Through the phone I hear Damon let out that tell-tale gasp, prompting the corner of my mouth the curve up.
“Stoptouching your dick, dirty boy.”
“How the fuck do youknowthat?” he exclaims. “Do you have a camera in my room or something?”
I chuckle. “You don’t seem particularly bothered by that prospect.” I’d go so far as to say he soundsintrigued.
“Fucking hell, what’swrongwith me?” he groans. “Why do I actually want that? It’s so fucking messed-up.”
“No, messed-up would be exposing yourself at a Bodega. There’s nothing wrong with a little exhibitionism between consenting adults,” I assure him as I step off the elevator. “As forwhy you want it...well, for one thing, you’re a fucking attention whore and you love it when I check you out.Theprospect of slutting it up for me on camera must be…tantalizing,” I suggest, practically purring the last word. “And for another, I think you actually like that it’s a little creepy and inappropriate to let your boss have that kind of access.”
He lets out a rueful snort of laughter. “And you’re claiming that’s not messed-up?”
“Alright, maybe it’s a little messed-up,” I say with a quirk of my lips. “But in case you haven’t noticed, dirty boy, messed-up, creepy, taboo shit is your catnip. You like being naughty and inappropriate…it gives you a thrill.”
“Fuck…”he says with a soft groan.
I chuckle. “I’ll take that as agreement.”
“I don’t want to be into this shit,” he grumbles. “I want to be normal.”
I let out a soft laugh. “We had this talk last night—cocktails and beer, remember? You’ve had a lifetime of normal, now you want to be a trashy whore slutting it up on camera for his boss.”
I hear that tell-tale gasp again and am about to chide him when my phone buzzes with a text.
Damon Forrester
[Photo]
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Appreciate the donation,” I drawl, not taking my eyes off the thick, straining erection on my phone screen. “If you could manage to put it away for five minutes that’d be great. We were in the middle of a conversation.”
“Fucking hell.Anyone would thinkI’mthe one who’s been lusting afteryoufor weeks,” he grumbles.
I let out a snort of laughter. “You should know by now baiting me is a fruitless endeavor. Even more so when you’re sending me free milk…”
“Damn it,”he mutters, then lets out a frustrated groan. “Fuck, I can’t believe I actually did that. Jesus…this is who I am now—I do creepy shit without even thinking and don’t realize until?—”
“This is exactly what I was talking about before,” I cut in. “Youknowit’s okay to send me that picture, so what’s with the negativity?”
“I—I didn’teven ask…I just sent it.”
I frown. I know that’s not the actual issue but I decide not to push for the moment. “Okay. Send me another one then,” I suggest. “No, actually—send me a video. Just a short one,” I clarify. “Like, ten seconds. No cum shot required.”
“Okay… Hang on, I’ll call you back in a minute.”
He ends the call and I take the opportunity to rummage through the fridge for milk, yoghurt and berries. I’m expecting the video to come through in about thirty seconds, maybe a minute at most; but, to my surprise, I not only have time to thoroughly blend and pour my shake, but I’ve also rinsed the blender and stacked it in the dishwasher by the time my phone buzzes with an incoming text.
And when I see the video, the reason for the delay is obvious. It’s only about fifteen seconds long and—as per my request—doesn’t include a cum shot, but it’s a little more…elaborate than I’d anticipated, and clearly took time to set up. To begin with, it’s not just a close-up of his cock like earlier, it’s a full body shot of him lazing on the sofa, his legs spread wide and bent at the knees with his feet propped on the coffee table in front of him. And he’s naked…
“The dirtylittle slut,” I mutter, my shake forgotten as I salivate over Damon’s ridiculously sexy body, my cock throbbing painfully at the sound of those wanton moans.
My phone screen is way too fucking small to properly appreciate this so I save the video file to my shared home drive before striding over to the living area and flicking on my TV, navigating to the shared files.
Thanks to my top-quality sound system, the second I press play on the video my entire living room is filled with the sound of Damon’s desperate moans and panted gasps. And that’sthe moment my phone buzzes with his return call.
I make no effort to turn off the video or lower the volume as I answer. “I’m curious to know what your family thinks you’re up to while you’re holed away in your bedroom making OnlyFans videos,” I say by way of greeting, my eyes still glued to the TV as I watch Damon’s right hand slide lazily over his cock while his left fondles his balls.
