CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Danny
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Danny
Naked, sprawled out on the bed, I held my breath as I waited.
My skin was buzzing.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this excited.
Fuck, I almost felt like a virgin, and that was scary.
All the thoughts going through my head were ones I didn’t normally have.
Sure, I had my insecurities, but not like this.
I was legit worried that I wouldn’t be good.
That I would be the worst sex of his life.
And for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why it mattered so much.
Maybe I didn’t want to be just another fuck for him. I didn’t want to be another face in a pile of faces. I wanted to be standing on top of that pile of faces, and I wanted to be wearing the crown…
Even if he didn’t end up choosing me.
“You alright?” Killjoy asked as his finger traced the line of my jaw.
“Yeah,” I said, but it was in no means believable with how shaky it came out.
“Nervous?” he asked, head cocked like he couldn’t believe that I was nervous.
“It’s silly, but I really want this to be good for you.” There was no sense in holding back now.
“It will be,” he assured me, leaning down and placing a kiss on my lips. “Because it’s with you.”
Am I dead? Did I really die on the way up here, or maybe out in the snow while I was hauling my shit up to the cabin? Has this all been some afterlife dream of where I find the perfect guy, who is both gruff and sweet, and he says shit like that without even realizing how fucking romantic it is?
Like, here, just have it. Take my heart, okay?!
I sucked in a deep breath when his hot hands landed on my cooled skin.
I looked up, seeing the point of the huge window that took up the wall behind the headboard.
The moon was out, but I couldn’t see it from this angle.
There was something romantic about seeing the glow of it bouncing off the slow-falling flakes of snow.
I loved this cabin. I loved this bed, and the window that shielded absolutely nothing happening in this room. I loved that there wasn’t anyone out there to see it, making it feel like we had our own corner of the world.
My eyes dropped back down to take in the man hovering over me, one hand braced beside my head while the other continued to map out every inch of my body.
Tears stung the backs of my eyes.
I loved his touch. My fingers carded through his soft hair, and I loved that too.
I love the coarse fur on his chest and legs, and the way his deep blue eyes looked down at me like I was something—no, everything.
I loved the way he breathed me in when he didn’t think I was paying attention, and the way he took care of me, even if I was never sure how to say what I needed.
I… loved him.
Yeah, as silly and as quick as it had happened, I couldn’t deny that I was so in love with him. So, so, so in love. And so, so, so fucked for it.
“Open me up,” I said, biting my lip when he glared at me. “I want to ride you. Please.”
That seemed to do it.
I held my legs up and let him feast upon me. He licked everything, from the tip of my dick, down my balls, over my taint, and then, finally, his warm tongue circled my rim. He licked and sucked and fucked me so obscenely. So magically. My head spun, my body didn’t feel like my own anymore.
“I need you inside of me.” The words came out in a rush.
He placed one last kiss against my rim before kissing his way back up my body. His teeth grazed my nipple, and my hips shot off the bed. His chuckle rumbled in the room around me.
“On your back,” I ordered. He hovered over me, brow raised, but I saw the way his lips twitched. I let him hold the power for another second before I lightly pushed against his shoulder.
He rolled, pulling me with him. I wasted no time straddling his lap. I rocked my hips, causing his cockhead to drag over my hole. My back bowed. My head fell between my shoulders. I was so sensitive that I could have come from just this.
But that wasn’t what I wanted.
I’d been dying to feel him inside of me since the moment he opened the front door to the cabin.
My body demanded the wait to be over.
He stroked lube over his cock before rubbing his slick palm over my hole.
When he slipped two of his thick fingers inside, opening me up so magically for him, I was nearly a goner.
With my hands braced on his chest, I slid back until I felt his cock tap my hole.
Like a gentleman, he held it still while I sank down on it, moaning dreamily at every inch that slipped inside, filling my greedy hole perfectly.
A sigh escaped me the moment my skin pressed against his groin.
“Ride me, babe,” he said, tapping the side of my ass. “Take what you need.”
“Give me a minute. I feel so full. Feels so good.” I opened my eyes and looked down at him. Then I remembered. “This isn’t supposed to be about me.”
“It can be for both of us,” he assured me as he lifted up on one arm and pulled me to meet him in a heated kiss.
After a minute, I pushed him back down.
Then I rode him, hard and fast.
My cock bounced, slapping against my abdomen.
I chased that finish line like I’d never chased it before.
But then his hands on my hips slowed me.
I was terrified of how good this could be. I’d gotten in my head and almost ruined it.
“Look at me, Danny,” he said softly. I lifted my wet lashes and found his gentle eyes. “Be here with me.”
Holy shit!
Okay, I was trying not to cry before, but it was one hundred percent impossible now.
I nodded, my throat too clogged to speak.
His tongue rolled over his bottom lip. Even in the low light mixed with the glow of the moon, I saw how shiny and enticing it was.
When his hand gripped the back of my neck and he pulled me in, I didn’t even try to resist. I rocked on his cock as he kissed me slowly.
“My elf,” he whispered before giving me a taste of his tongue.
I wanted to be his. So badly did I want to be his.
If I could only take it for one night, I was going to make it a memory I’d never forget.
We began to move together. His arms went around me, and he held me tightly as he rocked up into me. My fingers tangled in his silky strands. The coarse hair covering his chest scraped against my sensitive skin, teasing my nipples with every brush.
“There you go,” he said before kissing me again. “You feel so good. So damn tight, Danny.”
“Aaron,” I breathed out, letting go and giving into the feeling of not only being surrounded by him, but filled by him too.
A tear leaked out, and his tongue was there to catch it before it fell off my face.
He didn’t say anything, but as I tasted the salt of my tear on his tongue, it was clear that he knew what he was doing to me.
And I could tell by the way he was holding on to me that he was just as affected and wrecked as I was.
“I’m close, Danny. What do you need?” His tone was soft and almost sweet.
Electricity bounced along my skin. I was half tempted to tell him I didn’t need anything. That if he just kept going, I was quite possibly going to come without touching my cock.
Something I’d never experienced before.
With his feet planted on the bed, he held me still, thrusting up with controlled movements.
I cried out, feeling him hit my prostate over and over again. My mind went blank, and I cried out again, sagging as I came all over his stomach and chest. I pressed my face into his neck as he emptied his balls into me. Fuck, I’d never loved that feeling more than in this moment.
“Stay,” I said as he fell back against the mattress, pulling me down with him.
His lips grazed my temple, and I held on to every single feeling surrounding me.
I drifted off, wishing this would never end.