Page 37 of Danny Hall Gets a Lawyer
“It’s his side gig. And he reckons that this body wash gets him double the tips.”
“Well, it’s gonna get you more than just my tip,” he said.
I laughed, but the laughter soon turned into soft moans when Miller kissed his way up my throat, making my blood sing with the touch of his lips on my skin. I grabbed at his hair and dragged his face upward, lunging forward for a kiss that was as scorching as the summer sun. The AC hummed and rattled as it pumped out coolish air, and I ran my hands down his back, feeling the play of his muscles under the thin fabric of his tank top as we kissed.
I rocked my hips forward, rubbing my hardening dick against the front of his jeans, and the next thing I knew Miller had grabbed me by the waist and steered me back across the room, and with a single shove I found myself sitting on the oldcouch. Miller straddled my thighs, grasped my shoulders, and kissed me, and the way he’d just taken control of the situation and steered me wherever the hell he wanted me had my cock standing to attention.
We made out like teenagers, our hands roaming over each other as we kissed, and I swallowed down Miller’s slow, deep kisses like they were candy, losing myself in the taste of him as my nerves popped and sizzled with every touch. My dick was rock hard, and I could feel Miller’s erection pressing against mine, a promise and a tease.
I shoved a hand between us and ran a hand over Miller’s dick through the fabric of his shorts, and he groaned against my mouth, his hips rocking forward into my touch. Yeah, he was as into this as I was.
I stroked him again and he broke the kiss and held my gaze, eyes as dark as a storm cloud. His voice was rough when he said, “Careful. If you’re gonna tease me like that, I might just bend you over the arm of this couch and fuck you right here.”
It was filthy and feral, and I swear when I heard him say it, all hoarse and needy, it was like he’d flipped a switch in me. I could picture it all too clearly—being bent over, spread out and fucked wide, Miller holding me in place by the hips as he slammed into me—and Iwantedit. So really, the next words out of my mouth shouldn’t have been a surprise to me, given how turned on I was by the idea.
“Do it. Fuck me over the couch.”
CHAPTER 10
MILLER
“Fuck me over the couch.”
I blinked as what Danny had said sank in. He gazed at me, his pupils dark and his expression pure lust, and I knew that he meant it.
Danny wanted me to fuck him over the arm of his couch. And I washerefor it.
I drew him in for another filthy kiss before scrambling out of his lap and pulling him to his feet. He kicked off his shorts and underwear, and I grasped his hip and spun him around, my other hand resting on the small of his back as I positioned him where I wanted him.
Danny moved easily under my touch, lying across the arm of the couch and bracing himself on his elbows so his ass was right in front of me. I slid both palms down over his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I slid a thumb over his hole and my breath caught when it came away slick with lube. “Jesus,” I muttered, my cock straining against my zipper.
Danny had prepped for me, and it was hot as fuck.
He looked back over one shoulder, his mouth curling up in a teasing grin. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
I pressed the tip of my thumb against his ass again. It sank inside as easily as a knife through butter, and my blood ran hot. If I’d been eager to fuck him before, now I was straight-up desperate.
I yanked my shorts and underwear down hastily, then fished a condom out of my pocket and rolled it on. I didn’t give Danny any warning other than running my thumbs over his hole and pulling it open before sliding into him in one long, smooth thrust. He made a choked-off sound and clenched around me, and at that, combined with the soft heat of his insides gripping my cock, any shred of self-control I might have possessed vanished.
I fucked into him fast and rough, my thrusts growing shorter as I closed my eyes and focused on the heat gathered in the pit of my stomach and the throbbing in my balls that told me this was going to be over way too fast.
“Fuck, yeah,” Danny gasped out, reaching down and wrapping a hand around his dick and stroking himself.
I gripped his waist and yanked him back onto my cock, sinking impossibly deeper, and yeah, no way was I going to last. From the sounds Danny was making, though, I wasn’t the only one. I leaned forward, wrapping an arm around him and kissing the back of his neck, catching traces of body wash and sweat as I plowed into him, desperately chasing my climax. I wassofucking close, just one more?—
The front door swung open, and Wilder's voice cut through the air like a knife.
“Hey, Danny, you—what thefuck?”
I froze.
“Wilder?” Danny asked, and he sounded about as horrified as I felt. I contemplated crawling under the couch as my face heated and my cock wilted.
“Jesus, I so regret having eyes right now,” Wilder groaned. “Just… I was never here, okay?”
And then the front door slammed shut, leaving us alone again.
I groaned and slumped against Danny’s back. “Well, that was horrifying.”
