2.

Party


"The party I had to go to sucked. Make my night better?"

It's been almost a minute that his eyes are locked on the screen, reading and re-reading the text and the name of the sender.

His finger twitches on the call button, then thinks better of it. His heart pounds loudly in his chest and despite every confusion, he feels himself stiffen, under the light sheets and the comfortable darkness of his room.

For a second, his eyes get darker and could only think about her thinking about him to make her night better. He feels more aroused by the thought, testosterone circulating in his blood and his heart flutters at the same time.

He presses call.

A couple of rings then he hears the click of the receiver.

"Hey," it's quiet and sultry, almost a whisper.

His dick twitches

"You alone ?" he growls

"Yes"

"You're in bed?"

"Yes"

"Are you drunk?"

It's weird and off but he has to ask.

"No"

"What are you wearing?"

"Silky slip," her tone is quiet, almost murmuring and he's already mad that it's Donna, Donna, he's about to do this with.

"Sneak your hand down there for me"

His voice is deep, almost bossy and it's sending tingles all across her body. She does just as he says.

He waits a moment, then, "is it wet?"

She muffles a moan that's triggered by how direct he's being, like he's already on edge and can't stall this for too long.

"Mhm"

"I remember how much your pussy got moist when I touched you"

He doesn't need to say when, both know he's talking about the other time and the way he's confessing to her that he still remembers details about it makes her liquid pool even more between her lips.

She strokes her clit with the pad of her two fingers, whimpers quietly when she hears him add

"Take off your panties"

"They're off"

He groans, and pats his hardness so he wouldn't lose control. Not yet. Not before she does.

"Were you doing something before I called?"

She says yes, because she's too turned on to dodge or to care. She swears she hears him swallow at her answer.

"What were you doing?"

"Thinking about you"

He doesn't ask for more answers, because the one she just gave him got him choked up and he reaches down, under his boxers and presses around his head, precome dripping out and he goans, already losing it and he, too, doesn't really care.

"Tweak your nipples for me."

He hears her whimpers across the line, telling him she's doing just that. She's getting needier by the second, so he adds

"Can you feel it sending sparks of pleasure to your pussy?"

"Harvey…"

He strokes his member more purposefully, and the warmth that's spreading across his chest in making him lose his mind, because it's Donna, and he can't stop saying it again and again. It's Donna.

"Fuck your pussy for me Donna"

She inserts her fingers in, thrusting them repeatedly while her other hand never leaves her breast, she feels herself floating and Harvey's grunts and growls in the phone that's on her pillow is bringing her to the big black abyss, preparing her to fall. She hears him moan for the first time and she knows he got there, the realization weakening her resolve and she cries in pleasure, fingers slowing down, trying to calm her heart.

A moment passes, she looks into the darkness of her ceiling, into the unknown of her bedroom, and the unknown of what to come. Suddenly, she feels her blood freeze, the realization of what they did hitting her like bricks and she wishes regret wouldn't be waiting for her around the corner, even though she knows it will be.

The short jingle of her phone puts her out of her misery, and she takes it in her hand just to see Harvey asking her to open her video.

Curious, she accepts and she's met by the biggest lazy grin she's ever seen on his face. She finally breathes, and smiles. He grins impossibly wider.

"Hi."