“I’ve imagined sucking you off since I walked in on you and Harper,” I said in a low voice.
Damian’s appreciative moan only made the fire between my legs hotter. “I’ve imagined fucking you since you walked in on me and Harper.”
Disbelief mingled with unchecked desire. I wanted Damian so badly I could hardly breathe, but it had never once occurred to me that he might have felt the same for me.
Was I dreaming?
“Just the thought of your pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock…” His laugh sounded strained. “I wish you could feel how hard I am right now.”
I shifted on the couch. My panties were slick already, my nipples two hard points beneath the thin fabric of my dress.
“Where are you right now?”
“Sitting on my couch,” I forced out past dry lips.
“Are you wearing the same skirt from earlier today?” he asked.
“I am.”
He rumbled with appreciation. “Love that skirt. But I need you to change.”
“Into what?”
“The green and white dress you spilled tzatziki sauce on.”
I bit back a laugh, drifting toward my bedroom. “May I askwhy…”
“No, you may not. Let me know when you’re changed.”
I tossed the phone onto my bed as I rummaged through my clothes rack, snagging the dress he’d requested. I shimmied out of my pencil skirt and blouse, hurrying to shrug the green and white handmade dress on. Once I was fully zipped, I picked up the phone.
“All right, Damian. Your wish is my command. I’m going back to my couch now.” I sighed with contentment as I wiggled back into my previous spot.
“Good. Now bunch your dress up to your hips for me.”
I smiled. “Why?”
“Just do it.”
I did as he told me, my skin pebbling as the cool air hit the tops of my thighs.
“Spread your legs, Jessa.”
My entire body was buzzing. This felt so scandalous, yet so safe, even as my rational mind still struggled to believe Damian Fairchild was speaking such sultry, dirty things to me over the phone. This was better than I’d ever imagined it could be. And we had barely done anything.
“Are you wearing panties?”
I nodded, then remembered to speak. “Yes.”
“What color are they?”
I struggled to remember what color I’d chosen that morning. My entire body buzzed from his attention. “Burgundy.”
“Take them off.”
I breathed quietly as I followed his instructions. My pussy was throbbing at this point. Why hadn’t I just gone to the penthouse like he’d asked? Now I was over here suffering this beautiful torture. “Okay.” I squirmed on the couch, waiting for more.
“Sit down and cover your legs with your dress.” His voice was so sure, so solid, like he’d done this a thousand times before. I, on the other hand, was the inexperienced newbie. Sure, I’d had sex plenty of times. But never with someone like Damian. Never with a man who ordered me to take my panties off in the middle of my living room.