I've entered the Underworld, so you better not bother me today!
Danny read the message from his girlfriend, Meg, several times, chuckling to himself at her quirky ways of telling him she was having a writing day. He knew it said not to bother her, yet he desperately wanted to share some good news with her. And Meg would forgive him...right?
So now, he stands outside of her apartment, unlocking the door with his key, and stares in shock at the beautiful sight in front of him. Meg is sprawled out on the couch with headphones in her ears and a notebook in her hand. She writes vigorously with a green inked pen, yet that isn’t what he stares at. Her auburn hair is tied in a high ponytail, draping over a skimpy purple tank top and tiny black shorts that barely cover her ample rear. Her pale legs swing back and forth as she writes, humming to the tune blasting in her earbuds with her thick glasses balanced precariously on her nose. Danny shuts the door silently and crosses the room, beyond tempted by her body. He rolls up the sleeves on his black button up shirt before reaching over the sofa arm, stroking her legs.
Meg jumps and looks back, startled that Danny is in her apartment, and grinning down at her like a kid in a candy store, his eyes gleaming brightly through his black hair falls haphazardly into those eyes. His attention is too focused on her body to even notice. She pulls her headphone out of her ear, slightly annoyed at being interrupted even if he does look extraordinarily handsome today.
“What are you doing here?” she asks tactlessly. Danny doesn’t respond, he just strokes her calves and she sighs, “Danny, you know I need to work,” she adds.
“Then work,” his deep rough reply comes as he roams up to her thighs, his fingers coming deviously close to her pussy and she bites back a whimper. Even though she enjoys this, and Danny knows she enjoys it, she can't let him distract her. She lifts her chin defiantly and gives him a cold stare.
“Fine,” she says, turning away from him and focusing back on the story in front of her. She’s in the middle of introducing an important subplot, and even Danny’s skillful fingers will not keep her from finishing her task at hand. She hears him chuckle, and feels the couch cushion sink at the farthest end as he sits right by her feet. He wraps his calloused hands around her small ankles, lifting them to make room for him. Her pen falters as he kisses the arch of her foot, his skilled lips trailing up her legs to the back of her knees where he licks and nips at the soft skin gently. She squeals, shimmying her legs as his mouth tickles and excites her, “Danny!”
“I said you could get back to work. I never said I wouldn’t touch you,” he chuckles, his hands travelling up her bare legs to squeeze her ass. She whimpers as she fights the urge to give up on writing, and give him what he wants. But she can’t. She has too much to get done, so instead, she tightens her grip on her pen and gets back to writing. Swiftly, her fantasy world consumes her mind as her characters wander the nitty gritty Underworld. Focus on the story...nothing else, she mantras as his fingers still dance gracefully over her bare legs.
Danny can tell Meg is desperately trying to concentrate, yet he can’t help himself. He wants her crying out in pleasure instead of sighing with frustration, and scratching out the sentence she just wrote as she pushes her glasses back in place. His fingers knead at her butt cheeks once again, massaging them as a breathless moan slips from her lips. His hands trail down her thighs and between her legs, yet she purposefully keeps them clamped shut. He tries to coax her legs open with tender touches, and kisses, yet she shakes her head.
“I know what you’re trying to get at, and it ain’t happening,” she mumbles, though she can’t see the wicked smirk that crosses Danny’s face. He swiftly slaps her ass, and she cries out as she jumps in shock, “Danny!” she gasps, looking back at his now innocent smirk. Her moment of surprise gave him enough time to spread her legs and slip his long fingers into her pussy. She moans as his thumb whirls over her clit in wonderful, languid, circles.
“Yes, my dear?” he cooes, stroking her wet lips with that innocently cocky smile on his face.
“I…I have to focus on this,” Meg stammers, her cheeks bright red from his touch.
“Then write. I’m not stopping you,” he replies, tweaking her clit in a way that has her arching her hips off the couch.
“Oh—oh—I fucking hate you,” Meg moans as she turns back to her notebook, ignoring his gentle thrusts and circling of her clit. Heat rises low within her body, yet she will not succumb. Her novel is too important. This isn't the first time she's had to decide between desire and her novel, and Danny knows he will always win in that battle. Meg may not admit it though. Danny’s deep chuckle sends desire scorching through her, and her eyes flutter. She has to finish this…with shaky fingers, she turns back to her notebook, sighing with relief when Danny removes his hand from her pussy. She will not acknowledge her disappointment at not being able to come.
Fire and brimstone consume Jethro, yet that isn’t what has his attention. It is Gale. The man who betrayed—
Meg’s sentence fades as Danny puts his hands on either side of her hips and lifts them ever so slightly. She turns over her shoulder, and gasps when she sees Danny kneeling between her legs with that wicked gleam in his eyes.
“You wouldn’t dare—ah!” Meg’s words fail her as he pushes her shorts aside, lapping at her inner thigh before his lips latch onto her pussy. His tongue flicks over her clit, sucking it into his mouth as her heavenly moans fill his ears. He turns his head slightly, thrusting his tongue into her wet cavern while his thumb returns to her clit, stroking it as she wildly bucks against his mouth. Dear lord, there was no way she can focus on the Underworld now! Not with Danny’s large hands holding her body to his mouth as he drinks from her like she’s ambrosia. She rests her forehead on her notebook, her moans and gasps coming out in short bursts as her desire soars. She can feel herself plummet into an orgasm and she screams into the couch cushion, her hips pressing against Danny as he restrains her trembling hips, lapping up her juices as she slowly comes off her orgasm.
“Feel better?” Danny chimes with a smirk, wiping his thumb over his bottom lip as she blushes and nods.
“I…I still need to write though,” she shakily says, and he grins as another devious idea pops into his head.
“You sure about that…?” he teases, taking her hand and placing it on his jeans where she can feel his cock hardening.
“Oh…” she purrs, stroking him with a passion fueled haze on her face before she pulls away and turns back to her notebook, “Yes…Yes, I’m sure,” she stammers as Danny laughs.