SEVENTEEN

LEO

My screens lit up with Estella. The tilt of her smile. The curve of her jaw. Her hair cascading over her shoulders as she looked back, oblivious to the PI following her.

Videos played on silent loops. Flashes of smiles, moans. Deep concentration. Frivolous lounging. I loved every single one. There wasn’t a part of her that didn’t fill me with intense joy. From the way her lashes brushed her cheeks to the way her laughter lit up my soul.

And she was one step closer to being mine.

The house had long since dipped to quiet, the rowdy pre-party goers returning to hotels or guest rooms in the house, ready for the main event the following night.

I wallowed in my success, but it still lay tinged with pity. I’d watched Estella climb into bed with Graham through the peep hole – after scraping out solidified cum with the innards of a pen – as if nothing had happened in the pantry cupboard.

Night progressed, the stars piercing through the dark sky on the other side of the window. I stayed viewing my girl, salivating over every inch of her, until a knock jarred me from my reverie.

No-one ever came to my floor.

The handle depressed, and Estella’s perfect face appeared, two mugs clenched in her hand.

‘I couldn’t sleep…’ she started, taking a step into the room. She froze, her eyes training on my screens. Darting between all the evidence of my obsession. ‘What the fuck?’

Moving across the room, she thrust a mug in my hand, the steaming cocoa sloshing over the edge and making me wince.

‘I told you I’d been watching you.’

I waited for her to hit me with the full force of her fury. Angst tore at me. The videos looked far more sordid with her watching them. I’d never meant for them to be shared.

Trepidation lingered the longer she stared. The video of Graham fucking her danced in the centre, her eyes glazing the longer she looked.

‘Starshine,’ I began. She cut me off with a shake of her head.

‘Don’t you starshine me.’

My pulse throbbed in my throat, a drum beat filled with tension.

‘Show me,’ she demanded, her words hard.

My brow creased as I looked from the screens up to her face. ‘Show you what?’

‘Show me how you fuck yourself while watching me.’

Fucking hell. Dirty girl.

‘You want to watch me fuck myself to your videos?’

‘You do, don’t you? Sit up here and fuck yourself?’ Something steely filled her eyes. She pressed a foot on my computer chair, between my thighs, and pushed me backward, propelling me into the centre of the room. ‘I want to see.’

Swallowing, I undid my pants, pulling them down until my dick freed. Estella’s eyes widened at the dark ink staining the hardening flesh.

‘How have you got so many tattoos?’ she asked.

‘People will do anything if you pay them well enough.’ The way her eyes flicked over my exposed flesh made my stomach churn with excitement.

‘Strip.’ There was no question in her word. It was a demand. A demand that had me hauling my T-shirt over my head and kicking my pants off. Sitting before Estella, with nothing hiding me, left me vulnerable. I’d long imagined the moment in our years together and apart, but never had I imagined her taking control.

‘Show me how you fuck that thing while watching your sordid little clips,’ Estella said, her voice rolling over me and suffocating me with need.

Wrapping my hand around my jutting cock, I stroked it in long, smooth motions, my eyes focused on her.

‘Watch the screens,’ she demanded, walking around me, her heels clipping on the wooden floor as my breath caught. ‘I want to see what you’ve been doing all this time up here like a perverted little freak.’

‘Why so many stars?’ Estella dragged one fingertip over the artwork inked onto my arm, following the bulges of muscle as she moved around me, trailing a path of desire with one, sharp nail.

‘It’s the night sky from the first day we met, from our houses point of view. The day my life changed.’

A flicker of a smile crossed her lips.

‘There’s only two differences,’ I said.

Her brows crumpled as she hunted my skin with her eyes. ‘Tell me.’

I used my non-occupied hand to show her the smattering over my chest. ‘This constellation doesn’t exist.’

Estella moved closer, trailing her fingers over the series of dots.

‘Why?’

‘They exist in another form in the real world.’ My dick dripped precum at her nearness. The gentle touch almost my undoing.

‘Tell me,’ she let her fingers fall, grazing them over the wet head of my cock. I choked on my words, my eyes rolling.

‘They are the freckles that cover your nose.’

My words seemed to strike her, forcing her to back away from me, sitting on the edge of my desk with the pixel images of her flashing around her exquisite face.

‘My obsession with you is endless, Estella. There’s not a depth I wouldn’t sink to just to see you for a single second. Your are my universe. My reason for existence.’

I let out a moan, my stroking becoming more ragged with every word.

‘Come for me,’ she whispered. ‘Let me see.’

Pleasure coiled deep in my pelvis. I didn’t want to spill my cum, I wanted to fuck it into her. The urge to go to her, to turn her over and pin her beneath me, filled me with unquenchable thirst, but I didn’t move.

Her eyes fixed on my dick, her mouth moving slowly.

‘What’s the other difference?’ She whispered.

‘I have starshine etched on my dick. Marking it as yours if ever you’ll have it.’

The heated look in her eyes sent me over the edge. Hot, white ropes of cum splatted on the floor between us, my groans deepening as Estella licked at her perfect pink lips.

With stuttering breath, I milked every drop out, for her, my sticky mess coating my fingers and thighs as well as the wooden floorboards.

‘What now?’ I asked, my mind foggy in my post-orgasm bliss.

Estella hitched up her skirt, exposing black lacy panties. I swallowed as she spread her thighs wide.

‘On your knees, Leo,’ she demanded, her voice thick and husky.

I slid off the chair, not caring about the slippery cum squelching into my knees.

‘Crawl to me.’ Estella’s eyes glittered at my easy obedience. ‘And show me how badly you need me.’

‘You want me to crawl?’ I asked.

‘Is that a problem?’

‘I’d crawl through broken glass just to kiss your cunt.’ My drained cock already throbbed, rising again at the prospect of tasting her.

‘Show me.’