Page 21 of Dead Serious Case 4 Professor Prometheus Plume

Everyone finally poured themselves into taxis late last night and headed home. Danny and I crawled into bed, too exhausted to do anything else. The whole day was noisy and hectic and emotional, but I wouldn’t change a single second of it. We’re a strange little bunch but we’ve become a family, even welcoming Aidan into the fold. Although he doesn’t know the whole truth about the ghosts and who Death really is, I think he suspects quite a bit. But he hasn’t asked and we haven’t said anything.

With my dad declining, I try not to think of how I’d cope right now if I were still on my own. Instead, the past year has brought these genuine, quirky people into my life, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Every one of the wild and often unbelievable events of the past twelve months brought another person into my weird little found family, but most importantly…

I stare at Danny, who is opening another beer and looks all flushed and happy.

This man. I give a really embarrassing sigh, sounding like a lovesick teenager. My whole world begins and ends with this funny, kind man… and hot, did I mention incredibly hot? I still don’t quite get what he sees in me but I’m not stupid enough to question it. He loves me, I know he does, because not only does he tell me freely and frequently, but most importantly, because I feel it. Right down to my bones.

“You look like you’re miles away,” he says.

“I just… love you.” I give him a wide, sloppy-drunk smile followed by a hiccup. “I’m so glad I’m not going back to work tomorrow.”

“Me too.”

“I really want someustime,” I say fervently. “No murders, no ghosts, just you and me.”

“You know what we should do?” Danny replies, his eyes wide like he’s just had the best idea ever. “We should go away, just the two of us, to a hotel in the middle of nowhere. Snuggled in bed, ordering room service. No ghosts.” He smiles. “No murder.”

A loud hum of pleasure escapes me. “God, wouldn’t that be amazing?”

“We should do it.” Danny nods decisively and reaches for his phone, squinting and holding it far too close to his face as he scrolls through something.

He looks way too gorgeous, all flushed cheeks, mussed hair, and stubble. Unable to help myself, I crawl around the coffee table and onto his lap. I grab the phone out of his hand and toss it towards the table, scattering playing pieces from the various games we’ve played. Laughing, he sways unsteadily and grabs my bum as I wind my legs around him.

“Don’t want to play any more games?” He grins.

“Later. Right now, I’m too happy and horny.” I wrap my arms around his neck. My lips crash down on his and I slide my tongue in his mouth. Fortunately, he doesn’t seem to mind my drunken lack of finesse. His arms wrap around me, pulling my body in tighter, one of his hands splayed against my back to press me to him while the other grips the back of my neck.

I let out a low and rather slutty moan. Usually, I’m somewhat reserved and a little self-conscious about people hearing—more specifically, the dead people who have a tendency to drop in unannounced. But right now? Fuck them. I grind into Danny’s lap, my cock hard and aching, my heart pounding, and my body flushed with pleasure and happiness. There literally isn’t any room in my inebriated brain for anything but the man in my arms.

We wobble slightly and knock the edge of the coffee table, which upends the game of Operation and catapults the little plastic internal organs and bones across the room. I slap my hand on the table to steady us and we continue to devour each other, but I must catch the Cluedo board this time, which sends miniature murder weapons showering over us.

I groan again. Danny’s hot, hard cock throbs through his thin sweatpants and grinds against my own. The next thing I know, he’s grasped the back of my t-shirt, breaking our kiss long enough to drag it over my head. The material makes my hair crackle with static and knocks my glasses askew.

Grasping them haphazardly, I chuck them across the room. My eyesight is unfocused from the alcohol anyway. I can’t see much, but what the hell, clearly that’s what hands and mouths are for. The room spins as Danny leans forward and rolls me underneath him.

He reaches up and drags his own t-shirt off, sending it flying before he presses me into the floor and slides his hand into my boxers to fist my cock. I rock up against him, feeling the scratch of the carpet against the backs of my shoulders. There is a good chance I’m going to end up with carpet burns, but I can’t find it in me to care. SO. WORTH. IT.

Especially when he twists his hand on the upstroke, his palm gliding over the sensitive head as he swallows my gasp.

Fuck.

Unable to help myself and fuelled by alotof Christmas booze, I let out another even sluttier groan. In fact, on a scale of nun to porn star, I reckon I’d come in somewhere around Only Fans cam boy.

“I want to be inside you so bad,” Danny manages to gasp out between kisses.

Shoving him back, I whip my underwear off and launch it across the room—not sure where it ends up, frankly. I scramble onto my knees in eagerness and lean over the sofa, pushing my bum out to shamelessly present myself.

He chuckles in delight and shuffles over to me on his knees. Before I can do or say anything, he cups my arse cheeks and spreads them, licking a hot, wet stripe over my hole. I let out a strangled—well, I’m not sure what the sound is that escapes me because my face is planted in our beautiful new sofa and I’m pretty sure I’m drooling.

He goes to town on my arse, licking and suckling, alternating between slow swipes and pressing his tongue inside my opening, all while he slides his hand between my legs and milks my cock.

“Mmfmmmfhph mhhhurrphff,” I moan into the cushions.

Danny pulls away and comes up for air. “What was that?” he pants.

I lift my head abruptly and look over my shoulder at him. “Don’t stop!”

Apparently, drunk Tristan is not only a bit slutty, he’s also demanding and, it seems, on a bit of a selfish one.