Page 70 of Undisputed Player
Her panties were clutched in one hand, my phone in the other, the screen casting an eerie glow in the darkness.
My fingers moved, accessing her security app. The cameras came online, grainy but clear enough to see into her living room, the same cramped space where I’d nearly lost control just an hour ago.
The same room where I'd backed her against the wall. The same narrow hallway where she'd sucked my thumb with that naughty glint in her eyes.
The apartment was softly lit, and there she was—Estelle, curled up on that couch in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, her laptop in her lap. She looked so vulnerable, completely unaware that I was watching her every move.
Completely unaware that I was naked in my hot tub, stroking myself to the sight of her.
I brought her panties to my face again, inhaling deeply as I wrapped my other hand around my aching cock. My fingers circled the base, the heavy gold rings I wore rubbing against the sensitive skin, adding delicious friction that made my hips jerk involuntarily.
Each stroke was punctuated by the cold metal sliding over heated flesh, a sensation that drove me crazier with every pass.
The cool night and heated water, the jets pulsing against my back, the knowledge that I was completely exposed under the stars—it all heightened the desperate need coursing through me.
"Estelle," I groaned low, the sound carried away by the wind and waves. I stroked myself slowly, savoring the build, watching as she typed on the keyboard, completely oblivious to my obsession.
On screen, she shifted position, tucking her legs under her, revealing more of her bare thigh. The sight sent fire through my veins, my hand moving faster as I imagined those legs wrapped around my waist, her small body pressed against mine in this very water.
The ocean stretched endlessly behind me, waves crashing in a primal rhythm that matched my movements. The cool air made my skin hypersensitive, every touch of the water against my heated flesh sending pleasure through my system.
I pressed her panties to my mouth, tasting the fabric, tasting her, and the hint of her essence combined with the salt air made me dizzy with want.
My free hand moved desperately now, imagining her here with me, her hair slicked back with water, those perfectly small breasts pressed against my skin.
She stood up, stretching, and the shirt pulled taut over her little nipples. I bucked helplessly into my fist, the movement sending water higher up my chest.
"Fuck," I panted, watching as she moved around her tiny living room, straightening cushions, unaware of the effect she was having on me. The same room where I'd held her against the wall, where she'd looked up at me with honey eyes full of desire.
She sat back down, this time facing more toward the camera, and I could see her profile clearly. The delicate line of her neck, the way her hair fell across her shoulder, the gentle cross of her legs beneath her.
How I'd wanted to spread those legs, to taste the sweetness between them, to make her cry out my name in that quiet, reservedvoice. I imagined her small breasts in my hands, how perfectly I could envelop them, how much I wanted to bite them and soothe the peaks with my tongue until she forgot every insecurity.
I groaned, the sound lost to the crashing waves below, as my hand moved faster, desperate to reach the edge. The sensation of the rings against my skin was addictive, a wicked reminder of who I was—and who I wanted her to know I was.
"Mine," I snarled, fucking into my fist as I came hard, my vision whiting out as ropes of cum mixed with the churning water. Her name fell from my lips like a prayer, like a promise, like a threat, carried away by the ocean breeze.
The waves crashed below as I caught my breath, the sound mixing with my ragged breathing. I stayed in the hot tub longer than necessary, watching her dark apartment on my phone screen, the cool air making my skin tingle as the water continued to pulse around me.
I carefully set her panties aside on the deck's edge, already planning to add them to my collection.
A collection of exactly one, because no other woman had ever affected me this way. No other woman had ever made me feel this desperate, this possessive, this completely obsessed.
The stars reflected in the infinity pool as I finally climbed out, water streaming down my naked body. The ocean breeze hit my heated skin, making me shiver as I stood there dripping, watching her on the screen.
I dried off lazily, my mind already drifting ahead to tomorrow night. Our date. The first of many, if I had anything to say about it. And I always got what I wanted.
I moved through my nightly routine on autopilot, my thoughts never straying far from Estelle.
In bed, I stared at the ceiling, sleep eluding me despite the physical satisfaction I'd just experienced.
The house felt empty now, echoing with the ghosts of laughter and conversation that had filled it earlier. I wanted her here, in my bed, her smaller body curled against mine.
I wanted to wake up to her sleepy eyes and tousled hair. I wanted to feed her breakfast, to watch her eat food I'd prepared with my own hands.
I'd been waiting my entire life to find her, claim her, and make her mine. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
