Suits Undressed | S01 E04 · Conference Call (Dirty Little Secrets)

by Mel & Cam

Summary: Harvey misses Donna and needs to reconnect with his favorite person.

Harvey was so exhausted when he arrived home that he didn't even bother with a drink.

His last couple of days had been not only physically taxing but emotionally as well. Mike's housing dispute wasn't as easy as they had both assumed it would be and Jessica's ex-husband's case was even more convoluted—not to mention that Harvey hadn't even known Jessica was ever married.

Worst of it all; Donna was out of town, helping her mother move from one apartment to another she had found near the water.

Harvey hated when he had to endure the sight of her empty desk.

He undressed, did his normal nightly routine and settled into bed. He picked up his cell phone from the nightstand and texted Donna.

How's it going?

A minute or two passed before she responded.

Hey. Okay here. Almost all moved in. I will be home tomorrow night.

Harvey sighed a breath of relief. That meant he only had to be without her for one more full day.

Good. I can't wait for you to be back here.

How are you?

Harvey spent the next minute texting her about the past few days and when he finally finished, she replied with a resounding WOW.

How did you handle all that without me?

I barely survived. He replied, half-joking and half-serious.

I bet you're stressed.

I am.

I bet I can help with that.

Why do you think I texted you before bed.

Oh, I know why you did.

He smirked.

What are you wearing? He asked her. Already anticipating the answer.

Really, that's how you want to start this?

Damn right, I do. I miss seeing you. Your ass, hips, and breasts. Everything about you.

His dick was already growing as he thought of every inch of her body.

Well… you're in luck, Harvey Specter. Considering I just took a shower, I am currently wearing nothing.

Fuck. She was trying to kill him. His eyes closed as he pictured her naked body. His Hand found his balls. He slowly massaged them before he texted her back.

I miss you so much. Your body is beautiful. I need you to touch yourself and tell me about it. He instructed her.

He spat in his hand as he slowly moved his hand to the base of his shaft.

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Donna's overworked arms hung sore from lifting things in the moving, but her increasingly pacy blood flow captivated her senses before she could stop it.

She was already in bed at the hotel, about to obliterate the fresh smells of her shower, much to her delight, though not only her delight.

Her left hand traveled to where her legs creased into her buttocks, starting a slow trail that followed outward along the curve of her hip into her center.

Donna.

She had forgotten the eager writer making her phone all but spring to life, chiming anxiously.

I need you, he declared.

Need?

Seconds later. Need.

Wow.

Fuck you.

Mischief illuminated her features as her tongue wet the lip she later bit on, restraining the instensity of the heightened senses of her imagination.

His smell: earthy, with hints of his sweat.

His taste: like coffee and vanilla. She could drink a case of him.

The sight of him: muscles she would feast on; as he thrusts wavily yet violently, like a river flows.

His sounds—that occasional moan that found its way through his throat only once, as if he saved it up for the utmost best part.

And to touch, alas, to touch. To discourse his silky skin and to not leave a single particle uncharted. To hold him close, hold him inside. To let him craze her relentlessly, fuck her to insanity; that she couldn't do now, and so the ache of their separation extended through the miles between them.

Stop typing, Harvey. Was her resolve.

Why?

You won't want to let go just to type.

Make me.

She's such a sucker for a challenge. She hit send to separate, short messages. The vibrations of her phone keyboard were almost a tease to the part that really needed it.

I'm soaking wet just thinking about you. And she was. Her fingers caressed each one of her supple folds.

And that's not enough speed on your hand. She playfully texted him.

Then she added, Amp it up.

How do you know? Was his quick reply.

I'm Donna.

Her not seeing him yet and having the very last detail of the scene made him feel as if she were really there—strands of red hair disheveled between his legs, her knowing mouth not able to get enough.

Now shut the fuck up. She instructed in haste.

Roger that.

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She drove him crazy with every text. He could feel his hot cum rise to the top. But he wasn't ready yet. He wanted to keep going. But he needed more. He needed to hear her voice. He needed to hear her scream his name when she came.

He picked up his phone and this time instead of sending a text, he called her.

A very out of breath Donna answered the phone. "Harvey."

He didn't have time for formalities. He went right to it. "Put me on speaker, now." He growled as he slowed his hand movement. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the red head on the other end of the line.

"Harvey… I'm so wet." This time her voice was low and it made his toes curl.

"Touch yourself, Donna. Tell me what it feels like."

Every fiber in his body tingled as he listened to her tell him about her soft skin and her warm, spongy center. How her fingers moved between her legs and how much she wanted his hands on her and inside her.

Breathy and needy, he begged her. "Fuck…Donna. Come for me!"

This time, his hand gripped his shaft tightly as he moved faster up and down his hard length.

She moaned into the phone.

Harvey instructed her. "Tell me what you think of when you touch yourself… "

"You. I think of you, Harvey," she whined. "It's my fingers inside of me right now, but all I can think about is your hard dick and how you make me feel when you fill me up."

His mind went to her body and how it might look as her fingers pleasured herself. Her legs spread, and her hips moving with every thrust.

"I want to fuck you so hard," he told her and her breath hitched.

"I only think about you, Harvey. Please, make me come!"

He didn't want to release yet; he needed her to go first. It was always about Donna going first. "I would start by kissing your mouth and then I'd move down your neck to your breasts." God, Donna you have the most amazing breasts."

His voice was raspy with desire.

She gasped. He could hear her shallow breath on the other end. Her moans filled his dark bedroom.

"Please, Harvey… more; I am sooooo close!"

"I'd lick your nipples, making sure to spend equal time on both… " It was getting harder to speak, but he wasn't going to blow until she did. He grasped the side of his bed with one hand while his other hand continued to massage and jerk off his—achingly close—hard-on.

He knew she was close; he could feel her, as if he were thrusting in and out of her. He knew she was about to climax. He just needed to give her a little nudge. "Then, Donna I would make my way down to your sweet, wet pussy… " He heard another whine from the other end of the phone and he continued. "Then I would eat every part of you out. My tongue would lick you raw. Taste you and drink you in while your body crumbled underneath me."

She screamed. "HARVEY! Here I come!"

"Fuck!" He yelled as his own body took over.

Harvey, no longer holding back, fervently moved his hand up and down his hard length, paying special attention to the back of his tip with every fast rub. He held his breath as he reached the edge of his climax—pushing his hips in tandem with every quick thrust, sending him past pleasure and pain as his hot cum squirted into the air and landed on his stomach.

His breath slowly evened out and he almost forgot about Donna being on the other end… almost.

"Har…Harvey?"

He pulled the phone close to his mouth. "Hey, I'm here."

Catching her breath as she spoke, "I miss you."

He smiled at her confession. "I miss you too."

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