“It feels like forever since you’ve been inside me.” Tris wraps his arms around my neck and presses his long lithe body against me, letting me feel every inch of his warm naked skin.
“It’s not been that long.” I skim my palms down his spine, cupping his perky little arse.
“I guess it just feels longer since Dusty possessed my body.” He brushes his lips against mine.
“What?” I pull back and stare at him.
“Uh, never mind, long story with a happy ending… forget I said anything… conversation for another time when we’re not both naked and hard.”
“It’s a conversation I’m going to want to revisit,” I tell him firmly.
“Scout’s honour.” He grins.
“You were never a scout,” I remind him and he shrugs, pulling me onto the bed with him.
I roll onto my back as he straddles my hips. Pulling off his glasses, he tosses them on the bedside table and retrieves the lube. His beautiful cock is pointing at me, and I can’t help but wrap my fist around the hot silky length of him and give a slow lazy slide from root to tip. His head falls back on a gasp as he thrusts into my hand, my own aching cock resting against his arse.
He fumbles the cap open on the lube, drizzling some of the cool liquid onto his fingers as he reaches behind, and I know he’s as desperate as I am, but I don’t want to rush this.
“Let me,” I murmur as I reach behind him and slide my fingers between his cheeks, feeling the slick glide of the lube. He leans forward and kisses me deeply as I slide my finger into the hot heat of him.
He’s like a fevered dream, moaning into my mouth as I slide my fingers in and out of him.
“Danny.” He tears his mouth from mine and drags in a shaky breath. “I need you… please.”
Pulling my fingers free, I lift him slightly and press the sensitive head of my cock to his opening, pushing inside him as we both groan loudly.
He pushes himself up into a sitting position, the change of angle forcing my cock deeply inside him until I’m seated to the root. His eyes lock on mine as he slowly begins to ride me, his hips undulating, my fingers digging into his skin.
I’m utterly bewitched by this man, my love, my life. He holds my beating heart in the palms of his hands, and I don’t even think he knows it. Doesn’t know the power he holds over me.
“Danny,” he gasps, throwing his head back and arching his spine as I groan. “So deep,” he moans as, judging from the helplessly pleasured cries falling from his lips, my swollen cock exquisitely rubs the little bundle of nerves deep inside him.
I can feel my orgasm building, hopelessly overwhelmed with my desperate love and need for this complicated man. Pushing myself up into a seated position, I wrap my arms around him and take his mouth while I roll him underneath me and thrust inside him hard.
He cries out into my mouth and I swallow the sound, swallow his pleasure as I pound into him. His fingers rake my skin, marking me, and I can’t get enough of him. He’s everything. I want him to know that but I can’t form the words, so I just keep thrusting into his body, feeling his legs wrapped around me tightly. Our skin is burning with heat and slick with sweat. The scent of our bodies fills the humid air, cocooning us as his taste lingers on my tongue.
His body tightens, his hole clamping around my cock and milking me as I feel the hot slick burst of his release between us. Unable to stop myself, I bury myself deeply and let go, my cock pulsing inside him, filling him with my cum and marking him in the most primal way possible.
We collapse in a sweaty heap, bodies still joined, our hearts thumping and our breathing ragged. Both of us are trembling with the sheer intensity of what we brought to each other. It’s always been explosive between us, the chemistry off the charts, but this… this is a whole other level I didn’t even know existed. It’s like the layers we both built around ourselves to protect us from the world are being slowly stripped away, and for the first time we really see each other.
I can feel his fingers trace lazy circles on my back. No, not circles, I realise after a moment with an exhausted smile against his chest. He’s drawing little love hearts on my skin.
“I love you, Tris,” I whisper quietly.
“I love you too, Danny, always,” is his soft response as I drift into sleep.
EPILOGUE
The light is so bright it’s almost painful, and I hold up my hand to shield my eyes. I don’t know where I am or how I got here. There’s a moment of panic followed almost immediately by a curious sense of calm. It washes over me as gently as a lapping tide. A dreamy kind of lassitude I can’t explain, but it banks the anxiety.
Slowly, the harsh white light begins to recede, and a blur of colour and movement surrounds me. The dainty clink of china and silverware fills my ears and as I glance upward, I notice an elaborately painted ceiling and a rather ostentatious crystal chandelier.
With a frown of confusion, I drop my gaze back down and turn in a slow circle, taking in my surroundings. There’s a sea of round tables shrouded with ruthlessly pressed white tablecloths. Upon each table, the silverware is polished to such a shine it almost makes my retinas ache in protest. Nestled amongst the heavy crystal glasses are rather fancy centrepieces of some sort of greenery and tiny white flowers.
The tables are filled with customers in very expensive clothes, dripping with jewellery, I imagine by Tiffany and Cartier. You can practically smell the money in the room. The servers all have that same haughty expression as they melt seamlessly between the tables, delivering impossibly tiny portions of food smeared across fine china plates.
I look down and it’s only then I realise I’m wearing the pyjamas Hen bought me last year for our office Secret Santa, they have little dancing grim reapers on them. Honestly, I don’t even know where she finds this stuff. I’m also wearing Danny’s old police hoodie and my feet are bare. I glance around again in alarm, but nobody seems to be paying any attention to me at all. It’s as if they can’t see me.
