My eyes roll back in my head and my toes curl as he adds that little twist he does with his palm when he reaches the head of my cock. His tongue slides back in to tangle with mine as his fist tightens, and I moan obscenely into his mouth. A shiver rolls down my spine, and I can feel my balls tightening.
“Hold that thought.” He pecks a quick kiss to my lips and jumps out of bed, leaving me splayed out like a starfish with my rock-hard dick poking out of my PJs.
“What?” I blink through a haze of lust as Danny shoots me a grin and disappears into the bathroom.
“Sorry, my bladder was about to explode,” he calls through the open door to the accompaniment of a thin stream hitting the water.
“And they say romance is dead.” I drop my head back against the pillow and stare up at the ceiling morosely.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you,” he replies as he flushes the toilet and washes his hands. “Repeatedly.” He chuckles as he clicks the light off and leaves the bathroom.
“Be careful of the”—I glance across and watch as Danny steps in the saucepan of rainwater—“pot,” I finish with an apologetic snigger.
The look on his face is absolutely priceless as he lifts his dripping foot and stares at it before turning his gaze back to me.
“I thought you were going to speak to the landlord about that?” He grabs a nearby towel from the laundry pile and dries his foot before hopping back into bed and snuggling down under the covers with me.
“I spoke to him last time it rained and the roof leaked.” I climb onto Danny, plastering myself to him and kissing his lips with a hum of pleasure.
“And what did he say?” Danny’s hands snake down my spine to cup my buttocks, pulling me in closer.
“I think we’ve come to an understanding.” I roll my hips against him.
“What’s that?” Danny snorts. “You complain and he does nothing?”
“Pretty much.” I shrug and take his mouth again.
“Tris…”
“Danny,” I huff indignantly. “I’m trying to entice you to get naked here, I really don’t want to discuss Mr Ahmed.”
“Noted.” He grins as he unceremoniously shoves my PJs down past my hips and fists my cock once more, and I let out a strangled moan.
He rolls me back underneath his body. I knock my glasses lopsided in my haste to get him naked as I grab at his t-shirt and yank it over his head, making his blonde hair stick up and crackle with static. I skim my hands down his sides, reaching for his boxers, and slide my hands in to cup the hard muscles of his gorgeous arse.
“You’re all mine for the next twenty-hours, no interruptions,” he gasps between frantic kisses.
Suddenly the shrill ringing of a phone breaks the lust-filled stupor we’re both immersed in.
“It’s like the universe hates me,” I sigh as he releases my mouth. “My balls feel like they’re about to fall off.”
“Your balls are perfectly fine, sweetheart. Would you feel better if I hold them for you?” Danny grins and leans over to glance at the phone.
“I’d feel better if your lips were wrapped around them,” I reply sulkily. “What is it?” I ask at the sight of a slight frown marring his brows.
“It’s yours.” He picks up my phone and hands it to me. “You’d better take this, it’s Sunrise Care Home.”
My heart thuds erratically in my chest as I fumble to connect to the call from the care home that looks after my dad, a mixture of dread and worry lodged in my throat like a hot, hard ball.
“Hello, this is Tristan,” I answer abruptly. “What’s wrong?”
I listen for a few moments to the familiar voice on the other end of the line, my chest fluttering with a mixture of emotions.
“Okay, thank you for letting me know,” I reply before hanging up.
“What is it? What’s wrong? Is your dad okay?” Danny asks, watching me in concern as he props himself up on one elbow.
“It’s nothing bad.” I shake my head, swallowing tightly. “It’s the opposite, actually. He’s having one of his rare good days, and they wanted to let me know in case I wanted to spend the day with him.”
