Page 74 of Dead Serious: Case 3 Mr Bruce Reyes
I cross the room and climb into bed. Slipping beneath the covers and being mindful of his cast, I throw my leg over Danny’s hips and lower myself on top of him. I keep most of my upper body’s weight on my arms braced either side of him so I don’t put pressure on his ribs, then I lean into his lips just as he lets out another loud snore.
Sniggering, I press my lips to his mouth and lower myself a little more against his warm body. It only takes a moment for him to surface from sleep, humming in contentment against my lips. He automatically reaches down to cup my arse, and his eyes snap open when he encounters my bare bum cheeks.
“Baby,” he murmurs, grinning against my mouth, “you’re all naked.”
“Yes, I am.” I smirk. “What are you going to do about it?”
He chuckles and then latches onto my mouth, his tongue sliding silkily between my lips. I can’t help but rock against him, my dick hard and aching. It’s funny, but before Danny, I went months and months without sex and never gave it a second thought, but now… I guess I’ve just been spoilt. Between the lack of privacy and the physical logistics issues, this past week has been hell.
I pull back, my lips tingling from his kiss, and glance down at him. “How are your ribs feeling?” I ask.
“Well, they creak when I laugh.”
“Danny.”
“Seriously, they’re fine.” He continues to massage my arse cheeks, grinding me against his erection until my eyes want to roll back in my head from the delicious friction. “I had worse playing football when I was younger.”
“Uh-huh,” I groan as I grind against him.
“Tristan.” His voice is a sexy early-morning rasp that shoots straight to my dick.
“Yeah?” I breathe heavily as I stare down into his piercing blue eyes and drown in the lust mirrored there.
“Get up here and feed me your cock,” he growls, shoving the covers out of the way.
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. Unfortunately, in my rush to straddle his face, I accidentally knee him in the stomach.
“Oops.” I wince. “Sorry. Guess I’m a little eager.”
He chuckles again. “At least it wasn’t my balls. Now, are you going to give me your cock or not?”
Apparently, he does need to tell me twice. I—carefully, this time—climb up his body and straddle his shoulders. Grasping the headboard with one hand and my aching cock with the other, I lean forward as he opens his mouth to lick a broad swath from root to tip.
I’m not even sure how to describe the noise that leaves my mouth when my dick is fully buried in his sinful mouth, encased in hot, wet, velvet heat. Releasing my hold, I grasp the headboard with both hands. Still cupping my arse, he encourages me to move. I know he loves it when I fuck his mouth, so that’s exactly what I do, settling into a slower pace so I won’t come straight away, but it’s one that leaves me shuddering from the intensity.
I feel like we’ve been edging each other forever. Whoever said abstinence was good for the soul had obviously never had their dick down their gorgeous boyfriend’s throat before. I moan loudly when Danny’s fingers slide between my cheeks and stroke my hole.
“Fuck!” I gasp, pulling back sharply and grabbing the base of my dick hard to stop myself coming.
“Get the lube.” His voice rough, Danny’s eyes flash with hunger.
Unable to do anything but obey, I eagerly scramble off him and lean over to rummage through the bedside drawer. When I turn back, Danny’s propped his pillows so he can sit up with his back against the headboard. Tossing the lube down next to him, I carefully slide his shorts down and off, then lower myself onto his lap. I grasp the hem of his t-shirt, and he grunts slightly as he lifts his arms so I can pull it off.
So much for his ribs not bothering him.
I open my mouth to say something, but he simply cups the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss, devouring my mouth with a desperate need that matches my own. I barely register the snick of the lube cap being flicked open, and the next thing I know, his long thick fingers are skimming along my crack.
I groan loudly into his mouth. One slick finger sinks into me and I wrap my arms around his neck, rolling my hips as his finger pumps in and out of me.
“Need you,” I gasp against his mouth, and when he slides another finger in, I suck in a breath against the slight burn.
“I know, baby.” His lips skim along my jaw as my head falls back. “I’ve got you.”
A strangled moan escapes my mouth as he crooks his fingers and strokes my prostate.
“Oh god,” I cry out, impatient, shamelessly riding his fingers while my dick slaps against his belly “Now. Now. Now,” I chant as I lift up and his fingers slip free. I grab his cock, notching the head against my entrance.
But before I can sink down there’s a loud, very alarming splintering sound. For a second, I wonder if we’ve broken the bed again, but then Danny’s large hand covers the back of my head, forcing me down and to his left as he tries to curl his upper body over mine.