“What?” There came that freefalling feeling again.
“Roll,” Danny tapped the bottle of lube against Mal’s shoulder, “onto your side.”
Mal could have sworn he had control over the situation originally. Not that he was never on the receiving end, he did enjoy that, but it was rare that he trusted someone enough to let them see him so exposed. Or at least rare that he was drunk enough not to care.
“Come on, Cho…” Danny coaxed him, settling in lying beside Mal and trailing the hand not holding the lube and condom gently down his chest, around his navel, teasingly into the curls below his waist and lower. “I’ll make it so good, you can’t even imagine. Have you been disappointed so far?”
Mal couldn’t say he had been. Danny’s hand on him alone, thumb passing over his slit, fingernails grazing lightly down his shaft, made him want to give in to every whim, every command given him. He usually didn’t work that way, in any situation, let alone in bed. He needed to know he had an exit strategy at all times, that he could always, always gain the upper hand.
“You’re awfully confident tonight,” he said.
“Because I know what I have to offer. Next time you can bend me in half like I promised. Do whatever you want to me. But tonight let me show you how good it can be like this. Remember how much you enjoyed my…party trick?”
Before Mal could answer, a moan tore from his lips as the hand on him sparked with a tingle of that alluring electricity. It should have hurt. Why didn’t ithurt?
“Yeah…you like that. I can do so much more. I’ll show you.” Danny pulled his hand away, took the lube and condom and set them on the other side of the bed, like a peace offering that theyweren’t jumping to the end just yet, and nudged Mal again to roll over.
Mal was too morbidly curious not to obey.
As he rolled to his side, he felt Danny shuffle out of his jeans. He knew Danny had also ditched his underwear when he felt the slick, hot slide of him against the back of his thighs. Danny spooned in behind him, draped his arm around his waist, and glided his hand up Mal’s chest to his lips. He brushed his thumb over Mal’s mouth, then teased with the pads of his pointer and middle fingers, gentle but insistent, like he didn’t fear for a second that Mal would refuse him. That kind of confidence from Danny did things to Mal he couldn’t put a name to.
Opening his mouth, he let Danny slide in his fingers, and brushed his tongue along the slender digits. Mal felt Danny twitch between his legs, eager to find a harbor, but he didn’t push for it. Instead, he had Mal suck on his fingers first, and as soon as Danny pulled them free, they sparked in front of his eyes, glittering with his lightning.
“Want to explore some uncharted territory with me, Cho? See what you like?” He touched the sparking fingers to Mal’s lips, which was strange and wonderful, before moving down his chin and neck and chest.
The fingers teased around Mal’s nipple, making him shiver and gasp. Then around the other. Then slower down his stomach. Mal was so wet, so hard, imagining where else those fingers might go. The not knowing—though he had an idea—was oddly freeing with someone like Danny, who had goodness stamped into his bones. He was playing a dangerous game like an old pro and had Mal panting in mere minutes.
Trailing low down Mal’s thigh, then inward and up again to right beneath his entrance, Danny touching that sensitive patch of skin made Mal quiver. But he didn’t deliver on his tease yet.He drew his fingers up along Mal’s shaft and twirled through the notable wetness leaking from his tip.
“Sure seems like you like it,” Danny whispered, shifting the touch of his fingers into a full hold. Mal bucked into him, fighting the desire to end this quickly. “Now that wouldn’t be any fun,” Danny said as he pulled away. “I have a better idea. On your back again.”
Mal didn’t even pause before complying. He was almost shaking, he was so keyed up. “Don’t think you’ll always be able to order me around like this.”
“We’ll see.”
Unable to keep from grinning, Mal liked that Danny never hesitated to challenge him.
Situating himself between Mal’s legs again, Danny hunkered low and reached for the lube. He coated his fingers, making them slicker than the wetness from Mal’s mouth. The expression the kid wore was pure mischief, almost daunting, almostmenacing. It reminded Mal of their fights, which carried their own sort of pleasure.
Now Mal understood. This wasn’t Danny Grant. Danny Grant wasn’t such a confident powerhouse, even as a detective. No, that was reserved for when he wore the suit. This was Zeus, thrumming and in control as he brought his fingers to Mal’s entrance and, in perfect time with the slow twist of the first one pressing inside, parted his lips to take Mal into his mouth.
Mal moaned. Trying to bite it back, choke it down, he couldn’t not be vocal. It was so much worse, so muchbetter, when that finger started to spark again. Curses fell from Mal’s lips to beat out the needy whimpers building in the back of his throat. Clutching at the comforter beneath him, having Danny around him and inside him at the same time was too much, his powers making Mal feel like no one else could.
Danny was right. Mal would never be with anyone who could match him.
“What about you, Ice Man?” Danny said. “Don’t you ever lose your cool?”
A second finger pressed in, already sparking, and pushed past the knuckle slowly. Danny coiled his fingers deep inside of Mal in time with the bob of his head. Mal’s moaning turned positively filthy, but there was no discharge of ice like Danny wanted. Mal’s control was solid; it had to be.
“Only if…you earn it,” he rasped rather than explain that it would never, ever happen.
“Oh, I’ll earn it. I like your voice rough like that. It’s sexy.” Danny slid his fingers away and crawled back over to his original position. Mal dutifully rolled onto his side, and Danny chuckled as he grabbed the supplies. “Next time, Cho, you can be in charge. But this time you’remine.”
Next time Mal was going to show this kid a thing or two about making someone moan. But he wasn’t complaining. The searing hot press of Danny wrecked him, arm snaking around his chest, dropping to his hip to steady him as he pushed inside. Mal tried to hold back his moans, but everything Danny did pulled such easy, needy noises from him.
He wanted to push back against Danny, even if the stretch was tight. It had been a while, so Mal appreciated the time to adjust, but it was almost worse that Danny was moving soslow. He was shaking by the time Danny sheathed himself fully, and then Danny just stayed there, not moving, and kissed the back of Mal’s neck.
“Damnit, Sparky…”
