Page 68 of Beautiful Monster

He’s right. The cool pool water feels amazing on my blazing hot skin after that long jog.

When he turns around, I’m submerged to my shoulders, but I know he could see my tits through the water if he really looked.

Is he looking?

Swimming toward him with a smile, I circle him. He reaches out and takes one of my legs. I feel the bareness of his hip as he pulls me toward him.

Just when I think we’re about to play the same game we played yesterday, the stakes a whole lot higher being naked, he plants a hand on my head and pushes me under the water. I laugh until I realize I’m under the water with the bare bottom half of Alexander's body. Once my face is submerged, I open my eyes and see him, the dark hair around his thick cock, which looks both hard and long—whether he wants it to or not.

Did I do that to him? Does the vision of me naked arouse him? Did he push me under so I could see it?

When I pop back out, I laugh at him, but I keep my distance. This game is fun. This back-and-forth dance that we’re both slowly losing.

Losing has never felt so exhilarating.

He and I swim circles around each other, keeping our eyes glued on the other but not coming close enough to touch. After a while, the air seems to grow hotter. Stifling, even.

“Can I ask you a question?” I say delicately when I reach the shallow end of the pool.

“Anything.”

“If a woman…who happened to be twenty…walked through that door right now and tried to seduce you, would you let her?”

His brow lifts as we continue our dance, swimming loops around the pool. His eyes narrow in contemplation. “You’re asking if I’m resisting you because of your age or because it’s…you.”

I nod.

“Does it make a difference?” he murmurs.

Slowly, he comes to a stop, resting his back against the side of the pool. I’m grateful for the ability to stand in one place because I can clench my thighs together now. This tension between us has made me aroused to the point of discomfort.

I don’t answer his question. At least not with words.

Instead, I do something bold. Something wild. Something I have never done before in my life.

I slip my hand down the front of my body, over my bare breasts—which are now hovering near the top of the water—and down my stomach until I reach the apex of my thighs.

Biting my bottom lip, I stare fiercely at Alexander as I run my middle finger over my clit and through my folds.

His gaze lowers, watching the movement under the water. When he finds my eyes again, his expression hardens. “Sunny.”

“Alexander…”

A low grunt escapes his lips. The hoods of his eyes half close as he watches me. And I feel like I’ve won somehow. My finger keeps up the motion, toying with my pussy beneath the water.

He wants to stop me—I can see the tortured look in his eyes, but he doesn’t. He just breathes heavily, his gaze dancing back and forth from my hand to my eyes.

“Does that feel good?” he whispers.

Breathlessly, I nod.

When I zero in the pressure on my clit, my body reacts. Muscles tensing. Breath hitching. Toes curling.

As his lips part, he finally makes the move I’ve been waiting for. His hand slips under the water and he grips his cock. Slowly he pumps himself.

I moan loudly as I work myself, staring directly into his eyes. I’ve never done anything hotter or more vulnerable in my life. I feel out of my mind.

He’s stroking faster until it starts to feel like a race for who can come first.