Page 23 of Paint Me Love
He starts typing. I hold my breath.
Derek: I am. You distracted me too much.
Me: You are the one who started it!
Derek: Is that so, little artist?
Me: It is so.
There is a pause before his next reply, and I imagine him going over to a fancy bar in his office and pouring himself a glass of whiskey before he settles back on his fancy office chair.
Derek: So, what are you doing now that you are home?
I stare at his question as my heart tries to rip out of my chest. Texting him was such a bad idea, ugh!
Me: Nothing much.
Derek: Go to bed then, Daniel.
That’s my out and I should take it. But my brain has other ideas.
Me: I can’t sleep.
Derek: Why? Are you thinking about me?
Deny! Deny! Deny!
Me: Maybe.
Fuck me! This is going south so quickly! It’s so wrong—what am I thinking getting involved with a man who isn’t single? I’m the worst! But I can’t help it, I want to talk to him. To rile him up, to get to know him a bit more and see what he’ll do if he found out he’s been on my mind ever since our earlier call.
Derek: Was it my voice? Did you figure out what I was doing? Did that make you horny while at work? It must have been so hard holding it in.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.My cock jerks, leaking profusely. I tighten my hold and give the shaft a firm stroke, seeking friction.
Derek: But you did, didn’t you? You deserve a reward for that, little artist.
The endearment makes my chest flutter. Then my stomach follows as the next message from him is a short video. I click play. His beautiful face fills the frame, eyes dark and intense and lips slightly wet.
“Make yourself feel good, Daniel. Come for me and let me see how much you enjoyed it.”
I spread my legs and jack myself off like I’m on a mission. Since I’ve already sent him a dick pic once, this time I find it easier and even record a short clip of my hand stroking my cock. I even let out a moan.
Derek: You have such a pretty cock. I’d love to worship it with my mouth.
I replay his video and come with a muffled groan, spilling inside a few bunched-up napkins I manage to grab. Fuck, what am I going to do on Sunday? It’s supposed to be about showing him my works, but let’s face it—there’s no way I’ll be able to say no if he wants to do more than look at my paintings.
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Derek
Idon’tbotherwitha suit on Sunday. All I can think about as I get ready to head over to Daniel’s place is how hot he got me the other night. The little moan, the urgency as his hand glided up and down his beautiful dick.
And it was all because of me. Because I got him horny just with my voice.
Tingling arousal surges through me as I give myself one last look in the mirror. Casual clothes do look good on me, and hopefully Daniel will think so, too.
Just as I put my shoes on, Adam walks in, his driver trailing behind with a bunch of heavy-looking shopping bags in his hands.
