“You’re right.”Part of me wanted to keep arguing, but it would be for the sake of feeling, and not because it would help.“I don’t want to send Reese away.”The words hit harder than I expected.The idea of a Reese-shaped void in our lives was foreign and disconcerting.When did that happen?“I’ll make a conscious effort to tone down the… What did Adam call it?”
“Brandon’s Magical Manic Boinking Time.”
I twisted my mouth in mild frustration that Danny summoned the phrase so easily.“Let’s keep the boinking, but I’ll temper the mania after.”
“I’m not asking you to ignore the bursts of inspiration,” Danny said.“Just to find the balance between those and life.”
“I will.”Because that was what I did.I made the pieces work, and this would be no different.Besides, he was right—my behavior had changed and I didn’t like beingunhinged.“Are you good?Are we?”
Danny nodded with a soft smile.“Yes.”
“Good.”I made sure all the food was out of the way, knelt next to Danny, and cradled his face between my hands.“Dinner can wait.Let me make the bad behavior up to you.”I needed to feel him.To ground myself in him.
He quirked an eyebrow.“If you insist.”
I pushed Danny back and crawled up his body, shoving his shirt out of the way and kissing up his chest.His skin was hot against mine, drawing me in and cranking my need.I bit playfully along his skin and dragged my tongue over a nipple, pausing to tease the nub until he was breathless.
When my mouth finally met his, I fell into him.I was hard with desperation.I wanted more of him.To prove to him how good we were together.How much he meant to me.
I dragged down his zipper, and freed him.His hot cock jerked against my touch, and he let out a stuttered laugh when I dragged my thumb over the head.I slid back down his frame, and drew my tongue along the same path as my hand.
I took Danny in my mouth, and slid down his length in time with his drawn-out groan.I knew which buttons to push, how fast to stroke and squeeze, how to lick and suck, to get the right reactions from him.
He was beautiful, half reclined, watching me with lust and adoration, as I worshipped his cock.My own strained with need against my slacks, but I had to show him how much this mattered.How much he mattered.
I had to lose myself in him before I just lost myself.
His hips bucked and he fucked my face, and I sucked harder.Stroked faster.Lost myself in the abandon of tasting him.When his fingers tightened in my hair, I knew he was close.I fingered his sac, feeling it tighten under my touch, feeling his whole body tense beneath me.
A salty spurt hit the back of my throat, and then another, and I swallowed him until he was spent.
Danny relaxed back against the cushions with a shuddering sigh.I moved back up to kiss him, and he accepted hungrily.
Our mouths crushed together and our tongues danced.He undid my pants, and when he worked my cock free, a long, needy groan tore from my chest.
I was already so close, thanks to getting him off, and it didn’t take much of Danny’s coaxing to draw me to the edge of the cliff.He kissed me again, hungry and hard, and murmured, “I do love you,” against my lips.
My chest clenched, my body tensed, and orgasm filled and flooded me, spilling out as he fisted me and pumped.
He slowed to a stop, and silence filled the room, not drowning out the ringing in my ears.My mind was silent.So blissfully quiet.
My pants were a sticky mess, but I didn’t want to leave to change.Instead, we stripped out of all our clothes, wrapped ourselves in a blanket, each other, and not much else.
The food was lukewarm, but neither of us wanted to pull away long enough to heat it up.We sank into comfort while we ate and watched movies and sang along with the music and picked apart the dialog.
When we made it to bed, hours later, the peace we’d found turned to an itch in my mind.A nagging tune that wasn’t quite there, but I knew I could grasp if I just had a keyboard in front of me.
After the conversation with Danny, the desire was obvious, and I knew the burst came from finding those few hours of peace with him.But it was more than that.It was the abandon.The recklessness that came with the messy, impromptu sex.The closeness.The ability to leave the outside world behind for a few hours.
I wouldn’t indulge.Tonight my time was Danny’s.We climbed into bed, and I held him while his breathing evened out, and he drifted off to sleep.
I couldn’t do the same.I wanted to.But I also wanted to pull away and go indulge this need to build something new and wild.The longer I fought the urge, the more it clawed at my thoughts, until I was stuck in a loop of four bars, playing over and over in my mind, waiting for me to make them real so the next bits would happen.
The thoughts were almost maddening.What was going on with me?
Twenty-One
Reese