Chapter 12 Daniel
Daniel
Shit, what was I thinking taunting Derek like that! He’s the type that can’t say no to a challenge, I know that much. He loves to win and… it’s fucking hot when he does.
Cheeks on fire, I splash water on my face. Is this a good idea? To have him come over and see the painting I’m working on? It’s so obviously based on him and Adam, there’s no hiding it. How would he react? Will he like it? Ugh!
My mind is racing and my dick is demanding attention.
Derek’s voice… fuck it was so hot and gravely.
I think he was horny, maybe even doing something while talking to me.
The fire inside me ignites anew. I was fighting a boner throughout the remainder of my shift and barely got anything done.
The call is still fresh in my mind, the buzz it caused in me still in full force.
I feel like a cornered rabbit about to be eaten alive, and even though I should be scared, I’m also excited.
This is wrong on so many levels. Before I knew who my Mystery Guy was, everything was fair game.
But now? He’s Derek Salinger, for god’s sake!
I shouldn’t get involved any further with him, and not just because he’s way out of my league and will get bored of me soon enough.
I’m a nobody and he’s one of the most powerful men in the US. Plus, he’s not single.
Biting on my lip, I drag myself to my lounge and plop on the couch. I’m still in my uniform, and I haven’t eaten yet, but I really can’t bring myself to do any of those until I’ve taken care of my pulsating erection.
I pull my pants down and wrap my palm around my cock.
Fuck, what have I gotten myself into? A wild thought to snap a picture of myself and send it to Derek crosses my mind, bringing stinging heat to my face.
I’ve gone crazy. But just imagining doing something like that quickens my hand.
What would he say if he saw the state he put me in?
My eyes stray to my phone that’s lying on the couch’s armrest. I don’t have the guts to make such a bold move, but I do have a hot-as-fuck photo of Derek’s mouth-watering cock. He did say I could use it if I got lonely, and I’m pretty sure this qualifies.
With butterflies in my stomach, I find my way to his dick pic.
Just seeing it launches my heart rate through the roof.
His thick, veiny shaft makes my ass clench with need and my nipples perk.
I want to touch him, and I want him to touch me.
Fuck. He said I’d look lovely riding him, but that was before he knew who I was. Does he still think so?
The need to know overpowers my common sense, and in a fog of arousal I send him a text.
Me: What are you doing? I’m home now. Are you still in the office?
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.