My heart sank. I’d been looking forward to tonight, but I hadn’t realized quite how much until now, when there was a chance of it not happening. On impulse I said, “No problem. I can drive you back to my place. I’ll bring you back in the morning.”
“My shift starts at six,” he said.
I’d have to get up before dawn, but if tonight was anything like last time we’d hooked up, it would be worth it. “That’s fine.”
Danny’s face lit up. “Really?”
I found my smile mirroring his. “Yeah. That work for you?”
“Hell yeah.” The truck rocked on its springs as Danny jumped out, locked it, and slipped the keys into his pocket. “What are we waiting for?”
We stoppedto pick up some Chinese takeout on the way back to my apartment. Danny pulled out his wallet but I waved it away and paid before he had a chance to argue. His face did something complicated, and he said, “Next time it’s on me.”
I wanted to tell him there wouldn’t be a next time, but I kept my mouth shut. After all, wasn’t that what I’d told myself last time? But here we were, doing it again. There was something about Danny, with his teasing smile and boy-next-door charm, that drew me to him like a magnet, and it seemed as though he was as into this as I was. I’d be stupid not to make the most of it while we had the chance.
When we got back to my apartment, I dropped the bag of takeout on the table and pulled Danny close by the front of his shirt and kissed him, hard. He kissed me back and we made out for a while before he pulled back and said, “Not that this isn’t hot as fuck, but maybe we should have dinner first this time?”
“Fair. We’re going to need all our energy tonight,” I said, giving his ass a squeeze.
He huffed out a laugh and dropped into the dining chair. We didn’t bother with plates, and I wasn’t sure if it was hunger or eagerness to get to the fun part of the evening, but it took less than ten minutes before my chopsticks were scraping the bottom of the plastic container and Danny was licking the remains of the last spring roll from his fingers. He let out a contented noise and rested his other hand on his flat stomach. “Man, that was good.”
I hummed my agreement and pushed my chair back from the table. This wasn’t like last time. There was no rush. Danny wasn’t going anywhere. I wanted to get him into bed, sure, and I couldn’t wait to fuck him, maybe harder than I had last time. But for now I had the luxury of just looking at him, taking in the way his curls peeked out from under his cap, the dusting of dark stubble across his jaw, and the way his eyes creased up in a teasing smile when he caught me watching him.
Something in the air shifted between us. “Like what you see?” he asked, voice low.
Yeah, I really did. I leaned forward and reached across the table, dragging a fingertip through a stray smear of plum sauce on his bottom lip. Danny’s breath caught, and his tongue darted out and lapped at my finger. He held my gaze as he reached up and grabbed my hand and guided my fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue and soaking them. It was hot as fuck, and my cock sat up and took notice. I reached down with my free hand and cupped my hardening dick.
Danny moved with an easy grace, and between one breath and the next, he was straddling my lap, grinding against my erection and kissing me like he was starving and I was the main course. I kissed him right back, exploring the inside of his mouth and cupping his ass, and he let out a low groan. It was a heady feeling, having someone be so into me, and all thoughts of takingmy time flew right out the window when he broke the kiss and tugged on my earlobe gently with his teeth. “Bed,” I rasped out, “right now.”
“Couch is closer,” Danny said, a hint of laughter in his voice.
Joke was on him. He let out a startled squawk when I braced and stood, carrying him over to the couch and dropping him on his back. “Fuck, that was hot,” he said, eyes wide as he scrambled to unbutton his jeans and shuck them down his thighs.
I knelt and tugged Danny’s hips forward until he was perched on the edge of the couch, then slid his jeans and boxer briefs down to his ankles. He sat up and his dick slapped against his bare stomach. And yeah, I’d been planning to fuck him, but his cock was right there, and I found my mouth watering at the sight. His dick was hard and thick and rosy-tipped, and in the end it was too tempting to pass up. I leaned in and licked a stripe up the shaft before taking his length in my mouth and starting to suck.
“Fuck!”Danny shouted, and a second later he thrust up and grabbed at the back of my head. His grip was firm as he held me in place and started fucking my throat in short, rapid thrusts, letting out desperate littleuh-uh-uhsounds. My mouth filled with the taste of precum, and that, combined with watching him fall apart, had my own cock aching for release. I reached down and fumbled my suit pants open and pushed down my briefs. I shuddered as I ran a hand over the head of my cock, spreading the precum that was already beading there, and started jerking myself off with rough, urgent strokes. I was alreadysofucking close.
Danny hissed between his teeth and started fucking my mouth faster when I teased at his slit with the tip of my tongue, his grip on my hair tightening to just this side of painful. The sharp sting of it was all it took to send me over the edge, andI came all over my hand in hot spurts while at the same time, Danny stilled, grunted, and unloaded down my throat.
It was overwhelming in the best way, and I swallowed around Danny’s softening cock in a daze before letting it slip from my slack mouth. I rested my head against his thigh and gazed up at Danny while my brain and body floated along in a lazy river of post-sex endorphins.
He ran his fingers through my hair and gave me a fucked-out smile in return, so I guessed he was feeling about as good as I was—which was pretty fucking phenomenal, for the record. We stayed like that for a few minutes, but the cum coating my hand was starting to cool, so I pulled myself out of my stupor and wiped it clean on the tails of my shirt. “Fuck, that was good,” I rasped out.
Danny hummed in agreement. “It’s not what I was expecting, but I ain’t mad about it.”
I gave a lazy shrug. “I wasn’t expecting it either. I was planning on bending you over and railing you from behind.”
His fingers stilled in my hair. “Yeah?”
I raised my head to find him looking at me, and something about the intensity of his gaze had heat stirring in my belly. I eased myself upright and rested my arms across his bare thighs. “Yeah.”
Danny inhaled sharply, and then he gave me a wicked smile and said, “Well, I’m here all night.” He scrunched up his nose, and it was cute as fuck. “How about I shower first, though? I still smell like a gas station.”
There was no way that combination of words should have been arousing, but my cock throbbed and tried to harden anyway. It seemed where Danny Hall was concerned, the usual rules didn't apply.
CHAPTER 7
DANNY
