11. Rico
Chapter eleven
Rico
The Loft: Your guest has just arrived.
I smile. Good girl.
I bring up the camera feed for inside the presidential suite of my hotel, just in time to see Hannah sheepishly peek through the door and call out to make sure it's empty. She drags a small suitcase behind her.
Matty texted our group chat earlier that his cousin was spending the night at Hannah's, and I had hoped this was why.
I spend the next hour watching as she takes a bath, orders room service, and watches some TV. I just want her to have a break, reset, recharge, and figure out what makes her happy. Hopefully, that's me.
I should text her and let her know that there are cameras, but part of me doesn't want to break the spell that watching her like this has woven over me.
Call me a creep, but watching her while she doesn't know I'm watching her has my cock growing thick against my thigh.
There are no cameras in the bathroom, so I've only been watching her in a robe. I'm not totally invading her privacy...
It's 2 am and she seems restless. She's flicking through TV stations aimlessly and tossing and turning. I frown. The idea of a night away was to leave her worries behind, if only for a night, but it seems like she's having a hard time shutting her brain off.
I watch as she reaches over to the nightstand and picks up her phone. My frown deepens when I wonder what she's doing, as she puts the phone up to her ear. Who the fuck is she calling at 2 am.
That is until my phone rings on the desk next to me. And her name appears.
"Everything okay?" I ask.
“Yes, I just…I couldn’t sleep.”
"No?"
"No...I...I kinda wish you were here."
“Nope. That wasn’t your fantasy, baby. You wanted a weekend alone.”
“What if what I want changes?”
It's tempting. She's only two blocks away from me. I could walk over, strip her robe off of her, make love to her all night...
“Not this weekend, mami, this weekend is yours.”
She sighs, and I watch on the camera as her shoulders sag. She looks around the room.
“This place is beautiful. I haven’t thanked you yet.”
“It’s yours anytime you want sweetheart. It’s not my main home, but it’s close to the club so I keep it for when I’m too tired to get all the way home.”
“This is your home?” She asks incredulously.
“Mhm,” I reply, licking my lips. I like seeing her in my space. She hasn't been to our apartment yet. I should fix that.
“So, I should have told you this sooner," I start "…but honestly I didn’t want to. There are cameras in there.”
“Have you been watching me this whole time?” she says in a whisper .
I'm silent for a beat, not wanting to admit just how much of a creep I've been.
“You’re cute when you blush.” I add, just to see if I can make her blush more.
Hannah tries to cover her blushing cheeks, but I can still see the smile on her beautiful face.
She rolls onto her back, one thin sheet covering her lower half. Her top half is covered in an oversized t-shirt, but I zoom in on the bed. Her hand is moving under the sheet, down her torso, and between her legs.
Oh, fuck yes.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice thick and low with lust.
“Showing you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me…even if I can’t in person.” She replies, eyes closed.
"Fuck," I grumble, pulling down the zipper on my jeans. My cock is painfully hard, but I give it a few short pulls to take the edge off.
A low moan sounds from the phone.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” I demand.
“Mmmm, I would want you to touch me. To go down on me, to let me go down on you…” her voice trails off.
“First, I would worship you. Your breasts, your nipples, every inch of your body.” I growl. She takes a sharp inhale at my words, as her other hand slides under her shirt and over her breast. I've never had phone sex. This is a sweet sort of torture - to be able to imagine what I want to do to her without being able to do it.
“Are you wet?”
She bites her lower lip. “Mhm. ”
I imagine her taste on my tongue, the smell of her. I imagine how soft and warm she'd feel finally pushing into her. I imagine my fingers digging into her hips and I plow into her from behind.
I can already feel my orgasm start at the base of my spine. My balls feel hot and heavy, still strangled by the cloth of my boxer briefs.
“Finger yourself,” I command and watch in fascination as she arches her back to comply.
She moans, causing me to speed up my hand.
“Good girl,” I growl. Her easy obedience causes my chest to feel tight. She's an incredible woman, balancing kids, running a house, and reclaiming her identity. She's always in charge, so watching her give up any semblance of control is so fucking sexy.
She whines.
"Are you close?"
"Yes."
“Now add another finger,” I command. "Imagine it's my cock, driving into you over and over again. Pummeling your G-spot relentlessly. Making you scream my name."
"Yes!" She shouts in a breathy voice.
“Yes, that’s it. Are you going to come for me like a good girl?” I ask in a strangled voice.
"Yes!"
“Come for me,” I growl into the phone.
And she does. On a loud, low moan her back arches and bows off the bed. At the same time, my balls tighten and I spill my load onto the floor under my desk. Fuck, I haven't come that hard since I was a teenager .
I watch the screen as her chest slows and her body becomes languid.
“Rico,” she whispers as I clean up my floor with a rag.
"Yeah, mami?"
"Did you come?"
I chuckle. "All over my fucking hand like a teenager."
She smiles beautifully, looking like the very picture of relaxation.
“Thank you,” she whispers sleepily.
I give a low chuckle. “Watching that was like watching a piece of art. Think you’ll be able to sleep now?”
“Mhm,” she replies, licking her lips.
"Oh, Hannah?"
"Mhm?"
"You just came in my bed. It might not have been by my hand, but we're dating now. You're mine."