Honey Drip // Danny Wagner

XIV

*the next installment...have some smut and fluff*

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I dropped Josh, Sam and Jake off back home, all of them staggering inside but especially Josh, who was so unsteady on his feet that he almost fell and Sam had to clumsily catch him as they headed up the sidewalk to their front door.

The wave of relief I felt walking in my apartment was massive--I couldn't recall another time I had been so grateful to be back in the small, white-walled space. I didn't feel high by that point but when I went to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes still had a lingering redness to them. I cupped the running faucet water in my hands and brought them to my lips, the cottonmouth still lingering a bit too.

Danny was sitting on the edge of my bed looking at his phone when I came out of the bathroom. "Are we good?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Yeah, we're good," I said, kicking off my shoes. "I'm sorry--I was just upset."

"You don't have to apologize," Danny assured me, standing up and taking my face in his hands. "Let me make it up to you."

He pressed his lips on mine then and I immediately relaxed into his kiss. His left hand lingered on my cheek as his right traveled down the length of my body to squeeze my ass, then a moment later he was undoing the fly of my jeans and pulling them down.

Danny shoved me back onto the bed and yanked my jeans the rest of the way off, his hands running down my legs. As his fingers went back up to start to pull down my underwear, I said, "Wait--are you still drunk?"

Danny continued, gently sliding my underwear down and onto the floor, his fingertips grazing my legs. "Not really. Why?"

"I don't wanna have sex with you if I'm sober and you're drunk."

"I'm not," he replied and moved up to kiss me, pressing me into the mattress as he parted his lips, his index finger running over me lightly, sliding through my wetness. I shuddered and pulled Danny's shirt over his head, then able to smooth my hands over his torso, feeling the taut muscles, his necklaces still dangling over his chest.

He got back on the floor and between my legs, spreading them. He kissed up my right thigh, his lips lingering on the soft fleshy part right where my pelvis and thigh connect. My breathing was already going rough, my chest rising and falling in anticipation, my heart feeling as though it might burst through my ribs when I felt Danny's nose gingerly brush against me.

"Oh fuck," I uttered when he dragged the tip of his tongue up--the soft, warm contact already causing me to grab the covers. My fists tightened around them as he continued, licking up and down before slipping his tongue inside a bit while his upper lip brushed against my clit.

I exhaled, looking up at the ceiling. Danny may not have been drunk anymore but there was still clearly some alcohol left in his system--his movements were more fluid, more free. It was all instinct, no thought.

His mouth landed right on my clit--my legs instinctively closed around his head as I let out a whine, but he pinned them back, digging his fingers into my thighs. I tore my eyes away from the ceiling to look down at him and he looked up at me, his golden eyes shining beneath his dark brows as he licked and sucked.

That was almost enough to make me cum--he knew it too, because then Danny slowly, painfully, removed his lips and tongue from me, pressing one last kiss to my inner thigh before climbing on top of me. He held my head back by my hair and kissed me deep, not waiting for my go-ahead before he slid his tongue in my mouth. I accepted, sliding my tongue over his to meet his messy kiss, my own hand pulling on his hair as the other squeezed his bicep.