“Well you know, Jacob Marley is skulking around here somewhere, and I wouldn’t want him to get jealous and scratch anything important.” I shuffle him toward the bedroom, his trousers still pooled around his ankles.
“I’m sure he won’t care.” Danny frowns as we pass Dusty and Mrs Abernathy.
“Tris, honey,” Dusty calls out wickedly. “You’ve got a little something right here.” She taps the corner of her lip, and I swear I’d flip her the finger if I wasn’t still clutching the two sofa cushions to my boyfriend’s naked parts.
I shove Danny unceremoniously into the bedroom and slam the door behind us to the ringing of Dusty’s throaty laughter. Slumping against the door, I risk a glance at my confused boyfriend standing at the foot of the bed, completely naked but for the cushion he’s taken over holding in front of his dick and the trousers pooling around his ankles.
“Okay, what is going on?” he asks.
I literally don’t have any kind of answer for him that won’t sound completely bonkers, so I go with plan B… Strip immediately.
My clothes go flying and Danny’s brows rise, his hot blue gaze dragging over my naked skin. I launch myself at him, wrapping my legs around his waist and toppling him back onto the bed as he drops the cushion.
My mouth lands on his as my fingers slide into his hair and grip tightly. I may have catapulted myself at him as a distraction, but, as always, the taste of him is utterly addictive. I moan deeply into his mouth and grind my aching cock against his.
I feel his arms wrap around me and drag me even closer as we rut against each other, moaning loudly. I completely forget about my dead houseguests in the other room. I don’t care if they hear as long as they’re not looking at my boyfriend’s goodies.
“Danny.” I pull my mouth from his, panting heavily as I flip myself around to lay against his stomach and plant my head between his spread thighs. I dive in and swallow his cock, devouring him like I need the taste of him more than oxygen.
A moment later he lifts my hips and plants my knees on either side of his head, and I feel his hot wet mouth close around my dick as he groans. Then he tilts his head back and slides my cock deeper, and I can’t help the cry that tears from my throat, rippling around the mouthful of hot flesh I’m trying to inhale.
Hell, I am not going to last long. Danny is far too good at deep throating, which is why we don’t sixty-nine often. I get too distracted by his talented mouth. Unable to help myself, I rock my hips, finding the perfect rhythm to fuck his mouth while I enjoy his cock in my mine. I reach down to cup and massage his balls.
Lightning races down my spine as I suddenly tense up and let go, coming so hard I’m practically seeing stars. Seconds later, Danny’s cock is pulsing, filling my mouth as I swallow. I flop onto my side next to him and breathe heavily, my heart still pounding in my chest as he absently traces shapes on my thigh with his fingertips.
“Wow,” I whisper in awe. “Your mouth, Danny… my balls are still tingling.”
He chuckles softly. “You have a pretty talented mouth yourself.”
“Well, aren’t we just the perfect power couple.” I grin and look down the length of the bed to see him smiling back at me.
He sits up, displacing me slightly as he kicks his trousers and boxers off his feet, and reaches to flip me around and pull me up beside him. We settle back onto the bed butt naked, our bodies and legs tangled intimately as he wraps his arms around me, and I run my fingers through his chest hair.
He hums contentedly, closing his eyes.
“Are you tired?” I murmur as I reach up and trace his brow. “I can’t imagine you got much sleep last night with work.”
“Actually I had a nap earlier,” he admits sheepishly as he opens his eyes, his cheeks flushed as he looks down at me. “With your dad.”
“My dad?” I choke out a laugh. “Should I be jealous?”
A warm laugh rumbles through his chest. “I had to go to the home earlier with Maddie because we had a member of staff we needed to interview. There was a thunderstorm at the time, and Lois found me, said the storm was scaring your dad, so I went in to check on him. We ended up curled up on the sofa reading Harry Potter, but I must have been more tired than I thought because the next thing I knew I was out for the count.”
“You fell asleep hugging my dad while trying to comfort him during a thunderstorm?” I smile widely. “You’re too cute.”
“I’m not.” He frowns. “I thought we’d had this conversation. I’m very rugged and manly.”
“Like I said… cute.” I lean in and kiss him softly. “Thank you for taking care of him.”
He nods and we once again lapse into a comfortable silence as we naked-snuggle.
“Tris?” Danny mumbles after a while.
“Yes?” I shift my head against his chest to look up into his eyes.
“Does Martin's dementia usually include hallucinations?” he asks.
I frown. “Not that I know of, why?”
