He groans. “I know,it’s fucking Thanksgiving. What the fuck am I doing?”
“Enjoying yourself,” I say simply. “Listen.” I put the call on speaker and let him hear himself moaning in pleasure.
“What the hell is that?”
“That’s you being a filthy slut and loving every second,” I tell him, taking the call off speaker. “You sound great through my sound system, dirty boy. And you look incredible on my TV.”
“Are you serious?” The question comes out as a breathless gasp and I can tell he finds the idea of me watching that video on my home theater system incredibly arousing.
Figuring I could do without the distraction, I flick the TV off and return to the kitchen.
“I thinkwe should do a little exercise,” I tell him. “I want you to cast your mind back and tell me what you were feeling when you made that video.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
He lets out a huff of resignation. “Fine…I was turned on.”
I roll my eyes. “Let’s try to dig a little deeper, dirty boy. What were youfeeling?What was going through your head? Be completely honest—it’s for your own benefit.”
“Fuck, okay…” There’s a long stretch of silence and then he finally confesses in a breathless whisper, “Slutty…I felt like such a slut. I loved it. Lovedseeing myself like that. Loved knowing you’d see me like that…”
My brows creep up in curiosity. “You watched it?”
“Yeah…came so hard…”
Well, fuck…“Damn, dirty boy—I haven’t even got to that part yet. What else?”
“Naughty…reckless…exhilarated…”
“Anything negative?” I press. “Any point where you felt uncomfortable or agitated?”
He takes a moment to think. “I was frustrated about your no cumshot rule. I really wanted to come all over myself on the video,” he says wistfully. “But then I wouldn’t have been able to jerk off to it straight away so silver linings, I guess.”
“That’s not exactly what—” Before I can get the comment out, my phone buzzes with a text and this time it’s impossible to hold in a groan.“Jesus fuck…”
I rub my hand over the front of my sweats, finally giving in to the relentless throbbing in my cock as I stare at the picture on my screen.
Damon is sprawled on his bed, the camera held up to capture his entire upper body, which is covered in cum. But it’s not just your regular cumshot; he’s smeared the mess all over his chest and on his face. And I’m betting he didn’t stop to wipe his hand before posing with it buried in his hair…
“Are you actually planning to shower before you return to your family?” I tease, finally managing to gather myself.
“Alreadytaken care of,” he says wryly. “I wanted to nip it in the bud.”
My brows shoot up. “How uncharacteristically prudent. Seeing as how you’re all refreshed and rejuvenated I’ll let you get back to your family, but I’m setting some homework for you.”
“What kind of homework?” he asks warily.
“The kind you’ll like,” I assure him. “I’ll text later with instructions.”
7
Well,I asked Jazz for a distraction and boy did he deliver. Despitebeing gone for almost an hour, there was very little fanfare upon my return to the living room and my absence went relatively unremarked upon. Evidently the intermittent bursts of guilt I’d been feeling for my disappearing act were completely unnecessary. Of course, everyone seemed to be under the impression I’d gone out for a run; maybe if they knew I was upstairs sending dirty videos to my twenty-one-year-old,maleboss there’d be a few comments…
“Well, you survived,” Blake says wryly, pulling a ceramic platter from the sudsy water and handing it to me to dry.
It’s almost eight pm and the house is completely quiet. We had dinner early because of Owen’s work schedule, and Shay and Jamie and the other Kellys in attendance decided to make the most of this arrangement by squeezing in another celebration at the family home on Staten Island.
