Page 75 of Thrill
Instantly, Danny’s cock twitched. Fuck, the impact this guy had on him was carnal.
“You’re teasing me, Mr Jones,” Danny said. “I won’t be able to go back in there with an erection and it will be all your fault.”
“Maybe I like you under my spell.”
“Oh, I’m that all right.”
“Later?”
“Later.”
Tyler got to his feet. “I’m giving you a virtual kiss as an IOU. I’ll pay it back in full tonight.”
Danny watched Tyler head back into the building. He wanted to fall asleep with that man in his arms. Before that, he planned on tiring them both out.
The new bed was huge. Tyler had made the most of the room’s size. As soon as Danny had walked through the door, Tyler had begun pawing at his clothes.
Now they were rolling around on the bed. Their hard naked bodies pressed against each other. Danny shifted Tyler so he lay on his back. Tyler wrapped his legs around Danny’s waist.
“Did you say something about fucking me into next week?” Tyler said.
“I think you’re right,” Danny replied. “We did make a deal along those lines.”
Danny’s phone started to vibrate on the floor.
“Ignore it,” Danny said. “I’ve got better things to worry about.”
He kissed Tyler’s neck. He was getting to grips with the pressure points on Tyler’s body.
“Fuck, that feels nice,” Tyler murmured.
Danny had every intention of working his way farther down Tyler’s body to another area that made him squirm with pleasure.
As he reached Tyler’s hip bone, he lightly ran his tongue across the tight skin. As predicted, Tyler responded with a shudder. Every move Danny made, Tyler’s body appeared to crave. It made him feel so powerful.
Once again, Danny’s phone began to make a sound.
For fuck’s sake.
Tyler grabbed Danny’s head and raised it so they were staring at each other. “Do you think you should get that? It might be important.”
Danny scrambled up. “Fine. Don’t you move a muscle. Do you understand me? Not one. You’re so fucking hot.”
“Roger that,” Tyler said, saluting.
Fighting the urge to throw the mobile out of the window, Danny grabbed it. Instantly, he froze. It was Denise. Bruce’s wife. She never rang him.
“Shit,” he said. With a shaking hand, he answered the call. “Denise?”
“Dan. Thank God. I’m so sorry to disturb you.”
Her voice was full of worry.
“What is it?”
“It’s Bruce. He’s…he’s had a heart attack, Dan.”
The world seemed to stop. Danny slumped down on the bed.
