“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 andhim. 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.”
