He laughs and pulls his shirt off with one hand, making quick work of removing his pants. Now we’re both in the dark, in only our underwear.
I buck my hips toward him, clad in my royal-blue thong—the same color as his jersey—in a blatant attempt to get what I want.
“You’re so needy, sweetheart. What do you want? Use your words.” He licks a line up through my slit, over my panties, and now words are very difficult for me. My incoherent babble makes him chuckle.
“Tell me you want this,” he says, voice rough. “I need you to be very clear with me right now, sweetheart.” His need for consent is sexy as hell.
“I want this. I want you. Make me come, Rhodes,” I demand, in an attempt to take back some power, because I am wildly spiraling under his hands.
“You trying to take control, Monroe?” His voice is thick with amusement, but his pupils are blown, and his fingers flex against my hips like he’s barely keeping himself in check.
I smirk, dragging him down the hall to my bedroom. “You gonna let me?” I tease, looking back at his beautiful face.
Rhodes grins, slow and lazy, but there’s something predatory underneath it. “For now.” I push him into my room. “But I fully plan on making good on every filthy thought I haven’t been able to stop having about you.” Heat pools in my core at the admission.
I bump him up against my bed, stepping between his legs, hands roaming down the hard, muscled planes of his chest. He’s breathtakingly beautiful in the low light.
I feel how hard he is, pressed against my stomach. Time for the rest of our clothes to be gone now.
“I need to get a condom,” he murmurs, tilting my chin up so I can look at him. His midnight-blue eyes lock on mine, waiting for me to make the next move.
“Don’t bother,” I whisper, leaning up to kiss him again. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean. I was just checked a few weeks ago, and I haven’t been with anyone in a while.”Just don’t ask me why I decided to get checked, or if it coincided with our kiss.
“You want me raw, Monroe?” His gaze turns molten and his fingers tighten their grip on my waist.
“Yes.”
He sucks in a breath.
“Fuck, okay. I’m clean, too. I haven’t been with anyone since—” He pauses. Probably wisely deciding not to bring up an ex while his hands are all over me. “I’m good.”
I exhale a shaky breath, because I don’t know how to not want him anymore. I don’t think I was ever very good at it anyway.
His lips find mine again, softer now, slower—like he’s savoring every second, every gasp, every shiver.Then he lifts me up, laying me down on the bed. Rhodes hooks his thumbs under my thong and slides it to the side so he can slip his fingers inside of me.
“Rhodes,” I gasp. I can feel how slick I am already, and we’ve barely started. I’m breathing hard, heart racing, while he rhythmically pulses three fingers in and out of me.
“You’re so wet, Monroe. This all for me?” His voice is a whisper.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, all for you.” My eyes are locked on his.
Then we both stop thinking altogether. I pull him up to kiss him again—hard, needy, relentless.
He pulls his fingers out of me and taps on my mouth, forcing me to open up. I let him slip them in, so I can taste just how wet I really am for him. He groans at the sight.
“Enough of these,” he says roughly, pulling the thong all the way off. He aligns his cock with my soaked entrance and pushes slowly inside, inch by inch, letting me adjust to his size.
Both of us audibly groan when he’s fully seated.
“I don’t think anything has ever felt this good, Monroe.”
I hum in agreement. Nothing has ever felt as good as Rhodes. Right now, in general, just basically all of the time. He’s so fully infiltrated my life and dismantled every brick I so carefully put up. I look down at his face, pleasure sweeping over his features, eyes hungry and locked on mine. How the hell will anyone else ever live up tothis?
He watches himself moving in and out of me, hands caressing my hips and my breasts. Salivating like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever seen, and it’saddicting. His eyes on me, drinking me in…it’s addicting.
When he circles my clit with his thumb, I know I’m not going to last long. He applies more pressure, faster circles, and I feel my muscles start to tense. My eyes flutter while he keeps up his pace.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Come for me.”