Page 55 of Dead Serious Case 4 Professor Prometheus Plume
He edges around the dresser and heads toward me, but as he wanders past the window, he stops and stares at the sky.
“Looks like we’ll have snow sometime today. Look at the clouds.”
“I’d rather look at you naked.”
Now that he’s closer, he can obviously hear a bit better and turns to grin at me. “I thought we could get some breakfast and maybe have a walk around the grounds.”
As fun as that sounds, I have plans first that don’t involve me putting on more layers than Scott when he trekked to Antarctica.
I throw back the covers and push myself up, knee-walking to the foot of the bed completely starkers.
“We could go and get breakfast or we can work up an appetite first,” I say cheekily, enjoying Danny’s hot gaze as it trails appreciatively over my body, making my dick twitch.
I laugh as he whips his towel off and tosses it over his shoulder before tackling me to the bed. I roll him over and straddle his hips, giving a happy hum when his cock hardens in front of me.
“Now,” I say, a little breathless with anticipation. “Where were we yesterday before the water temperature tried to turn us into a couple of penguins?”
“I believe you were promising to do bad things to me,” Danny answers. His blue eyes glitter with mirth but his expression is intense.
“I’d better deliver, then.” My voice is low as I lean forward and kiss him slowly, taking him down through slick, syrupy layers of pleasure. Trailing my mouth down his neck to nip and kiss at his skin, I pause only long enough to take my glasses off and toss them on the bed next to me. Resuming a hot trail down his chest, I swirl my tongue around the flat discs of his nipples and rub my face against his gorgeous chest hair.
The tension in his body is tightly coiled, making his cock jump slightly against his belly as I sink lower. He spreads his legs so I can settle between them. I breathe in the scent of his skin, warm and damp from the shower. Burying my face in the crease between his leg and his groin, I make another little sound of happiness. Nuzzling into his balls, I lick a stripe up the seam, and then slowly take them into my mouth one at a time to tease him.
As I revel in the sound of his gasps and moans, I can’t help feeling incredibly lucky that I get this man in my bed, in my life, and know he’s one hundred percent all mine.
Flattening my tongue, I lick his cock from root to tip, then pause to swirl my tongue around the head. I feel his fingers slide against my scalp and grip my hair, not enough to hurt but enough to make my own cock ache. I lap at the precome beaded at the tip as I wrap my fist around the base so I can angle him towards my mouth.
His groan is loud and filled with relief when I finally swallow him down, setting a pace that I know will get him to the edge fast. I can tell that neither of us are in the mood for slow teasing this morning. After being cockblocked so spectacularly yesterday, we both need the release.
His hips lift slightly in time to my long pulls. I keep my hand loosely fisted around him to stop him from pushing too deep and making me gag. Some people might enjoy it, but I have a sensitive gag reflex and trust me, there is nothing sexy about that.
“Tris,” Danny pants. His hips shift restlessly and his grip on my hair tightens. I know he’s close, so I increase the suction and stroke the underside of his cock with my tongue. I love doing this to him, love feeling him come apart for me. His thigh tenses under my other hand and the next thing I know, he pulses into my mouth as he comes with a long, hard moan. I swallow and lap at the head until he’s too sensitive and pulls me off him with a hum. He yanks me up his body so I’m sprawled out over him and takes my mouth, tasting himself on my tongue.
He reaches between us and fists my dick. My balls ache and I’m so hard, so worked up, that it doesn’t take much to get me off. A few firm strokes later, I come hard, shuddering as I twitch against him, then collapse on top of him as I pant in satisfaction.
“Now that’s a good morning,” I mutter once I catch my breath. My ear pressed against his furry chest, I feel the rumble of his answering laugh.
* * *
By the timewe’ve cleaned up, dressed warmly, and have emerged from our room, I’m ravenous. Taking Danny’s hand and feeling a little smug and decadent, we head downstairs and back to the scene of the crime from the night before, aka the dining room.
The room is pretty much deserted. Ellis is nowhere to be seen, but there is a large spread of food set out along a banquet table and as we approach, it’s obvious there’s a bit of everything. After picking up a couple of plates and handing one to Danny, I fill mine with sausages, egg, bacon, mushrooms, and beans. Then I grab a tall glass and pour myself some orange juice.
I settle at a nearby table and after a couple of moments, Danny joins me. Funnily enough, even though we seem to be the last ones for breakfast and the food must have been laid out for some time in the warming trays, it’s still fresh and delicious. Or maybe I’m just so hungry that I can’t tell.
We tuck into our plates with gusto, but as I chew a mouthful, I look up and almost choke.
“Are you alright?” Danny asks, his brow furrowing when I continue to cough harshly, covering my mouth with the napkin. When I’m finally able to breathe, I pick up the glass of orange juice and take a big gulp.
My eyes are wide and fixed on a point across the room. “Oh no,” I whisper, averting my gaze.
“What?” Danny asks.
“There’s another one of them,” I mumble.
“Another what? A ghost? You saw a ghost? When? This morning?”
“Oh shit, she’s coming over here. Don’t look.”