sip. I smoke a little more of the joint before handing it to him. Picking up my plate, I eat a few bites of the mac and cheese before dipping mygrilled cheese into the bowl of soup. My stomach rumbles as the food hits my taste buds, and we quietly devour the meal between us, passing the joint back and forth before Sage finally puts it out in one of the plant pots.
“This was perfect,” I tell him, feeling sleepy, relaxed, and pain free about half an hour later. We’ve talked about nothing important, avoiding everything that happened today and the subject of my brother. Instead, Sage has told me about his plans after he harvests this new batch and frees up some pots for a new crop. He’s super excited about a new strain he’s developing. Most of the details go over my head, but it’s nice not to have to think too hard about anything for a moment.
He puts away the remnants of our picnic until only the almost empty bottle of wine and both glasses remain. Sage pushes the basket away and tops off our glasses with the remaining liquid before that too is added to the picnic basket.
He crawls over to me and takes my glass, putting them both off to the side out of reach before he pushes me back, and I flop into the pile of cushions, all boneless and relaxed.
“I’m going to give you an orgasm now, and then we will head upstairs where I’ll run you a bath. I’ll set the alarm, and we will sleep until we have to head back for our little investigation. I don’t want you thinking about anything but what my tongue is doing to your pussy,” he tells me, peeling off my bloodstained clothes.
A warm rush of affection flows over me. It is so fucking nice to be taken care of for a change. I feel light, and my mind is silenced of all the usual worries that live there rent free these days. I pull my top over my head and take off my bra before lounging back on my elbows and admiring him as he strips my panties down my legs, leaving me naked and exposed.
“I want you naked too,” I purr as he pushes my legs open and runs a finger through my glistening folds.
He grins goofily and uses one hand to pull his shirt from his back, having already shed his jacket earlier. I watch with admiration as he gets to his feet and strips off his dress pants, taking his underwear with them. I groan with desire when I see the drop of precum on the tip of his hard cock when he palms it and strokes it a couple of times. I gesture for him to step closer so I can run my tongue over it, but he shakes his head and kneels between my legs.
“Nope, it’s my turn to return the favor from the limo.” He situates himself between my thighs, his shoulders pressing them wider as he runs his tongue through my folds. My head drops back in pleasure, and I stare up at the bright lights and the top of the plants that seem to bend in slightly like they are shielding us from the world. I groan loudly as he flicks his tongue over my throbbing clit, the ring in it giving the perfect amount of pressure as he slides a single digit deep into my core.
“You always taste so fucking good, sweet and all mine,” he mumbles against my pussy, sending delicious vibrations through it. I straighten my arms to grab his head as I flop back on the cushions and grind my cunt into his face.
“Yes, just like that,” I beg as he adds another finger, stretching me as his tongue dances across my clit, alternating between licking and sucking in the perfect rhythm.
He inhales deeply, and when I look down at him, his eyes are practically rolled back in his head. “Oh man, the smell of you combined with the smell of my plants just about has me coming on the spot. If only I could bottle it and wear it every day,” he murmurs as he licks and sucks my clit, adding another finger to the one already deep in my pussy.
My walls clench, and my head thrashes back and forth as he curls his fingers, plunging them in and out, hitting that magic spot inside me.
“Oh God, Sage, more,” I cry out as the sound of his slurping hits my ears. His free hand kneads my ass, and his thumb teases my puckered hole, adding sparks to the fire building rapidly inside me.
My thighs tremble, and sweat pools between my breasts, the hot grow lights making the room humid and steamy as the overhead sprinklers turn on, misting the plants. I grip his hair tighter, grinding my cunt shamelessly into his face, and he moans, the vibrations sending jolts to my core. My toes curl, and my back arches, and just as I’m about to fall over the edge, he pulls back, leaving me wanting. I peel my eyes open and glare at him.
“Why did you stop?” I ask, but instead of replying, he flips me onto my stomach and drags my hips into the air.
He runs a hand down my sweaty back, and just when I think he’s going to tease me a little more, he grabs my hips and slams his cock home.
“Fuck!” I scream as my pussy stretches around his girth, the sudden intrusion giving me the slight bite of pain I love. I moan, and my head hangs forward as he starts a punishing pace. I try to rise up on my hands and push back, but he shoves on my back, forcing my face into the pillows. Sage doesn’t pull any punches, and his pace is brutal, pulling out to the tip before thrusting in hard, our skin making obscene slapping sounds in the mostly silent grow house.
All I can do is hang on for the ride. He slaps my ass before grabbing my hair and yanking my head back, biting my neck brutally before muttering, “Take it, Tori, just like that. Your cunt feels like a hot, tight velvet glove.”
I try to push back to meet every brutal plunge, but he keeps me pinned in place as his cock pistons in and out of my pussy, which is so wet, the squelching sounds rise above the quiet hiss of the sprinkler system.
“Harder,” I beg. “I want to come. Please, make me come, Sage.” My breathing is harsh, and the words shudder out of me, muffled by the pillows. Sage obliges, snapping his hips, his balls slapping against me with every stroke. A sharp slap to my ass cheek is what sends me over the edge. I wail as my pussy clamps down around his thick length, my walls spasming and body shaking as I cry out his name.
“Sage!”
It’s enough to send Sage into his own orgasm. He groans and buries himself deep in my cunt, flooding me with his seed as he mutters words of praise, thrusting in and out to prolong my release as his hot cum scalds my insides. We both collapse, sticky and sated, with tiny drops of skunky water dripping over our sex heated bodies from the plants above us.
“So fucking good,” I mumble, giving Sage a kiss before collapsing on his chest.
