Chapter 26
Rohan
Once he crashed, he went down hard.
Between throwing himself into subspace and the amount of alcohol he’d consumed, Knox was completely out of it. Not even removing his tail made him move. All the running he’d done had probably helped too, but it’d also just let him get out of his head and chase out the demons he’d been hiding.
My naughty author had been on edge for way too long and I wasn’t sure he knew how to come down on his own.
Hearing flat out that he didn’t have to go back to the other house had helped, but I was hoping our scene would give him the jump start he needed to start moving past his stress and fears.
But even I knew that a scene wasn’t a substitute for actual mental health help, so we’d be coming back to that later.
For the time being, however, I had a sexy author to fuck into next week.
Everything he’d told me and had teased in book conversations said he wanted to be able to feel it the next day, so I knew being too gentle wouldn’t give him the experience he wanted.
But after all the running and wagging he’d done, no matter how I made love to him, he was going to feel like he’d run a marathon when he woke up.
He was lucky he had a very smart Master to take care of him and help him live out his fantasies.
But as I gave myself a well-deserved pat on the back, I finished getting the gear off him and just smiled as he let out a soft snore. “Such a tired naughty boy.”
A tired and still very hard naughty boy.
His mind must’ve still been replaying our scene because his cock kept jerking like I was smacking it again. He might not have been a pup but pushing him to his limit like that had definitely been something he’d enjoyed.
And the grumbling he’d let out along with the adorable barks had been one of my favorite aspects.
“All right, let’s see if this wakes you up.” Whispering softly, I shifted my body around and slid my arms under him. “One. Two.”
Complete deadweight.
“I need to start going back to the fucking gym.” I managed it, though, and even my groan didn’t wake him from his exhausted sleep or from his passed-out state...whatever he was doing. “There we go.”
Carefully placing him on the bed and rolling him on his side, I just watched him for a moment before I slowly started to undress.
I took my time, wanting to make sure he was good and deep before I made love to him, but I probably didn’t need to worry about that.
Other than the rise and fall of his chest, Knox hadn’t moved from where I’d put him on the bed.
When I was naked, I stretched out behind him and gently kissed his neck as I rocked against him. Just remembering his first hints about the sleep sex idea made me smile, but it was the exhausted look of excited relief earlier that my mind kept coming back to.
He’d been ready to check out completely but giving him what he’d fantasized about for so long had lit him up. Even with everything else weighing down on him, he’d looked lighter with the fantasy being dangled right in front of him.
And with the way my kisses barely got a sigh from him, I knew this was the best night we’d get for it...which made me very glad he’d been wasting time lately sending me notes on how important it was for a slut to be filled with cum on a regular basis.
Subtle he was not...but sexy he was.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.” Kissing his neck again as I kept my voice low, I rolled his leg over toward the bed and scooted closer in behind him. “I’m going to fill you up and you’re going to ache tomorrow.”
Just from the running and the wagging and being slightly hungover.
Oh, once he didn’t have anything to worry about but writing down all his naughty fantasies, his imagination would go into overdrive tomorrow, but I’d know the truth.
I’d know how he let out a long sigh as I pressed against his stretched ass.
I’d know how his body shivered around me as I inched inside him.
I’d know how tight and hot he was around me as I slowly rocked into him.
He’d feel my cum and he’d feel every aching muscle, but his fantasies would fill in the rest and I’d get to read about this moment over and over as he lived it out in a thousand different ways.
But since keeping him asleep was the goal, I rocked into him gently and made soft, soothing noises whenever he sighed or shifted.
“Shh...” Kissing his neck as I went still inside him had him relaxing into me again. He barely let out a breath and leaned into me, but his eyes stayed closed and his chest went back to rising and falling in an almost hypnotic pattern. “Good boy.”
He heard that on some level because his lips curled up into a faint smile, but it didn’t wake him and his body tensed around me. My author was having wicked dreams and thoroughly enjoying being my good boy.
As I imagined what he was living out in his fantasies, I gently started fucking him again.
Long, slow strokes stretched it out for both of us, but eventually I couldn’t resist his sexy cock anymore.
I ran my hand down his chest, barely caressing him until I was right at his erection and I wrapped my hand around him.
Without the alcohol or the exhaustion he might’ve woken up, but as it was, he sighed and his body tensed as he clenched around me. That got a shiver and I knew he was being filled and used in his dreams. He was making too many low, sexy noises for them to be about anything else.
So I went back to rocking into him and slowly jerking him off with the gentle touch that would’ve driven awake Knox insane. But sleepy, fantasizing Knox loved the overly careful caress and the way his orgasm was slowly building.
At some point between a deep breath and a needy shiver, he came, his orgasm washing over him as his cum spilled out into my hand.
I followed him over, filling him and holding my breath as I waited to see if he’d wake up.
Nothing.
Well, nothing but another sexy, breathy sigh and a shiver as I eased out of him. When he sank deeper into sleep again, my cum making him wonderfully dirty and marking him as mine, his lips turned up again and he finally rolled over to find me. “Master...”
Knox snuggled against me, finding his perfect spot where my shoulder met my chest, and melted into me.
I was happy as fuck but thoroughly stuck...even sleeping, Knox knew how to get exactly what he wanted...and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
At least, not until he woke me at a godawful hour.
Not-so-subtle wiggles made me realize it had to be morning, but it felt like I had his hangover and I had to pull myself awake.
“Did he...yes...I’m sticky. He did it. But what...” Knox was definitely talking to himself, not me, as he squirmed and rocked his hips, clearly clenching his ass and taking stock of his body. “He must have fucked me hard. It’s so good. Even my toes ache.”
Well, that was one thing I didn’t have to worry about.
“Filled with cum. I can feel every muscle in my ass.” Making a thoughtful sound, he wiggled and clenched again. “That has to mean a hard fuck, not something gentle. Right?”
He didn’t seem convinced of that, so I stayed quiet to see what decision he would come to.
None.
His brain jumped like a rabbit.
“Okay, something easier. I don’t like waking up sticky, but someone will.
Who’ll want to wake up dirty and well-used?
Well, Teddy obviously, but who else?” He’d gone from awake to awake and plotting faster than I’d expected, so I didn’t play possum and rolled over to kiss his cheek.
“You’re up. Oh, did I do that? I’m sorry. ”
I wasn’t even going to look at what time it was.
Judging by how dark the window was, there was no way it was anywhere close to morning.
“I’ll just have to punish you later.” The sexy threat got a shiver from him and my wide-eyed, naughty author wiggled closer. “Waking up your Master in what’s probably the middle of the night? Is that what a good sub does?”
It wasn’t even what a good slut did considering he hadn’t even woken me up with sex of some sort.
Knox let out a low whine, shaking his head and pouting as he pressed tighter against me. “I’m sorry, Master. I just woke up because the covers made me stuck and then I realized why I felt so good.”
And well-used, judging by his sexy commentary.
“But are you supposed to be up at this time?” Whatever time it was. “You need more sleep.”
Deflating, Knox clearly didn’t want to hear that answer. “But...but what if I promise to take a nap later? What if I promise to give you a blow job first so you take a nap too?”
His brain was a fascinating place.
“I might be talked into that.” Especially since he was in such a good mood at having the stress of everything gone from his eyes. “But you’re still going to get punished before you bribe me with blow jobs and naps.”
We’d need the naps later at the very least.
Wrapping his arms around me, Knox looked like he was plotting. “Spankings kind of punishments?”
Hmm.
“I don’t think that would help you to remember why sleeping is so important.” It would wear him out again, though. “I’m thinking lines or an essay about the consequences of not getting enough rest.”
I was mostly fucking with him to see what he’d do, but his pout was so adorable I had to keep playing along.
“Oh, that’s...” Shivering, he looked like he’d just smelled something disgusting. “I...I think being close to you and working on pleasing my Master would be a good way to make that lesson stick.”
Sometimes the hardest part of living with him was having to hide how much I wanted to laugh.
“I don’t know about that.” His brain worked entirely too quickly in the middle of the fucking night. “I’m not sure how those two are connected.”
Testing his bullshit abilities wasn’t the best way to get him to go back to sleep, but it was fun to watch.
I could see the lights in his head getting brighter and his brain whirling faster as he perked up, pleased with himself.
“It would help me remember how to put your health first. You’re the most important thing to me. ”
And something flashed in his brain.
“The most important thing...more important than sleep or being sticky...yes...” Knox’s eyes were blinking and his head was nodding but no one real was home. His brain was completely lost to the imaginary people who popped up and lived whole lives there. “That’s very...he’s important...”
It didn’t mean anything to me, but I knew in a few weeks his readers would be living out whatever he was seeing in that moment.
“He’s important like you.” Knox was looking at me but I wasn’t sure it was me he was seeing...not completely, anyway. “He loves his Master like I love you, but they just show it badly. So, not like you. You love me and you take care of me, but his Master...well, they’re slightly unhealthy.”
Those were his favorite types of relationships, so I wasn’t surprised.
“That’s okay. You have healthy right here.” Giving him a kiss before his body wandered off with his brain, I fought back another smile as he nodded absentmindedly. “And I love hearing about all the unhealthy people in your head.”
That earned me a sweet, slightly distracted smile. “You like my books and my characters. You know them better than I do.”
His eyes cleared for a moment and he gave me a soft kiss before pulling back again. “I have a new one for you. He’s very naughty and I have to go write him down before he escapes. His Master is drugging him every night.”
That had me raising one eyebrow, but Knox shrugged.
“He knows what’s happening but there’s that whole unhealthy thing.” Sighing, Knox shook his head. “Some people just don’t appreciate healthy relationships.”
“But we do.” I gave him one last peck before he sat up like I knew he would. “Are you going to go write his story for me?”
Knox gave me a beaming smile. “It’s going to be so good. I’ll be right back, though.”
He seemed to believe his own lie as he nodded excitedly. “I just have to start it while I can feel you and I ache and I’m sticky. Then I’ll be right back.”
Bullshit.
It was complete and utter bullshit.
“Okay.” I nearly laughed as he climbed out of the bed, sticky ass and all. “But grab a towel from the closet as you go downstairs. You won’t like having a dirty chair later.”
“Oh.” Blinking, Knox looked at me like I was a genius. “You take such good care of me. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Finally chuckling as he hurried out the door, naked and walking like an old man because of all the aches, I shook my head and smiled. “I love you.”
He was going to need a hot shower and some ibuprofen later.
“I love you too. I’ll be right back.” Knox believing that was one of the things I loved most about him.
And his ability to completely lose touch with reality was another.
But that was what he had me for. Managing the real world, chasing away the gremlins, and keeping him caffeinated at ungodly hours.
I was even luckier, though, because he was my everything and I was going to spend the rest of my life wrangling the sweetest, sexiest, most insane man I’d ever met.
My author.