Page 81 of Dead Serious: Case 3 Mr Bruce Reyes
“Well, I’m not and I don’t.” She cups my face. “By now you should know I never do anything I don’t want to do.”
I study her face and behind the sass, the flawless make-up, and the supreme confidence, I see a glimmer of something else, something that surprises me.
“Hold it. You like him?!” I’m not sure whether I’m making a statement or asking a question, I only know the twinkle of mischief in her eyes.
She shrugs innocently. “What can I say? I’ve always been too curious for my own good, and who can resist the totally fuckable CEO look?”
I open my mouth to say something, but suddenly Sam falls through the doorway, abruptly shuts it, and braces it with his back. His eyes dance with amusement but are also laced with just a hint of panic. I’m surprised his clothes aren’t torn and he’s not covered in teeth marks and lipstick prints.
“Um… are you ready to go?” he asks us briskly. “I’ve got your bag in the car.”
“Sure.” Danny grins and heads toward him. I turn to follow but Chan slips something in my pocket with a naughty smile.
I pull it out and flush when I realise it’s a bottle of lube.
“Have fun tonight,” she singsongs and opens the door, sashaying out of the living room.
* * *
It takes us a while to get to the hotel as we stop for something to eat and arrange for food to be delivered to the new flat for Chan and the others. But once we’re checked in and arrive in our room, I breathe a sigh of relief.
It’s just a plain old boring, generically decorated hotel room, but right now it feels like a bloody palace. I drop the bag on the floor at the end of the bed and turn to Danny.
“All alone.” Danny’s mouth curves slowly. “What will we do with ourselves?”
“I don’t know.” I unzip my raincoat and let it fall to the floor with a wet thud and then kick off my boots. “I mean, I guess we could watch TV or something.” I unzip my hoodie and toss it on the floor. “There’s the complimentary newspaper.” I yank my t-shirt over my head and fling it behind me. “You could read up on current affairs.” I hook my fingers in the waistband of the sleep shorts I’m still wearing and yank them down. “Or we could do the crossword puzzle?” I kick my shorts aside and stand in front of him completely naked.
“I have been known to enjoy a crossword puzzle.” He grins, propping his crutches against the wall and stripping off his coat and sweatshirt.
“Okay then.” I step in close to him and slide my hand into his joggers. “I’ll start. Four down, begins with C.” I wrap my fingers around his rapidly hardening cock and give a firm stroke.
“Fuck,” he groans into my mouth.
“That begins with F,” I whisper, and he snorts loudly, pulling back so he can grab the waistband of his joggers and shove them down over his hips before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I want you so fucking bad.” He leans back and strokes his dick, watching me as I kneel down to take the shoe off his good foot and ease his joggers over his brightly graffitied cast. Giving an absent snigger to the erotic cave drawings Sam gifted him with—they just get funnier every time I see them—I stand and help him lift his bad leg onto the bed.
He hisses in pain.
Frowning, I ask, “Do you need your painkillers?”
“Nope.” He reaches for me as I set the lube, which I’ve retrieved from my pocket, on the bedside table. “I need to be buried inside you.” He props the pillows against the headboard and sits back against them, urging me to slide into his lap. “I’ve heard that endorphins are released through sexual pleasure. They act as natural painkillers to reduce pain and promote euphoria.”
“Is that right?” I grin against his lips as my cock glides along his. “I wonder where you could have heard that.”
He chuckles and reaches up, tangling his hands in the back of my hair at the nape of my neck and pulling me in to devour my mouth. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him like it’s the last day on earth and my hips begin to rock. I grind my aching cock against his, growling softly at the friction.
Danny’s hands trail down my spine and grab my bum cheeks, squeezing and pulling me in closer. But I’m impatient so I lean across and grab the lube, flicking the cap open and drizzling some onto his fingers.
“Now,” he says as he trails his slick fingers down my crack until he finds my entrance and teases it, “where were we when the collapsing ceiling so rudely interrupted us?”
“Just about there.” I wiggle and groan as he slides a finger inside me.
Neither of us have the patience for foreplay right now. He slides another finger in, opening me quickly. I desperately grind against him, riding his fingers as his tongue plunges into my mouth.
“Please,” I pant against his mouth. “Please, Danny.”
He pulls his fingers out and I lift up onto my knees, watching as he slicks his rock-hard cock and holds it at the base, angled so I can sink down on him. I breathe out, trying to relax past the burn. When I’m finally seated fully in his lap with his balls pressed against my arse, my head falls back, and I sigh in relief. It feels so good to finally have him back inside me.