I can tell he’s joking, but I’m already thinking of the million things that could go wrong if he actually tried to do that.
As if he can sense my worry, he says, “Don’t worry. I’m not planning on sneaking past your dad’s guards. I have no doubt there are security cameras covering just about every inch of the place.”
He’s not wrong. Every inch of the fence that runs along the property has a camera pointed at it. No one can leave or enter without an alert going out to all the guards.
“Send me a message soon. I want to hear your voice,besyonok. Tell me what crazy ideas you have to get us alone again and what you want me to do to you once we are.”
My breath hitches at his words while all the arousal I’d felt earlier stirs back to life. Damien is the best kind of fire to play with. He’s hot as hell and makes everything feel a bit dangerous, but I know he’d never let me get hurt. He’s safety, but he’s also the promise of a wild good time, and it’s that thought that makes me want to be a little reckless.
Looking up, I see my reflection in the mirror, recognizing the wild glint in my eyes, the one that’s been there for as long as I can remember. I’ve never been a stranger to chasing adrenaline, but this might be the gutsiest thing I’ve ever done.
Dropping my towel, I slide a hand between my legs and close my eyes. My fingers graze the smooth skin of my pussy as shivers run up my spine and my heart starts to speed up. Memories of how good Damien’s mouth had felt against mine run through my head as I brush against my clit and let out a whimper. Sliding lower, I feel how wet I am and know this won’t take long. Before I get to the point of no return, I tap my phone’s screen, starting the voice message I’m about to send to Damien.
While I slowly push one finger in, I start to talk. “You want to know what I want you to do to me?” I ask, hearing the difference in my voice and wondering if he’ll notice it, if he’ll immediately know what I’m doing to myself.
A rush of air leaves me when I bring my soaked finger back to my clit, adding in another and rubbing the sensitive spot in a slow, torturous rhythm. I let the momentum build while I say, “Can you guess what I’m doing right now? Can you hear it in my voice?”
I start to rub faster, and when it’s not enough, I hike my knee up onto the counter, resting my thigh on it while my other hand braces against the sink, keeping me upright. My breaths come faster, and I’m so wet I can hear the tell-tale sounds of me fucking myself.
“Do you hear that?” I ask, breathless and so turned on at knowing he’s going to hear every second of this. “Do you hear what you made me do?” I rub faster, pressing in harder so I can get the friction I need, wishing it was his giant dick instead of my fingers. “This is how you left me,” I tell him. “Needing more and so fucking wet.”
A whimper escapes when I feel the orgasm start to build, and when it thunders into me, it’s his name I moan while my body shudders with ecstasy and everything fades away except the memory of what it had felt like to have his body pressed against mine, one hand tangled in my hair and the other squeezing my sore ass.
Gentling my fingers when I grow too sensitive, I slowly caress my swollen clit, the soft touch sending aftershocks through every cell in my body. It takes me a second to come back to myself, to steady my breathing and find my voice.
When I do, I say, “That’s what I want you to do to me, Damien,” and then I send the message.
Sliding my leg from the counter, I look in the mirror, and the wild girl I see staring right back at me has the corner of my mouth lifting before a laugh erupts.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” I whisper, still riding my high and feeling a bit loopy from the potent cocktail of adrenaline and orgasm.
I get cleaned up and throw on my warm flannel pajama bottoms and the hoodie that still smells like Damien. Stepping back into my room, I see Nyx sprawled out on my bed, already dozing off and looking cute as hell while she does it.
As soon as I’ve gotten into bed next to her, I see Damien’s message come in. Nerves hit me, a part of me wondering if maybe I went too far, and it takes me a second to work up the courage to hit play. I’m glad I put my earbuds in because the first thing I hear is his deep, masculine groan. A flutter stirs deep in my belly at the sound of it.
Is he?
Shocked, my mouth drops open when I hear his breathing pick up and a wet, erotic sound that I’ve never heard from a guy but immediately know what it is. I know I’m hearing Damien stroke his thick cock, and the image that sound conjures up isone I’ll be returning to again and again. His breaths grow erratic before he gives another deep groan and then growls my name with his release. My own heart beats against my chest while I sit mesmerized, listening to Damien come hard and wishing like hell I was under him while he did it.
I hear his heavy breathing seconds before he lets out a laugh that’s so perfectly him it makes me smile. It’s sexy and adorable and slightly embarrassed, but there’s a promise of so much more beneath it. He didn’t just listen to my message. He accepted the challenge and one-upped it. I’m not at all surprised by how much that turns me on.
“I can’t believe I just fucking did that,” he says with another laugh. “You made it impossible not to, though. How in the hell was I supposed to listen to the sweet sounds of you coming and not jerk off afterwards? Fucking impossible.”
My smile is so big it’s hurting my cheeks as I listen to the rest of his message.
“I’m looking forward to giving you everything you want, Sitka, but I want you to know there’s no pressure. I’ll wait as long as you need me to. I’m not going anywhere,besyonok. I can promise you that. And just so you know, the sound of my name on your tongue while you came all over your hand is the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. You’re beautiful. Even when all I can do is hear you, you’re so beautiful. Thank you for recording that. I’ll be listening to it an embarrassing amount of times.”
Clutching my phone to my chest, I lean back against my pillow, knowing I’m in big trouble. I need to find a way to keep Damien, because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let him go. Before I send him another message, I pull up Allie’s name and text her.
ME:
I heard some guy grabbed your ass and that Dima lost his shit. I want all the details. Also, can I stay with you tomorrow night? And maybe the night after? Okay, maybe for several nights?
ALLIE:
Yeah, it’s the most excitement my life has ever had. Of course you can. This feels mysterious. What’s up?
ME:
