CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Danny
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Danny
“Do you need any help setting up?” Killjoy asked, a shyness in his expression that was actually cute.
After getting off, we’d cuddled in bed a little. Then we ate breakfast together. I didn’t hate a single thing about it.
“I probably won’t be of much help, but I can try,” he said. “Then I can go to the garage and leave you to work.”
“You could stay and watch,” I offered. I didn’t want to kick the man out of his own home, after all.
And, so, maybe the idea of him sitting silently in the corner, watching me while I got off for fifty or so people, sent a spike of electricity down my spine.
I probably shouldn’t let him distract me like that since I was all about making it personal for my people.
Not only were they paying, but I’d lulled them into a sense of sexual security of knowing what they would get from me.
They showed up for me because they liked that intimate touch.
Was there a way I could do both?
Eh, maybe it didn’t matter, since Killjoy was shaking his head all while having his fists practically glued to his hips.
This was his way of drawing a line. And it was sweet and cute, and all the things I never thought I’d see from this man.
He wasn’t doing it to be rude or ugly. No, he was doing it to show me that he cared and respected me—more importantly, my work.
It was a hell of a thing to find a man like him.
It was also a shame I might not have a chance to see if it could go anywhere.
“I wouldn’t be a distraction?” he asked after an uncomfortably long minute.
“Not if you stay quiet and don’t move around too much. And you can’t go getting that sexy fuck me face that you get.”
He snorted and shook his head.
“I don’t get a sexy fuck me face,” he said, cutting his eyes at me teasingly.
“You do. You’re eyes get all smolder-y and dark. Then you lick that bottom lip so it’s shiny and enticing. It really makes me want to leap across the room and maul you with my mouth.”
“That’s an image,” he said, but his lips were twitching like they wanted to smile.
“Well, it’s true.” I stuck my tongue out at him in a bratty way. “It’s a face full of temptation and promises. Ones that I have no clue about yet.”
“Oh, really?” His gaze swung upward, looking directly at the loft.
“Fine, I don’t know all of them, and I’d very much like to,” I corrected.
“In due time,” he promised me with a calmness that should not have been hot. How did this man turn me on with the weirdest things? I fucking loved it.
“Yeah, okay. I could use some help,” I said, bringing the conversation back around so I would stop torturing both of us.
All of my invitations were out there, and I was pretty sure I’d made it clear they were always open, so it was on him to show up.
I didn’t want to pressure him into something he wasn’t comfortable with.
The next little bit was spent trying to find the right spot to shoot.
I couldn’t decide on which backdrop I wanted.
The windows with the snow-covered everything beyond made for a pretty scene, but so did the fireplace.
And I even toyed with the idea of having our sad, little tree be in the shot, but then I tucked that away.
I kind of wanted something to be just ours, and the tree was it.
I went with the fireplace in the end, wishing that I’d tacked up some lights and garland. Shame I hadn’t thought about it before now.
“Alright,” he said, standing there looking awkward. I knew he felt that way because his fists found resting spots on his hips. A pose I could help but see just about every time I pictured him. “I’m gonna head out.”
With a jerk, he started moving, and I got the sense he was hesitating. Maybe he wanted to stay. I wasn’t going to put any pressure on him.
“Danny Love,” I blurted. He cocked his head, looking at me with the cutest confused expression. “That’s my name. Danny Love. On the Kingdom Cum site. That’s C-U—”
“Yeah, I think I got it,” he said with a crooked smile.
“Just, you know, if you wanted to see.” I checked the time on my phone. It was getting close to noon, the time when I’d blasted that I’d be on live. “Well, I’ve got to get to it.”
He grabbed his jean vest off the hook and tossed it on.
“Have a good… time?”
I let out a little chuckle. “Thanks.”
Then he hooked a finger under my chin. Before I could fully process what was happening, he placed a kiss against my lips. I sighed happily as he pulled away.
“See you later,” he said, then he was out the door, quickly putting on his gear in the mudroom before dashing out into the snow.
With a deep breath, I cleared my mind, finding it harder to do this time.
I wanted Killjoy back here. I wanted him hovering around in the background, lit up by the twinkling lights, cheering me on silently.
Oh, and getting horny too, but I figured that went without saying.
I wanted him to appreciate me from afar, and then tell me how amazing he thought I was.
That wasn’t my ego talking. I just had this feeling that Killjoy would be the type of person who wouldn’t hold back when he was proud of someone he was close to.
But were we that close? Would he really tell me what he thought of it? Would he hype me up with sincerity? Or would he just grunt and tell me I did a good job in that tone that sounded like a pat on the head?
Fifteen minutes to clean up, look presentable, and prep? I was cutting it close. My heart was racing as I got ready to go live. It always did. It was half nerves and half thrill.
With two minutes to spare, I spread out a Christmas red, crushed velvet blanket that I’d brought with me.
It wasn’t a bearskin rug, but it was still sexy.
Besides, the idea of my skin touching something like that made me cringe.
I propped myself up on my arm, the fire crackling in the background.
A good pump of lube in my right hand. One last check of the shots, and then it was go time.
“Hi,” I said, flashing a wide smile at the top camera.
I had two shots, and they could switch between which they wanted to watch.
One was most of my body in frame so they could see my face, and the other was a close-up of where all the sexy action was happening.
I made sure to get as close as possible for a still shot.
I didn’t tend to bounce all over the place, but you just never knew.
I did have my wild moments every now and then.
I was already naked, working my semi-hard cock with leisurely strokes.
“Hope you are all doing well.”
I ran through who’d joined, calling out a few who were regulars, giving them their own special greetings. I really liked this to be an intimate thing.
I couldn’t say where I got the idea, but once I’d started to connect with people, even if it was just acknowledging them, I couldn’t stop. I rolled with it, and I really liked how things are going now. Even when I was with my asshole ex, I never lost that connection.
“How’s your week been?” I asked and commented on a few of the responses coming in. “Well, I’ve left California for a bit. You’ll never guess it, but I’m surrounded by snow. I’m going to get my white Christmas!”
Or at least I hoped. I still wasn’t sure how long I’d be here or what Killjoy was even thinking. Did he want me to stay? Would he mind if I did? Would he want to celebrate Christmas with me?
I shook away the thoughts and smiled. The last thing I wanted to do was bring the mood down.
I read a few of the comments that popped up. The room seemed to be settling and satisfied with talking for now. I liked to make sure people had gotten out what they needed to before I moved on.
There was something about getting these little tidbits of people’s lives that made me feel a slightly deeper connection to what I was doing.
I wasn’t saying I was in love with all of them, or really thought all of them were my boyfriends, but I did like that it didn’t feel so detached.
I wasn’t up on a pedestal, or at least that was the way I was hoping people would look at it, because I sure as hell didn’t want to be way up there.
Sure, I didn’t have tons of subscribers, but the three hundred that I did have were usually enough for me to live a comfortable life, and sometimes if I had a super amazing month, I’d have a little extra.
I wasn’t big on going out most of the time, so that probably helped.
And with the way I was raised, I didn’t really buy things unless they needed replacing.
That was something that bothered my ex a lot, and to this day, I didn’t get why. He got mad at me when I wouldn’t spend money. He got mad at me when I would tell him I didn’t need things. He would get mad at me when I would rather go to the grocery store and cook together than order out.
It was best to put that in a box and shove it away.
Time to have fun, not think about stinky-poo exes and all the baggage I’ve been left with.
“It’s been such a tense week,” I said, and though I was putting on a bit of an act, the truth behind it was completely real. “I just really need to let off some steam. I can see you’re the same. We should have some fun together.”
I slowly began stroking my cock, bringing it fully to life. I caught a few of the comments, but I had to be honest, it was a lot to pay attention to and I didn’t want to derail the train. And by that, I meant lose my erection. No one liked a limp camboy.
Well, maybe there were a few people out there who did, so I should revise that statement. But I didn’t think the majority of my viewers wanted me to have that problem.
I tried to focus on them as I stroked myself. To me, they were blank faces, but they had names. Screen names, but still. I never got off to one particularly, more like all of them individually, which was a strange way to put it. However, today, my damn mind kept drifting.
There he was, my grumpy biker. Who I’d yet seen on an actual bike. That was some bullshit.
Did I still think he was dangerous? No, but I still wouldn’t want to be on his bad side.
“Oh, that feels so good,” I said, giving in to the feeling. “I need more.”
I hadn’t planned on any ass play for this one, but I had my vibrating anal beads ready to go just in case.
I knew stroking myself wasn’t going to be good enough now, and I wanted to get off for them.
Good thing I was so ready for it, too. I liked to have an idea of where things were going, but I was also flexible.
Today I needed more, so I was going to get more… and in return, so where they.
“Yes, Star. I think you’re right,” I said, seeing the suggestion from Shoot_for_the_Stars. I couldn’t decide if the name was bad or cute. “I need to be filled.” With about seven inches of biker cock. “How about some jingle bells?”
That was what I had ready to go, so I wasn’t really asking.
I released my cock, reaching down to slowly give my balls a squeeze.
I rolled onto my back, nearly tucking my feet behind my head.
The angle was a little off, but that was okay.
I’d really meant for this session to focus on my cock rather than my ass anyway.
I didn’t think anyone would be too disappointed.
I slipped my finger into the loop at the end, then gave one good swing, showing the gold-colored string of balls off.
I slid the anal beads in slowly, gasping as my ass greedily sucked up each ball, not even bothered that each one got a little bigger.
It felt so good. I rolled back over, framing my cock just right in the second camera.
With my leg bent, they could see a hint of the gold ring nestled against my hole.
“What setting?” I asked, breaths coming out labored. I was so ready to come. I just needed to hold out a little longer.
Most of them wanted me to go hard right away. Which told me that the room was about as ready to come as I was. I smiled, knowing I’d gotten them there. That was always a worry for me, though I’d perfected the art of pushing down my self-doubt and insecurities. Kind of had to in this industry.
“Okay, all the way up to six. Going…” I lost all train of thought the moment I clicked it on. My cock twitched and bounced, slapping against my abdomen a few times before I wrangled it with a firm grip.
I spit onto the head, running my hand around the tip and working it into my cock. I still had some lube on there, but a little extra wouldn’t hurt.
“That feels so good,” I moaned. Everything flew out the window. I could have started talking nonsense for all I knew. My brain blacked out as my balls drew up. And then I came, my hips jerking wildly, fucking harder and faster into my fist until my balls were wrung dry.
I smiled, letting out a half-delusional laugh.
“Was that good for you?” I asked, angling my head toward the camera and forcing my lids to crack open. “It was good for me. Thank you. Okay, I’ll see you next time.”
I blew a kiss, then signed off.