Page 68 of Undisputed Player
I hesitated, my lips hovering around his thumb. This was insane, completely insane. But the way he looked at me, like I was entirely precious, made my resolve crumble.
Slowly, I closed my lips around his digit.
"Fuck," he breathed quietly, his voice rough with want. "Perfect. You're perfect, Estelle."
His thumb pushed in slightly, and I couldn't help the soft whimper that escaped me. The sound seemed to drive him wild, his grip on me tightening possessively.
"Suck it," he commanded, his blue eyes dark with hunger. "Show me how good you can be."
My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but something deep inside me responded to his words. I found myself obeying, sucking gently on his thumb.
“Fucking god,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. "You have no idea how perfect you look with my thumb in your pretty mouth. How much I fuckingwantyou.”
The praise sent heat flooding through my veins. I'd never felt powerful like this before, never seen a man tremble because of something I was doing.
His thumb pressed deeper, and I sucked harder, my tongue exploring every ridge and callus. The moment I swirled my tongue around the tip, Jax's entire body shuddered against me.
“Shit—wait—” he breathed, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, pressing the hard length of him against my stomach. The contact made us both gasp.
When I took more of him in, his knees actually buckled slightly, and he had to brace his free hand against the wall behind me to keep from falling.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” he panted, his voice completely wrecked. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."
I did it again, hollowing my cheeks slightly, and watched in fascination as this powerful, confident man seemed to fall apart. His breathing became ragged, his hips grinding against me unconsciously as soft moans escaped his throat.
"That's my good girl," he whispered, his voice breaking on the words. "You're driving me fucking insane. I can’t—God, I can't think straight."
Something dark and thrilling unfurled in my chest. I'd never had this kind of power over anyone, especially not someone like Jax Easton. The great playboy, reduced to…thisjust from my mouth on his thumb.
I nipped the tip of his thumb experimentally, and his reaction was immediate. He actually whimpered—a sound I never thought I'd hear from him—his forehead dropping to rest against mine as his whole body shook.
“Estelle,” My name was barely audible. “I’m gonna come in my fucking pants," he groaned, his hips rutting against my stomach. "You're gonna to make me come just from this."
The thought that I could reduce this gorgeous, untouchable man to such a state made me feel drunk with power. I pulled back slightly, letting his thumb slip from my lips with a wet pop, and watched as his eyes snapped open, wild and desperate.
"Don't stop," he pleaded, his voice raw. "Please, princess, don't stop."
I leaned back in to continue, watching, tasting the salt of his skin on my tongue, in awe at how he looked at me like I held his entire world in my hands.
Slowly, reluctantly, he withdrew his thumb, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought for control. His chest heaved like he'd just run a marathon, and I could see thehugebulge straining against his pants, a small wet spot…? already forming.
“Princess," he groaned, holding my chin with shaking fingers.
I looked down at his thumb, which was wet from my mouth, glistening in the dim hallway light. Saliva had escaped my lips, trickling down my chin, and I felt a flush of embarrassment.
But when I looked back up at Jax, he was staring at me like I was a goddess.
"Don't you dare be embarrassed," he growled, his voice raw with need. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The most beautiful fucking girl sucking my fingers.”
He practically lunged forward, one hand fisting in my hair while the other gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his trembling body. His tongue darted out to lick the saliva from my chin in one slow, deliberate swipe that made me whimper.
“You taste so fucking good," he groaned against my skin, his hips grinding against me unconsciously. "I need more. I need all of you."
Then his mouth crashed onto mine with desperate hunger. This wasn't the kind of first kiss anyone expected—this was consuming. His tongue invaded my mouth like he was claiming territory, tasting where his thumb had been, mapping every spot that somehow made me moan.
I could feel the desperation in the way he kissed me, like he was starving and I was his salvation. His hands roamed my body possessively, one tangled in my hair, the other pressing me against him so tightly I could feel every hard plane of his chest, every ridge of muscle, every throb of his arousal.
"Mine," he growled against my lips between kisses, his voice broken and needy. "You're fucking mine, Estelle.”
