Page 95 of Dead Serious Case 4 Professor Prometheus Plume

Wrapping his arms around me, he rolls me underneath him on the plush mattress, the sheets winding around our bodies like vines and binding us together. I reach up and cup his face.

“I can’t believe I found you,” I mutter.

“We found each other,” he says and captures my lips.

Pleasure envelopes me, layered with contentment and love. Our naked bodies glide silkily against one another as he rocks against me. Sliding my hands from his cheeks into his hair, I grip and tilt his head, then open my mouth.

His tongue slides lazily alongside mine as if we have all the time in the world, and we do, right here and now, in this bed, in a hotel in the middle of nowhere, cocooned by a picturesque blanket of pure white snow. We’re in our own little snow globe, just the two of us.

I’m already hard when his hand snakes down between us and his fingers wrap around my cock, stroking slowly. Gasping into his mouth, I can’t help but roll my hips into the rhythm he’s setting.

I part my thighs and let him settle more fully between them. Taking one hand from his hair, I reach for his cock and curve my fingers around its thickness, tracing the pad of my thumb through the wetness at the tip with each pump of my fist.

Before long, we’re both panting. I move Danny’s hand aside and grasp both of our lengths firmly as we frot slowly. It feels like my hair is standing on end. My skin is tingling and my stomach clenching.

Danny reaches for the lube and wets his fingers, but as he slides his fingertips over my hole, gently teasing and circling my entrance, I know he won’t really need to stretch me. I’m still relaxed from having him inside me earlier.

Soon enough, I let go of our dicks and feel the blunt head of him push inside me as my hole stretches around him. There’s a sharp sting since I’m still a little tender from earlier, but I don’t let that stop me. I want this closeness. I want to forget everything except him and the pleasure he gives me, even when it’s tinged with the slightest hint of pain.

I wind my legs around his hips, trapping him against me and cupping those gorgeous arse cheeks in my hands so I can push him deeper into me. He keeps his pace slow and steady, circling his hips until he finds the right angle, and as I release his mouth and arch my neck on a gasp, he holds me tighter and forces his cock deeper. He pants against my ear when he buries his face in my neck, sending shivers through my body.

It’s almost too intense, the long, slow, screwing grind making my toes curl.

“Danny, please,” I manage to gasp. My fingertips dig into his skin hard enough to bruise.

My cock, trapped between our bodies, slicks his hot skin with my precome as I grind against his stomach. The combination of his hard muscles and the friction from the line of hair leading down to his groin sends sparks of pleasure rippling along the sensitive head of my dick.

“Please,” I beg again. He moves his hips faster, deeper, until I’m crying out, my head spinning as my orgasm explodes through me and my hole clenches tighter around him.

He cries out and shoves even deeper, holding himself at the deepest point. I can feel his cock pulse as he moans out his release.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

“You might need to give me a minute,” he mumbles into my neck and I chuckle.

We lie there quietly, limbs tangled around each other, him nestled between my thighs and softening inside me as I trace patterns on his back.

“Are you falling asleep on me?” I eventually ask. My eyes are closed and a lazy smile hovers on my lips.

“Yes,” he says simply.

I chuckle and shift slightly until he lifts his head and looks at me.

“We really should get up.”

“Do we have to?” He sighs.

“Yep.” I stroke his hair. “You know if we don’t show up Ellis will just come looking for us.”

“True.”

“And he says Aggie’s been cooking up something special for us,” I say in a singsong voice. We’ve both become addicted to Aggie’s food.

“You had me at Aggie’s been cooking.” He lifts off me and flops onto the bed beside me.

Since it’s New Year’s Eve, Ellis and Rosie have put together a party for all of us and coupled it with an engagement celebration especially for me and Danny. I have absolutely no doubt in my mind all the ghosts will show up.

Having slept through the events of the other night, Dr Walsh seemed content to just prop up the bar when the police showed and have one-sided conversations with the tiny and ancient Dilys once she appeared on the scene. It was just as well they’re one-sided as Dr Walsh doesn’t always make a lot of sense. In fact, he’s probably still there now. He didn’t seem at all inclined to move.