Dangerous Liaison - Sex Stories

Dangerous Liaison

... and nuzzled into David's neck as he pulled me closer.

"I really, really shouldn't do this." David settled down a little and I moved with him. "The thing is, I'm working my notice. I'll be joining my dad's practice in a few months. It was always the plan, and I've had enough and got what I needed from London." I flinched slightly and looked at him, horrified. "Are you moving back to Scotland?"

"What? Oh no." He grinned. "The Cotswolds. It's not so far really. I'll be working four days on, three off, so plenty of time to come back up to London. Maybe if a mate had a couch I could borrow?"

"If you stay with me you have to provide sexual favors in my bed. It's like a house rule."

"Good rule," he grinned.

"My schedule's pretty easy. I don't have to always be in London," I suggested.

"Well you could stay at mine, once I'm settled, but I have the same rule you do."

"Awesome."

I changed position so I wasn't totally crushing David. Running my hands teasingly over his chest and gazing at him. "So, if I need the GP service obviously I'll check you're off duty."

He nodded. "And I feel nasty saying this, but we can't tell anyone."

"Of course not," I agreed. "Don't forget I'm judging the Paris Competition this year. That's another conflict of interest."

David danced his fingers down my side and made me squirm. "Not judging, Robbie said you're head judge. That's amazing."

I giggled and then managed to grab his teasing fingers. "Stop it! Yea, I was ...

... amazed to be honest, I don't want to mess it up."

"We'll be careful," he said, his dark eyes suddenly serious. I nodded and gave him a reassuring kiss. Feeling his lips curve against mine.

"So, quickfire questions," I said.

"Come on!" he rolled his eyes.

"Yes," I insisted and sat up, moving to the end of the couch so I could see him clearly. "Only first answers accepted."

He shook his head but made a come ahead gesture.

"Gay, Bi, something else or undecided?" I started.

"Bi."

"Really?"

"Problem?"

"No. Vers, or toppy-top only topper?"

"I don't switch, Baby. Your ass is mine."

I closed my eyes and gave an exaggerated shiver, "Perfect."

David laughed.

"British or American chocolate?"

"Uh, British. Obviously."

"Tea or coffee?"

"Whiskey."

I snorted. "Dog or cat?"

"Both."

"I think we may be made for each other," I told him.

"Not so fast. My turn." He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Streaky or proper bacon?"

"Neither," I shrugged, "Jewish. Sorta!"

"Reality TV. Love or hate?"

"Loathe."

"Morning breath or brush before kissing."

"Brush before. No excuses."

"Ballroom or Latin."

"Latin. If done properly it's basically sex standing up."

"Mouth or ass?"

"What?" I was horrified, "You can't make me choose!" I pouted as David cracked up.

"You're right. We're made for each other," he claimed and pulled my legs, dragging me onto the base of the couch and then reaching for my waistband. "And I wouldn't make you ...