Page 82 of Dead Serious: Case 3 Mr Bruce Reyes

“Tristan.” Danny clutches my hips, giving them a little tug to get me moving.

Before I was so desperate for him, so desperate for a good hard pounding, but now that we’re here and I’m filled with him, I don’t actually want to rush it.

I’ve missed this, how his length makes me ache low in my belly yet feels so good. I start up a slow pace and instead of rising and falling, I roll my hips, undulating against him and letting his thick cock massage deep inside me.

He groans and buries his face in the crook of my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin as I ride him, but I rake my fingers through his hair and pull his head back so I can take his mouth.

“Tris.” Shuddering, he grips my arse so tightly he’ll probably leave fingerprints, forcing me to grind against him harder, deeper.

Closing my eyes, I feel every sensation ripple along my body. “So… good…” I pant.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his heartbeat hammering against mine, our chests pressed together so tightly you couldn’t slide a sheet of paper between us. My gaze tracks over his gorgeous, flushed face and I see his eyes locked on something over my shoulder.

I glance back to see what he’s looking at and I smile. There’s a large mirror across the room and from this angle, I can see the back of me as I ride him, can watch the reflection of his glistening dick sliding in and out of my stretched hole. I groan loudly.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy,” I gasp as we both avidly watch his cock disappearing inside me.

“Christ.” Danny urges me to ride him faster, his breath picking up.

Turning back to him, I grab the headboard on either side of his head and use it as leverage while I lean back slightly. My hips move even faster now as his cock pistons in and out of me. My balls are aching and I’m desperate to come as my prostate is nailed continuously from this angle.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Danny grips my hips harder, making me work his cock. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes,” I throw my head back and let out a loud cry as my orgasm hits me like a freight train. I come so hard it makes me dizzy. Stripes of cum decorate Danny’s stomach and chest. I slow my movements, grinding down on him as the last few weak drops of my release smear his lower belly. I can feel the pulse of his cock and feel a lazy kind of contentment knowing he’s come inside me.

“Mmm.” I drop my head down and bury my face in his shoulder, feeling the dampness of his sweat and the heat of his skin as he strokes my back slowly.

“On the plus side, we didn’t break the bed and the ceiling didn’t fall in,” Danny rumbles next to my ear and I let off a huff of laughter.

Lifting up, I kiss him. It’s soft and slow, filled with warmth and love and intimacy. I’m so grateful, that, even though our lives are chaotic and bizarre beyond measure right now, we have this. We have each other and it’s everything.

“Love you.” Smiling, I peck another kiss to his swollen lips and climb off him.

I stroll naked into the bathroom to clean up and bring back a damp washcloth for Danny. Once I’ve wiped the cum from his body, I toss the cloth carelessly toward the bathroom and crawl back onto the bed.

Danny has shifted the pillows and slid down the bed so he’s now lying on his back. Curling into his side, I hook my leg over his good one and prop my head on my hand so I can gaze down at him.

“Are you okay?” I ask. “You’re quiet.”

He turns his head toward me and gives me one of the special Danny smiles he reserves only for me, then lifts his hand and traces my jaw with the pads of his fingers.

“Just thinking, I guess.”

“About?”

“You.” He smiles, then glances around the room. “This, the flat, everything that’s happened today.”

“It’s a lot,” I agree.

“It is.” He goes quiet again.

“Is something bothering you?” My brow creases.

“Bothering?” he repeats. “No… I don’t know, I just keep coming back to how Ari, Brandy, and the others just showed up to help us out. They barely know us. I mean, we’ve met, what? A couple times in passing? And most of that was during Dusty’s murder investigation. But they just showed up, no hesitation. Then what Chan said… that we were family to her.”

“Got you thinking about your own family, didn’t it?” I guess as I trail my fingers through his chest hair.

He nods. Lifting his hand, he runs it through his already mussed hair.