Even Though I'm on My Own, I Know I'm Not Alone
026
Danny popped open a nice bottle of champagne and poured two glasses.
"So classy, Mr. Worsnop." I smiled.
"Why thank you."
James tried to call me, but Danny just took my phone and cut it off.
"Danny, I have to talk to him sometime, you know."
"But we're trying to enjoy our evening, can't he wait until the morning?"
"It could be something about Brooklyn."
"Do you want to go get her?" Danny sighed.
"No, James needs to see her since he hasn't in almost a year."
"Well then why can't we just relax a little?"
"Just a little." He smiled at me.
"Do you still love me?"
"I've always loved you."
"No, I mean like this." He took his hand and put it under my shorts. Oh, Lord.
I stuttered. "I don't k-know..."
"Well maybe I can help you make up your mind." He put his other hand on the other side of me and pulled down my shorts.
"Danny, I don't know about this."
"There's nothing wrong with this." He threw my shorts on the floor and brought his mouth to my neck, kissing it gently.
Oh, I wanted it. More than anything. I didn't care if it was wrong, I did love this man to death. So what did I want to do? I wanted to fuck him.
He moved down and I lifted off my shirt and he started sucking on my hip bone.
I was shaking.
"Danny, just put it in already," I moaned. He grinned at me and shook his head.
"This has to be nice, not kinky."
"But I'm kinky, and I like it." I pouted. "Just take off your clothes."
"Fine. But I tried to make this nice."
"Who gives a fuck about nice these days."
He still kissed me all over, and then finally, it went in.
About fucking time.
James was still calling me an hour afterwards, but Danny refused to let me answer it.
"Let's go get married in Vegas. We'll fly, tonight."
"Danny, you're crazy! I'm STILL married!" I laughed.
"So."
"So classy, Mr. Worsnop." I smiled.
"Why thank you."
James tried to call me, but Danny just took my phone and cut it off.
"Danny, I have to talk to him sometime, you know."
"But we're trying to enjoy our evening, can't he wait until the morning?"
"It could be something about Brooklyn."
"Do you want to go get her?" Danny sighed.
"No, James needs to see her since he hasn't in almost a year."
"Well then why can't we just relax a little?"
"Just a little." He smiled at me.
"Do you still love me?"
"I've always loved you."
"No, I mean like this." He took his hand and put it under my shorts. Oh, Lord.
I stuttered. "I don't k-know..."
"Well maybe I can help you make up your mind." He put his other hand on the other side of me and pulled down my shorts.
"Danny, I don't know about this."
"There's nothing wrong with this." He threw my shorts on the floor and brought his mouth to my neck, kissing it gently.
Oh, I wanted it. More than anything. I didn't care if it was wrong, I did love this man to death. So what did I want to do? I wanted to fuck him.
He moved down and I lifted off my shirt and he started sucking on my hip bone.
I was shaking.
"Danny, just put it in already," I moaned. He grinned at me and shook his head.
"This has to be nice, not kinky."
"But I'm kinky, and I like it." I pouted. "Just take off your clothes."
"Fine. But I tried to make this nice."
"Who gives a fuck about nice these days."
He still kissed me all over, and then finally, it went in.
About fucking time.
James was still calling me an hour afterwards, but Danny refused to let me answer it.
"Let's go get married in Vegas. We'll fly, tonight."
"Danny, you're crazy! I'm STILL married!" I laughed.
"So."