Chapter 6
I almost fall off the treadmill as my phone screen is suddenly populated by the image of a thick, mouth-watering cock. Flushed and leaking and currently being stroked by a large hand as Damon continues to moan like a fucking porn star.
Unable to tear my gaze from the screen, I reach out blindly to adjust the treadmill speed to a walk.
My own cock throbs desperately but I ignore it.
I’ve been sporting a semi for the past fifteen minutes thanks to Damon’s texts and, unsurprisingly, it took all of a microsecond to chub out completely once I heard that little gasp leave his lips—the exact same sound he made on Saturday night when he finally gave in and grabbed his dick.
I need to put a stop to this. I know he’s trying to bait me into debasing him, which I’m not going to do; but I wouldn’t be surprised if ignoring him fed his kink as well.
It’d be so much easier if he’d managed to figure his shit out already.
But as things stand there’s too much risk of a post-orgasm freak out.
Besides, I still want to know what the hell’s going on with him.
“Well, it looks like you’re managing pretty well on your own,” I drawl. “I guess I’ll leave you to it.”
Damon lets out a groan of frustration and his cock disappears from the screen, replaced with his scowling face. “You’re such an asshole.”
“So I’ve been told,” I say with a shrug. “Now, do you think you can keep your hand off your dick for a few minutes? We can call a raincheck on the cam show,” I add with a smirk before glancing around pointedly. “Maybe save it for a more…appropriate locale.”
Damon’s cheeks flush pink and he bites his lower lip, affecting an expression that could only be described as sheepishly sassy. Well, damn. Maybe I didn’t need to worry about a freak out after all.
“Of course, if you actually like the idea of random strangers getting a glimpse of your dick in action I’m sure we can work something out…”
“Fucking hell.” He lets out that little gasp again, prompting me to roll my eyes.
“I told you to stop touching your cock.”
He frowns in obvious consternation. “How could you possibly know…?”
“Because I’m just that awesome.” I switch off the treadmill and grab my phone from the console. “Now, zip up and tell me what’s going on with you.”
He frowns. “What are you talking about?”
I arch a brow, rubbing a towel over the back of my neck. “Aren’t your kids in town for the Holiday?”
“They are…” He averts his gaze as his cheeks burn red again and a familiar look of agitation mars his expression. I have to fight to hold in a sigh; whatever sense of shame and regret that was absent earlier seems to have reared its head at the mention of his kids.
I let go of my disappointment and push ahead. “So why are you DickTiming with me when you could be spending time with them?”
The picture on the screen becomes an upward view of him groaning and running a hand over his face.
I can only assume the hand holding his phone has dropped to his lap.
“I know. I’m such a fucking creep. I can’t even tell you about the fantasy I had just before—it was so fucked-up. Who the hell ditches their kids to—”
“Damon, fuck—I wasn’t judging you,” I assure him, my voice firm. “It was just a question. You texted me out of the blue on Thanksgiving asking for a distraction…so what did you need to be distracted from?” I press. “Because I’m guessing you weren’t just trying to get out of setting the table.”
He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a heavy sigh. “Well, there goes my boner…”
I huff a soft laugh. “I doubt that’ll be the case for long. Hang on, I’m taking you off FaceTime—unless you want to watch me stretch out my thighs?” I tease.
“I’m good,” he says dryly.
I switch the call to voice-only and collect my drink bottle before moving off to the opposite side of the gym to find a free mat next to the wall. “You were saying?”
“Urgh. It’s really not that big a deal,” Damon mutters.
“It’s just…my mother is here. Our relationship is…
complicated, I guess you could say. She lives in New York but I haven’t seen her since I moved here, which in retrospect probably wasn’t the best move because I was ready to snap after about twenty minutes in her presence today.
” He pauses to draw in a frustrated sigh.
Then he continues, “So I decided to get some space from the situation and clear my head. The last thing I want is to dump all my baggage onto the twins and ruin their relationship with their grandmother.”
I close my eyes as a sharp pang hits my chest. I really fucking hate hearing the word “complicated” when someone tells me about their mother.
It kind of feels like a slap in the face to hear someone complaining about their mommy issues when I’d set the fucking world on fire just to spend another day with mine.
But I know I’m being completely unreasonable. I don’t know the full story and it’s certainly not my place to judge. The important thing right now is that Damon is in a stress-inducing situation and he asked me to help.
“Okay…so have you cleared your head?” I ask, my voice a little strained as I bend forward to grip my foot.
“I…” He pauses for a moment and I can imagine him shaking his head in frustration. “Fuck, I don’t know. My head’s a mess. It’s not just Sunny being here…there was some stuff I overheard earlier that kind of freaked me out—”
“Sunny?” I interject.
“My mom—long story, don’t ask.”
I let out a wry huff. “Alright.” I’ve got to admit, she sounds interesting. I’m not going to venture that thought out loud though.
“And all this shit with the cum and the fucked-up fantasies,” Damon continues, agitation clear in his tone. “And…fuck, I jerked off on FaceTime. I flashed my dick on a live video call. Who the fuck does that?”
“Dirty sluts trying to bait their boss,” I say wryly. “And you loved it.”
“That’s the fucking problem,” he grumbles.
I pause in my stretching for a moment, frowning in thought. “You know, you didn’t have a problem until I mentioned your kids.”
“Fuck, that makes it even worse,” he mutters. “I was so caught up in myself I needed to be reminded they’re visiting.”
“Fuck, you’re in a melodramatic mood today,” I say with a huff of exasperation. “You took some time out for yourself when you needed it—nothing wrong with that.”
“Yeah, but—”
“And weren’t you just saying the reason you’re not with your kids right now is for their benefit?” I remind him. “An actual dick move would have been to have it out with your mom right in front of them without taking their feelings into account.”
“Huh…I didn’t think of it like that…”
“But even if that weren’t the case, there’s nothing wrong with taking prioritizing your own needs,” I assure him. “I would actually say it’s healthy.”
“Uhh…I’m not sure how healthy these particular needs are,” he says doubtfully.
“They might be unconventional,” I reason, “but they’re not unhealthy. Is this just a bit of extra sensitivity because your kids are here or are you experiencing some genuine distress?”
“Well it’s not like I can just snap my fingers and magically be totally cool with everything,” he huffs.
I stand and brace myself against the wall, glad to know my first guess seems to be the correct one.
“I know. It’s completely normal to be confused and apprehensive—it’s why I wanted you to take your time to wrap your head around things,” I remind him.
“And, honestly, considering how quickly all this is happening you’re actually handling it all pretty well.
If it helps at all, I think the shame and guilt and whatever else you’ve been feeling is… misplaced.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Damon demands, clearly perplexed.
“Well, I think those bursts of guilt and shame you sometimes feel in the aftermath of some particular behavior isn’t for the behavior itself but rather for experiencing what your brain perceives to be an inappropriate feeling of shamelessness while engaging in behavior that a lot of people would consider taboo. ”
“What?”
Done with my stretching, I gather my things and make my way out of the gym.
“You were perfectly comfortable sending me that photo earlier,” I say as I step onto the elevator and press the button for the sixteenth floor. “And you sure as hell didn’t mind flashing your dick to the camera. In fact, I’d say you reveled in it, you naughty slut.”
“Oh, my…”
I turn my head slightly and see a woman about the same age as my grandma wearing a horror-struck expression and clutching a hand to her chest. My brows creep up as I turn back to the doors; that cannot possibly be the most horrifying thing she’s ever overheard if she lives in New York.
Through the phone I hear Damon let out that tell-tale gasp, prompting the corner of my mouth the curve up.
“Stop touching your dick, dirty boy.”
“How the fuck do you know that?” he exclaims. “Do you have a camera in my room or something?”
I chuckle. “You don’t seem particularly bothered by that prospect.” I’d go so far as to say he sounds intrigued.
“Fucking hell, what’s wrong with me?” he groans. “Why do I actually want that? It’s so fucking messed-up.”
“No, messed-up would be exposing yourself at a Bodega. There’s nothing wrong with a little exhibitionism between consenting adults,” I assure him as I step off the elevator.
“As for why you want it...well, for one thing, you’re a fucking attention whore and you love it when I check you out.
The prospect of slutting it up for me on camera must be…
tantalizing,” I suggest, practically purring the last word.
“And for another, I think you actually like that it’s a little creepy and inappropriate to let your boss have that kind of access. ”
He lets out a rueful snort of laughter. “And you’re claiming that’s not messed-up?”