CHAPTER NINETEEN Danny
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Danny
I was floating. I know I hit the stop buttons, but I barely remembered it. With a sated sigh, I flopped back onto the couch.
“Give me a minute to catch my breath,” I said, panting like I’d just sprinted around the block, “and I’ll clean up. I promise.”
It wouldn’t take long before everything hit me.
After it was over, most of the time, I was jarred back to the real world with all the things I had to do crashing down on me.
Like how I needed to edit this video, making sure to cut out the things that were specifically for Killjoy, like the part when I said I wanted him.
I really wanted to get this up by the end of the day.
That way, it would give people a chance to enjoy it a few times before the magic of the holidays was over.
I was also thinking I’d put up a sneak peek and maybe get a few more people to bump up to the top tier for at least a month. Right now, every little bit counted.
“Not worried about that,” Killjoy said. His voice was husky and sexy, but there was an undertone of something that sounded a lot like care to my pounding ears and mushy brain. I seriously must have been riding the O high hard because I couldn’t imagine he’d have actually had a tenderness there.
And then it hit me. It hadn’t been a dream.
He’d come inside while I was filming, and he’d watched me silently from the shadows.
Okay, not really shadows, but it sounded sexier than saying he was watching in the background.
Anyway, I was dying to know what he thought.
If only I could conjure up enough working brain cells to ask.
Seriously, that had been one powerful orgasm. I almost blacked out, and I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever done that.
“Here,” he said, and when I blinked open my heavy lids, he was pulling wipes out from the package I had put on the table before I started filming. He paused, a little too far for me to snatch them. “Do you want me to… do you mind if I…?”
“You want to clean me?” I asked, high-pitched voice not hiding my shock. I let out a loopy giggle. “Yeah, I definitely don’t mind that.”
“You look exhausted,” he said as he cleaned up my mess, using a second wipe to make sure I wouldn’t be left crusty. “Turn.”
My body followed his order immediately. I felt his hands brush against the sensitive skin of my upper thigh. Slowly, my cute candy cane filler was being pulled out. He was gentle. I didn’t know what to do with it, but I wanted more.
There was no way this was real. I had to have hit some new level of cum-drunk or subspace or something. I was now hallucinating. Really believing my fantasies were real.
“Be back,” he said, and by the shuffle of his sock-covered steps, I could tell he was heading for the bathroom. I flopped onto my back again, doing my best to calm my breathing. A minute later, his voice filled the cabin again. “Can I get you anything?”
Okay, was I sure this wasn’t a dream? I didn’t know how to take this Killjoy. He was… sweet. So fucking sweet. If he kept it up, I was going to fall for him, I just knew it.
I was sure that part of me already had.
“You okay, babe?” he asked, voice sweet and gruff.
I froze at the word. My eyes opened just in time to see him whipping around and giving me his back. His balled-up fists went to his hips. I barely realized that I was holding my breath.
“I didn’t mean… I don’t know why I said that.”
“It was a silly slip,” I said, voice sounding choked up as I tried to brush it off. “Don’t worry about it.”
“No,” he all but barked. Then he turned to face me again. His intense, deep blue eyes stared straight into my soul. “I said it.”
“You did?” It came out like a question because I didn’t have the first clue what was going on.
“Meant it.”
“Oh!” I said, wide eyes blinking at him.
Was I completely sure I wasn’t floating out in space somewhere? Maybe I’d overdone it. Death by coming too much. Eh, it didn’t sound like a bad way to go, but this afterlife thing was trippy.
“Do you need anything, babe?” he said, sounding like he was testing it out for real this time. He shrugged, and I tried not to laugh. “I’ve kinda grown attached to elf.”
“Am I your little elf?” I half-teased.
“Just my elf. Nothing little about you, and I love that.”
“I’ll be your elf, you can be my Grumpy Pants.” The furrowed brow came out on that one. Too bad for him, it was staying.
“Water?” he asked, and I blinked at him.
“No, I’m okay right now,” I told him, letting my eyes drift closed.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” I paused, something prickling at the back of my brain. I must have felt safe enough, because I opened my mouth and spilled things I never thought I’d spill. Things I tried to bury, usually, and kept locked up. “I don’t know. I love what I do…”
“But?” he asked, sounding like he was really interested to know and not like he was going to be negative about it.
“But sometimes, after, I feel a little empty.” I shook my head, knowing how that sounded. “Not empty like shame and disgrace. Empty… like alone.” I let out a huffed laugh. “I’m sure that doesn’t even make any sense.”
“Scoot,” he said, voice all gruff and demanding.
Naked, with my spent dick lying softly on my thigh, I rolled to the side and tucked myself into the back of the couch.
He crawled on, looking like he was teetering on the edge, but he didn’t say anything.
With a hard swallow, he ran his hand down my side.
I closed my eyes, nearly purring like a damn cat at his calloused touch.
It felt so good. I buried my head into his neck, soaking in the smell of cars and smoking wood and him.
His hand ran down my back. God, had touch ever felt this good?
I honestly couldn’t say. Down and back up.
Down and back up. I had goosebumps despite the heat coming from the fireplace.
“Cold?” he asked.
“No,” I said into his neck. “It just feels good.”
Then I felt the press of his lips against my temple. Oh my god, tears threatened to leak out of my eyes the longer he lingered.
His fingers drifted over the swell of my ass, and though his touch didn’t feel sexual, I shifted my hips, opening my ass to him.
I didn’t know what I was asking from him, but he seemed to get it. Because then his fingers were sliding down my crack, tentatively dipping into my stretched, lube-stuffed hole.
“Please,” I urged or begged, I couldn’t tell which. All I knew was that I needed what he was going to give me.
“I’ve got you, elf,” he said, slipping two fingers into my hole.
I nearly cried out with some kind of relief or something.
What the hell was this? I’d never experienced anything like it.
Sad as it might have been, I did know what was going on here.
And I kind of loved him for sensing what I needed and jumping in to take care of me.
In all my experiences, film and personal, I couldn’t recall a time when someone stopped to make sure I got everything I needed.
Not even with my ex, the stupid jackass.
“You did both scenes while I was gone, you sure that’s not too much?”
“How do you know that?” I asked, pulling my head back to look at him.
There was guilt in his eyes, but I didn’t understand why.
“I might have… found my way to your, uh, channel and seen that the live was over and up. So I could only figure this was the second video you were talkin’ about making.”
“Oh, you did, did you?” I raised a brow.
“No, don’t go gettin’ that flirty tone and that seductive smile right now. This ain’t about that. You’ve done a lot today. You need to rest and recover.”
I blinked at him, smile gone from my face, but not because I wasn’t happy.
It was more like… is this man real?
Instead of wondering what the hell was going on here, I kissed him. And kissed him again. And held onto him. And kissed him some more.
His lips melded to mine, our tongues finding a slow dance together that felt deeper than just two people locking lips.
With his fingers buried deep in my ass and his lips working with mine, I felt like I was floating back down to earth, my feet softly landing on the firm floor of reality, the sense of feeling grounded rolling through me like a calm ocean wave.
He pulled back, and I buried my face in his chest, nuzzling my nose against the warmth and fur. A yawn slipped out. And before I knew it, I was drifting off so peacefully.