Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy(53)

The disappointment in his eyes made me feel very small, almost bad enough to consider taking it back. “You were never lonely coming home to an empty house?” he asked.

Boy, this conversation made me depressed. “I was. Knowing no one is really going to mourn my passing has hurt more than I can say. Still, you’ve got to admit you’re asking a lot of me on such short notice.”

Dan considered for several seconds before speaking again. “I’d like to know who hurt you so bad that you’re afraid to love.”





My jaw dropped. He’d seen right through the evasiveness to the heart of the matter. Jeez, was I really that transparent? With a concerted effort to smooth my expression into nonchalance, I asked, “What are you going to do, rattle chains in his attic?”

“I was thinking of jumping out of his closet and yelling boo.” The corner of Dan’s mouth quirked up.

Just like that the moodiness was done, and we shared a laugh. Dan hugged me tight, and then we shared more than a laugh. He kissed me deeply. Possessively. I lit up like fireworks. He took my mouth like he owned it with a devouring sweetness that left me dizzy and incredibly wet. I gave as good as I got, shoving my tongue in his mouth to sample him thoroughly. Dan tasted good, as a Marlboro Man should. Okay, I know the slogan belonged to another cigarette company. Screw the accuracy.

When the kiss ended, I felt more than ready to play. Too bad he hadn’t kissed all the common sense away quite yet, because I had to make sure we understood each other before our embrace went any further.

I asked him, “Can we leave things as they are for now? Even if it means sharing me with Tristan?”

His eyes went tight at the corners for an instant, and I thought that would do it for fun time. Then Dan smiled. It was a wry, grimacing expression but still a smile.

“I’ll let it go if ‘for now’ includes this—” he kissed me again, making my toes curl with the passion of it “—and this.” His hands found my breasts and massaged them roughly, making me writhe excitedly against him.

“And this?” I added, my hand fondling his erection. The hard length of him assured me Dan had lost no interest in fun time.

His clothes disappeared, and I had more than a handful of velvet-skinned iron, hot and eager. “A lot more of that, please,” he said, his voice low and raspy. “I want to feel your mouth wrapped around my cock. Now,” he added, apparently remembering how much I like being ordered around when it comes to sex.

“Yes Sir,” I breathed, and slid to the floor to kneel between his legs.

I trailed gentle kisses down his shaft. Cupping his balls in my palm, I licked them, enjoying the softness of the skin there. With my free hand, I stroked his penis up and down while giving his scrotum a very thorough tongue bath. Dan groaned, his hands in my hair, tightening and releasing in turns as I enjoyed tasting him.

Then I moved up his erection, my tongue tracing the vein that ran the underside of his cock. I delighted to feel it thrum with a pulse, as if Dan still lived. It amazed me what memories our discorporate selves retained after death. Even involuntary functions could be recalled in the right situation.

I followed that throbbing trail right up to his darkened head, where I paused to lick all around where it joined to the shaft. Dan whispered my name, then “baby girl” as if muttering a prayer. A bead of sweetness appeared at the tip of his cock. I claimed it, rolling his salty goodness all over my tongue.





Then I twirled my tongue over the smooth head, going slow to make him moan. Hearing his pleasure at my service made my nipples and lower parts tight. I love making a man feel good like this. Don’t ask me why it flips my switches; it just does. My thighs were already slick from eager juices as I delighted him.

My lips closed over the head, and I slowly drew them away, sucking gently as I went, my tongue swirling until his cock left my mouth. Another moan, and I got a ticklish warmth in my belly. He loved my work. A girl likes to know her efforts are appreciated.

Slowly, slowly, I enclosed as much of Dan’s length in my mouth as I could, one hand gripping the base of him while I caressed his balls with the other. I reversed course, rubbing the pulsing vein below with my tongue. He groaned as I took him again and again and again.

I could have pleasured him forever. I loved the feeling of his hands tangled in my hair, occasionally pressing my head down to envelope him more than I was completely comfortable doing. When I’d softly gag, he’d groan, “Good girl.” He’d give me a few safe strokes to recover before pushing me down too far again. I’d known a few guys who had the throat-choke fetish. Dan was pretty tame in comparison, and I didn’t mind him enjoying his mastery. I knew if I asked him to stop, he would.