Page 23 of Dead Serious Case 4 Professor Prometheus Plume

Once clear, I drop forward on my hands and knees. “Okay, go.” I look over my shoulder and grin.

Although his eyes dance with merriment, he grabs my hips and proceeds to make me see stars. My knees burn and the room is still spinning, but oh my god, it feels so good.

Without any further warning, my body tenses and I come so hard I do actually wonder if I’m going to pass out. Danny gives a loud, serrated groan as I clamp down on his cock, my channel spasming with the intensity of my orgasm. He leans over me and gives a couple of slow, grinding thrusts, and I feel his balls pulse against me when he comes inside me.

We both crash to the floor in a sweaty, dizzy mess as we roll onto our backs. For several long moments, we lie there semi-stunned, panting hard as we stare at the ceiling. A short while later, it’s Danny who breaks the silence.

“Do you wanna play Monopoly next?”

6

The room is blurry as I open my eyes, and it takes a minute to realise I’m not in bed. Hearing a loud purr, I look across, then wince at the sharp pain the movement triggers in my head. Jacob Marley’s furry face is right next to mine and although I can’t see him clearly without my glasses on, I can feel the judgement.

“Ugh.” I let my head fall back against the floor. I can hear Danny snore next to me and feel the warmth of his naked skin, but I’m in too much pain to move my head and look at him.

I’m contemplating whether I first need to piss, vomit, or seek medical attention, but when I blink again and everything remains blurry, I decide locating my glasses should be my priority.

With a great deal of effort, I lift my head, propping my weight on my elbows. Swallowing past the sandpaper in my mouth, I look around blearily.

“Where the hell are my glasses?” Suddenly I see the faint outline of them hovering in front of me.

Leaning my weight on one arm, I reach out and grasp them, then slide them onto my face. Now I can see an enormous bouffant of bright blonde hair and a pop of red lipstick. I blink several times until everything comes into focus.

“Dusty?” I mutter as her face comes into sharp view and I see her smirking at me.

“Fun night?” She pinches her lips together as if fighting the urge to laugh.

I look down to find I’m completely naked except for one Christmas-themed sock decorated with little Christmas puddings. Fortunately, my very naked dick is covered by the fluffy living room rug. It’s draped modestly over my naked lower portions because apparently drunk me was incapable of finding an actual blanket.

“Ugh, I’m too hungover to deal with this.” I flop onto my back again, closing my eyes against the throbbing in my skull. “Where the hell is my underwear?”

“Right there,” Dusty says smugly, and I open my eyes to follow the trajectory indicated by her long, crimson-painted nail.

My eyes lift, my mouth parting as I stare at my boxers dangling from the lampshade. I wince as Dusty laughs uproariously.

“Oh my god, you two are far too much fun.” She claps her hands in delight.

“So glad we could entertain you,” I murmur, closing my eyes again and swallowing down a wave of nausea.

“Who are you talking to?” Danny mumbles.

“Dusty,” I reply, tilting my head gingerly in his direction and opening my eyes again.

“Am I naked?” Danny asks without opening his eyes.

I didn’t have much of a choice but to get used to Dusty walking in on me in the shower and seeing me naked, but Danny’s a bit more modest about nudity around dead people.

I lift my head and glance down at our bodies. Drunk me was at least gracious enough to share the rug with Danny last night as it’s draped over his hips, but given the fact that his hairy chest is gloriously bare and that his grey sweatpants and boxers are still currently tangled around his ankles, I’m going to assume he’s pretty naked under the fake fur rug.

“Eh,” I say noncommittally.

“You know what? I’m not even bothered if Dusty can see my dick. My head hurts too much to care,” he mutters.

“Is that an invitation?” Dusty drawls and winks in my direction.

“No.” I sigh. “Why are you here, Dusty? Not that I don’t love you, but it’s too early for this.”

“No reason,” she says innocently, but I catch her glancing at my hand.