Page 21 of Hard Rock Heat
How did Damon even know what kind of shoes Iwore?
I hate you, Iresponded.
No youdon't.
I could see his smug smile in thosewords.
Fine, then I vehemently detest you,Iwrote.
Oooh, she brings out the fancy words now. Gimme more. I'm imagining you with that sexy librarian look. I think it would suityou.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud alittle.
So brains turn you on?I typed.I thought a guy like you would be all about theboobs.
I can appreciate a good set of tits as much as the next guy,he wrote back.I just like the idea of a straight-laced good girl letting me enjoy those tits in a million filthyways.
A full body flush went through me as I stared at Damon's message on my phone screen. Images depicting exactly what those filthy ways might be flashed in my head. A tingle formed between my legs. I squeezed them together, forcing myself to ignoreit.
My phone pingedagain.
You're having naughty thoughts about me, aren't you?hetyped.
My breathing wentshallow.
I'm having them, too, hecontinued.
My handstrembled.
Like right now, I'm imagining sucking on those perfect tits ofyours.
My nipples peaked, as if he had done just that. As if his words had a direct line to my body. He held power over me in a way I'd never experiencedbefore.
Now it's your turn to sext me back, hewrote.
I started to type the words,I'm not going to sext with you.I stopped halfway through and deleted the characters one byone.
Why are you doing this?I typedinstead.
'Cause you're sexy and smart and so prim and proper, it makes me want to hear you say dirtythings.
My stomach tumbled over onitself.
If you don't want to sext me, that's cool,Damon messaged.I mean, almost EVERYONE has sexted before, but if you don't think you can, then whatever. You probably wouldn't be any good at itanyway.
My jaw clenched. I knew exactly what he was doing. Taunting me, challenging me. He knew how much I hated givingin.
Fine. He wanted dirty, I'd give himdirty.
I closed my eyes and brought to mind every naughty thing I'd ever watched, read or experienced. What would turn Damon on? What would shockhim?
I opened my eyes and began to text, the pulsing between my thighs growing with everyword.
First, I'm going to strip off your jeans and pull out your cock. It's hot and heavy in my hands. I'm going to suck the head into my mouth, licking around and around, tasting you. Then I'm going to take you nice and deep, until you're buried in my throat, until I'm stuffed full of your cock, until I can't breath around you. Then I'm going to drive you crazy with my lips and tongue. I'll lick and suck and swallow around your hard cock. It'll be so good, you'll spill down my throat within minutes. Then I'm going to lick every inch of you, until I've swallowed everydrop.
Cheeks burning, insides aching, I sent thetext.
I waited for Damon to respond. I smoothed down my hair with shaking hands. Had I done it wrong? Was he laughing at me? Was he going to tease me? Or had it been too much? It was too much, wasn't it? He was disgusted withme.
