They could have parts of him, but the whole Danny was mine. No one could tell me differently.
Now, how the hell was I supposed to get him to see that?
He let out a breathy moan as he came, the spurt splattering across his chest, covering his nipple. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I wanted to lick it up. Get my first taste of him. I was fucking desperate for it.
When he let out a long, soft sigh, my gaze was drawn back to his face. A serene expression had overtaken him, and I couldn’t look away.
He let out a long, sated-sounding hum as he shook the last dribble of cum from the tip of his perfect dick.
“Thank you,” he said to the camera, eyes still half-lidded. “Happy Holidays.”
He let out a cute chuckle as he sat up and reached over to stop the cameras.
Then he flopped back onto the couch, looking completely boneless.
I couldn’t help but smile as I rose to my feet. I might not have known what to do next, but some kind of instinct kicked in, and I didn’t fucking deny it.
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 seriouslymust have been riding theOhigh 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.”
