Dangerous Liaison - Sex Stories

Dangerous Liaison

... now, so I'm happy again."

"Okay," he accepted and beamed at me, resting his head on my shoulder and hugging me. God, no wonder David adored these kids.

"And now I'm happy, because it's STORYTIME," Frankie told Danny, who rolled his eyes but transferred back to Frankie without compliant.

"I have to go to bed," he told me, pouting slightly. "It was nice to meet you-?"

"Armenia," I thrilled him by shaking his hand.

"Army?"

"My friend calls me Mania," I admitted, ignoring Frankie's delighted grin. "You can too if you like."

"Okay. Goodnight, Maner."

"Night, Danny."

Frankie looked at me with interest, "Can I call you..."

"No."

He sniggered and went off with Cam and Danny. No doubt to find Josh for bedtime stories.

"I hear you like whiskey?"

My breath caught at the voice behind me, and I couldn't stop the smile as I turned. Clenching my fists so I didn't just grab David and start kissing him straight away.

"You heard right," I told him.

He cocked a brow and handed me a glass. I followed him to the counter and slid onto the stool next to him. Pulling up a rich, smoky fragrance from the glass.

There was a definite thinning of the crowds as people took their kids home. I had arrived a little later in the evening deliberately.

I tipped the glass and took the first sip. My eyes still held by David's. His warmed in pleasure as I murmured appreciation. "Hmm. Yes, that's nice." I took another sip. "Really nice."

He drank some of his ...

... own drink. "I thought you would like it. Have you eaten?"

I shook my head, "Too nervous. This'll do." I sipped again, enjoying the fiery warmth down my throat.

"Jesus. It's forty percent," David cautioned and moved to the fridge. "Enjoy it then eat, or I'll be rolling you back to yours."

"Do I get more of this?" I asked. I was trying to make one lousy finger last, because it was so delicious.

He moved closer. "If you want I'll dip my cock in it and you can suck it off," he rasped in my ear. Filthy bugger. I winced as I hardened and he grinned, moving to the microwave.

I shook my head, pulled off my fake fangs, and smiled as I savoured the whiskey. Finishing as David brought over a couple of hot dogs and some spicy chicken.

"Yes, you can have some more later," he confirmed. I thanked him and started eating. David sat next to me and picked up some chicken. People were dancing in the studio, others passed to grab a drink or use the bathroom, but it was quiet enough in the kitchen.

"It's so good to see you," David said in a low voice, his eyes eloquent. "How were your family?"

"Great," he knew already really, we had talked or messaged every day. I had decided to make a prolonged trip to the States right after Paris. Because there was no fucking way David and I could cope with being in the same city and not seeing each other. It was just too hard.

I had run away for three weeks and made it easier on both of us. He had spent the last ten days moving himself ...