"Thanks again, Eddie." Lacey waved to her doorman friend as her and Danny exited the luxury building to wait for their ride.
Danny grabbed ahold of Lacey's hand as they waited, something Lacey was beginning to realize was a thing for him. He was always playing with her hands.
"When are you going to tell Clara about us?" Danny asked, intertwining their fingers together the way couples do.
Lacey politely pulled her hand back and tucked them in under her armpits, definitely exaggerating her attempt at keeping herself warm. She just needed to connect with herself, regain some control she felt she had somehow lost in the five minutes it took them to get from the penthouse down to the sidewalk.
Danny noticed, but wasn't sure exactly how to address it or even if he should. Lacey was a type A kind of person, always in control. He knew she was used to having lots of time to herself and although they had just blown each other's minds, perhaps the reality of suddenly adding a new relationship to her life wasn't feeling right anymore.
"Do you want to tell her?"
"Of course." Lacey said unconvincingly, "Man, I am starving—" She changed the subject but honestly, Danny was hungry too.
"You're like a cat I'm trying to force into a bathtub."
That was definitely not the best way to address it.
"Come again?" Lacey shot him a confused look.
Danny pointed to the top of the skyscraper, "Is the air different up there maybe?" He had already insulted her, why stop now?
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you never wanted to have sex with me ever again—"
"Who said that?"
"Pretty sure you just called me a stupid, dirty cat? If you've got something to say Danny just fucking spit it out."
Danny sighed and took a minute before responding, "I'm worried about this." He moved his hand between them, "Us."
Lacey rolled her eyes, "Fine, then why did you even ask me to be in a relationship—again—" She dragged out the last word like he had been a long suffering fool about it.
"My mother would randomly pop into my life, show me how great she was at stuff. She'd even love me sometimes, tell me how proud she was of me, give me hugs, and I'd soak it in every time." Danny trailed off, his mind obviously remembering every detail.
Lacey waited silently, apparently it was his turn to have a mother memory that brought him to his knees. They had more in common than she realized.
"And then it's like this switch would flip. She'd pull away, be suddenly so busy we wouldn't talk for days, weeks. Eventually I just stopped expecting anything from her at all, so now whenever she decides to be a loving mother it's only a positive thing that adds to my life. All the days in between I'm just living my life while she lives hers."
"Is this you telling me I'm like your mother, who's also a stupid, dirty cat?"
"I'm trying to tell you that I'm scared. I'm looking for a partner, someone I know will give me everything I'm giving them. I'd like it to be you."
"You're telling me you're already feeling lopsided because I don't want to hold your hand? Jesus Danny, I just had your dick in my mouth—"
"I saw you work in the car, you have a job you never get a break from."
"Oh!" Lacey's eyes went wide, she pulled out her phone and turned the notifications on again, "Thanks for reminding me."
Danny watched Lacey get sucked back into her life. He sighed and just gave up. Lacey glanced over at his disappointed face, doing a double take.
"Listen, I'm not your mother, okay? I'm not bailing, I'm just a very busy person. You already know this about me. I work hard," Lacey walked up into Danny's personal space, "I play hard." She kissed him.
Danny kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her in equal parts happiness and relief. The blaring of the car horn from their Uber waiting beside them broke them apart.
"I'm sorry I called you a dirty cat." Danny muttered as they slid inside.
"It's okay, I think you were right about the air up there though." Lacey giggled, "Let's get some food."
"Keep your hands to yourself." Lacey moved Danny's hands, the one that was wrapped around her right butt cheek and the one that had a grip on her left breast.
"It doesn't count if it's over your pajamas." Danny groaned as his lips searched for hers again, "Besides, you're literally sitting in my lap and grinding your shit all over my shit—"
Lacey rolled her hips again, "Should I stop?"
"You're going to make my come in my pants if you don't."
"So that's a no?"
"Please let me take you upstairs?" Danny begged.
They had found a burger place, stuffed themselves and had taken full showers in anticipation of crashing, but something had them wide awake: the prospect of having more incredible sex while they still had the chance. With Lacey's boundaries clear, they had settled for making out on the couch.
Danny grunted when Lacey lined herself up along his shaft through their pajamas and rubbed a little too fast for a little too long.
"Please, god, please—" He kept his hands off of her and could only watch as she got him closer and closer, "What time is she coming back?"
"Ten AM."
"So we have eight whole hours." Danny wanted to grab her so bad, rub her, anything, "Fuck, I want you."
"How close are you?"
"Less than a minute if you keep it up." Danny couldn't take it and reached up to hold her still, "I got it when we were just roommates—" Danny kissed her neck and made her moan, "But you're my girlfriend now—" He moved her hips again, torturing himself.
Danny crept his hand inside her pants so he could get some skin to skin contact directly with her clit.
"Shit—" Lacey liked that.
Danny's hips moved to meet each of Lacey's rocks against him. He had the best rhythm, dancers fucking ruled.
"Danny—" Lacey begged his name without having to add the please.
Danny slid his hand away and stood with Lacey still wrapped around him. He marched with her over to the stairs and up to his room as fast as he could.
He didn't crawl onto the bed this time, instead peeling Lacey off of him and tossing her down before pulling his pajamas off.
"Tell me to stop and I will." He challenged her and yanked her pajama bottoms off, no underwear. That fucking did it.
Danny dragged Lacey to the edge of the bed and dove his face in between her legs. He held her core close, his hands gripping and lifting her ass just for this sole purpose.
"Don't waste time, I'm already warmed up—" Lacey choked out as she held onto Danny's sheets for dear life.
Danny plopped her down and wrangled a condom from his stash. He tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled it on expertly, his eyes never leaving Lacey's half-naked body.
"I don't want to overstep your boundaries, you only had two—" Danny really didn't want to mess this up.
"Just tonight, I promise I won't be upset later."
"You might be, this is about to last maybe sixty seconds." Danny chuckled.
"I told you I'm already warmed up—" Lacey pulled him on top of her and he did as he was told.
She held her knees back at first so Danny had plenty of room to work. Danny loved that and entered her happily. Once he got going he slid his hands under her pajama top and bunched it up so he could kiss her nipples.
"Relax." He pried her hands from behind her knees.
Danny opened his legs wider and rocked himself against Lacey's clit every time he pushed forward. Lacey had full control of his ass while he did this, pulling him in deeper and using her leverage to grind herself against him harder.
"How is it better than before?" Lacey panted, "I'm—"
"I can feel that." Danny smiled down at her, "You feel so good." He nodded and just stared at her in wonder as she crested over and through another climax of his doing.
Just as the feeling faded for her, Danny took his turn and leaned his upper body against hers, using her entrance to milk just his tip in and out of her. His face was now smooshed in beside her head, breathing erratically as he worked to get himself there.
"Roll over." Lacey suggested, "Let me take care of you—"
Danny accepted her offer and pulled her up as he rolled onto his back. Lacey didn't miss a beat and got her ass moving at the same pace he was trying for. She finally got the chance to rub his chest and run her fingers down his abs, damn he was fine.
"I thought you said sixty seconds?" Lacey winked at her perfect boyfriend.
"I've always been an over achiever." Danny huffed, "Just like that, Lacey—"
Lacey kept her pace, squeezing herself tight as she rode him the way he so badly needed.
"What was that—"
"What?" Lacey smiled big, "This?" Lacey squeezed her core again as tight as she could, "I work out."
Danny could no longer control all of his bodily functions at once any more, his legs melted into the mattress and he couldn't keep his mouth closed.
"Do that again." He managed.
Lacey squeezed again and held it, rolling up onto her feet and bouncing for him at the same time.
"FUCK!" Danny guided her hips a little faster, Lacey still clenching herself tight, "I'm coming—" Danny's voice faded and his eyes slanted into tiny slits as he bucked up into her with zero rhythm.
He pulled Lacey down into his arms and kissed wherever his lips could reach, just enjoying holding her close while his breathing evened out.
"That was incredible." Danny smiled and nuzzled his face into her hair.
"We can't do this Danny." Lacey's head was back from lust land and she was suddenly dead serious.
"I hear you. Listen, she's not here. We won't do this here again unless we have a confirmed day when we know for sure she'll be away."
"I don't want to start wishing for that. She's my sister, this is her home. It just can't be weird, it can't. This is her soft place to fall—"
"I have to say that being with you this way has been unreal, but I'm pretty sure you can see that don't have an issue with discipline. I'll wait, I'm happy to wait, as long as I know we're in the same place." Danny laced his fingers with hers.
"Thank you, yes, we're in the same place."
"One last favor tonight?" Danny asked sweetly.
"Tonight? It's already three AM, buddy—"
"Sleep here. Don't go back to your room, please? I want to be close to you."
Lacey rolled over and backed herself into him as the little spoon. Their second go at making love tonight was far superior to the first. The hesitation and awkwardness was gone and left only their desire and a new level of inhibition. They really were an excellent match.
"Good night, Danny."
"Good night." Danny kissed the back of Lacey's head.
Danny covered them up, still naked and sweaty and pulled her close, his breathing falling in sync with hers until their symbiosis lulled them both into a blissful sleep.
Lacey awoke several hours later to the sound of knocking. She assumed it was one of the neighbors since they were not expecting anyone to be stopping by. She glanced at her phone anyway: seven AM and no messages from Clara or her friend's parents.
She tried to ignore it, but the knocking became incessant, almost constant. Lacey squirmed more and more as her frustration grew.
"Danny can you please go see who that is?" She grumbled, her voice coming out tiny and rough at the same time.
When he didn't respond she rolled over and realized she was alone in bed. Did he get locked out? Her delirious brain tried to make sense of it all. She finally heard the shower running and determined that Danny must be in the bathroom.
"Okay, I guess I'll get it." She said to herself.
She didn't bother getting dressed, she just wrapped Danny's duvet around her naked body and dragged herself out of bed to go put out whatever fire was brewing outside.
Lacey was from the city and one doesn't just open the door for anyone who comes knocking. She tiptoed up to the peephole and looked out to find a tiny, well-kept blonde woman knocking rather angrily.
"What the hell?" Lacey didn't recognize her, but she also didn't look like she was on drugs or there to rob them either.
Lacey made sure the chain was latched on the door and opened it a crack. The blonde woman startled and squinted at Lacey in confusion.
"Can I help you?" Lacey asked in a truly accusatory tone.
This bitch did just make her wake up hours earlier than she needed to be on one of her only days off in months. Danny had finally gotten her to relax and took her out of her ultra structured world and this lady just ripped it away from her.
The woman sputtered a little and took a step back to check the number on the side of their door. Lacey looked back at her just as puzzled, repositioning her blanket and trying not to call attention to her lack of clothing.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" The woman asked.
"I'm going with no." Lacey answered sarcastically.
"Why are you answering the door?"
"Because you were knocking?" Maybe this lady was on drugs and just really cared about her appearance too.
"Are you going to let me in?"
"No." Lacey laughed, who did this bitch think she was?
"Are you answering the door just wrapped in a blanket?"
"Listen lady, you decided to knock on the door to my house at seven in the morning on my day off, you're lucky I'm wearing anything at all."
"YOUR house?"
"Is there something you needed or am I going to have to call the police?"
Lacey was used to dealing with high stress situations and had to problem solve on the fly, dealing with some lost looney-toon was a cake walk.
"You let me in this house this minute or I am the one who will be calling the police." The woman threatened.
"I'm in my own house! Who the hell are you?!"
"That would be my mother." Danny said calmly and regretfully from somewhere behind Lacey.