I sit on the couch, bringing her with me so she straddles my lap. Her fingers are in my hair, tugging, while she peppers kisses down my jaw and back up to my mouth, and I try not to behave like a damn animal shoving my tongue down her throat.
Her hands are roaming under my shirt and she’s tugging at the hemline. I reach up to grab the back of my gray sweatshirt and tug it off in one motion. Monroe’s pupils dilate as she stares at my bare chest, hungry. Her gaze roams down and catches on my growing erection.
“You like what you see?” I smirk, flexing my abs and reveling in her returning eye roll before tugging her back to my mouth. Any time she isn’t fused to my face is almost a waste. She moans her approval into our kiss, and my cock finishes the jump to stand at attention for her, fully tenting the athletic shorts I’m wearing.
Monroe leans back with a wicked grin, untangling herself from me. My body protests immediately at the loss of her body heat, but gets back on board when she kneels in front of me and quirks up an eyebrow in question.
“Do you want this?” she whispers, tugging at my shorts. Like she even has to ask.
“The answer is always going to be yes, Monroe. And if for some reason the answer is no one day, I want you to kill me because I’ll have lost my fucking mind.” That earns me a laugh I wish I could bottle up and a quiet, “Just checking,” from my girl before she pushes my shorts and boxers down, allowing me to spring free in front of her face.
“Jesus, you’re huge, Rhodes.” I bask in her approval. I loved hearing it the first time, I love hearing it now. “I mean, I know you are, but still. Damn.”
Monroe grins up at me, and I groan. Her tongue darts out, licking the bead of pre-cum off the tip, and a shiver ripples through my entire body. I don’t even have time to register before she has my dick down her throat. I stifle a strangled moan, trying and failing to preserve whatever dignity I might have left. I shouldn’t even bother. She takes all of it with her anyways.
I stroke her hair. “You’re such a good girl, Monroe. So pretty with my cock in your mouth. I’m going to make you come so hard after this.”
She whimpers at my praise and sucks harder, and I swear I see stars. I’m not going to last if she keeps this pace up, and I refuse to come before she does. I’m a grown man, for Christ’s sake, not a teenager. But I can’t help it—it gets better every time we’re together.
“Okay, sweetheart,” I say, pulling her up and off. She pouts, her lips glistening deliciously, and I tug her in for another kiss. Tasting myself on her mouth is a special brand of ecstasy. “My turn.”
“I wasn’t finished.” She laughs as I flip us over and lay her back down on the couch.
“I’m greedy, Monroe.” I look to her for permission this time. It’s not fair that I’m fully naked and she’s still completely clothed, and I decide that needs to be rectified immediately. I slide her shorts off to reveal a skimpy black lace thong and nearly lose it all over her furniture. This view will never get old. Never. I take a ragged breath before running a finger down her slick center. Her hips buck into my hands, and I see her reachup to push her shirt out of the way, to play with her tits, pinching and squeezing. My gaze is locked on her, disheveled and gorgeous.
“How’s the view?” She’s smug, looking down through dark lashes at me, and I stroke her again. The smugness fades and is replaced by need.
“You are perfection, Monroe.”
She runs a hand through my hair, pulling tight at the strands. I slip one finger in her tight pussy and curl it upward, watching her face when I hit the spot I’m looking for. “You like that?”
“Don’t stop,” she pants. Like I’d even dare it. Another finger and I curl again. Her whimpers will no doubt play on repeat in my brain for the rest of my life.
“You’re taking it so well, sweetheart. You want another one?” She nods, writhing beneath me. A third finger slips in and she moans.
“I’m so close,” she whines, and I move them rhythmically in and out of her, her wetness coating my hand. I fist my cock with the other hand and groan with her.
I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean. “This is my favorite taste, did you know that? I think I’m addicted.” She gives me a satisfied smirk before leaning back to give me the most incredible view. I notch myself at her entrance and push into her. Her eyelids flutter.
“That’s right, sweetheart. You can take it.” I palm her breast with one hand and guide her hip up with the other, and I go in another inch. Another breath and I slide the rest of the way in, seated to the hilt. “You feel that?”
She nods her head and whines again. My thumb circles her clit while I pull out and push back in. “You going to come for me, baby?”
“I’m so close, Rhodes. Oh, God.”
I pick up the pace and feel her clenching around me. I’m barely going to last two minutes inside her. I swirl her clit again, applying pressure where I know she needs it.
Her moans turn into a chant—Rhodes, Rhodes, Rhodes.
And that’s what pushes both of us over the edge—my name, a cry on her lips. She yells out and squeezes tight, riding the wave of her orgasm and I spill into her, fusing her hips to mine. I hope every single one of her neighbors hears her coming. Hears her screaming my name while I plunge deep into her. I’m possessive, and my caveman brain is screamingminefor not the first time in the last few weeks.
It’s not official yet.
But it will be. You don’t recover after a fall like this.
We pant together and I huff a laugh, smiling into the crook of her neck. I’m so gone for her. Our heart rates begin to slow, the sheen of our sweat sticking our skin together. “I’ll get us a towel to clean up,” I murmur.
“In the hall closet,” she whispers back. I have to psych my body up to leave her there so I can grab the towels.