Sneaking my hand down into his underwear, my fingertips brushed hair there. The wide, hard base. The smooth, smooth skin covering it all, and he grunted, his laugh unexpected and rough. “Not too much of that.”
I kissed the line of his jaw, the tip of his chin, and gave him a squeeze anyway.
He pulled out one of the hands he had inside my underwear and cupped my breast with it, taking its weight. “How am I so goddamn lucky?” he groaned. “How can you feel this good already?” His mouth gave my neck a soft kiss that had me shivering.
“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” I told him, stroking both hands up and down his spine, nipping at his chin in a way that had his hips rolling straight against the seam of my body. “You don’t even know how many times I’ve made myself come thinking about you sucking on my nipples.”
He groaned, broken and loud.
“Or just pushing deep, deep in me.”
He panted as I circled my hips into his.
“And pictured you coming in me, every inch of you stuffing me full.”
He growled.
Those big hands went to my butt, and then we were up and he was dropping me in the middle of his bed. He yanked my leggings off and threw them over his shoulder before sneaking his fingers beneath my undies and pulling those right off too.
I smiled at him, arching my back and reaching for his jeans when he crawled over me. I kept on smiling at him as I pushed his pants down over his butt, copping a handful on the way back up, and then doing it again, but this time under his boxers, stroking once, twice.
He groaned deep at the touch, then groaned even deeper when I wrapped my hand around him too.
I wasn’t sure who was more surprised, him or me.
Because I looked down at what I had my fingers on. I’d only gotten to touch the base of him. I hadn’t gotten… the whole thing.
His laugh was husky as he dipped down and kissed me before saying, “I’ve thought about this every night too.”
It was my turn to gulp as I risked a glance down at the thick cock I was holding.
It was perfect.
I gave him a squeeze, and he gave me another groan, a dreamy look in his eyes. He kissed me again, and I gave him yet another squeeze that had him swiveling his hips like he wanted me to do it again.
So I did.
“I’ve got places I want to put my mouth… my fingers…” He dipped his mouth back toward my breasts and sucked a nipple softly, slowly. “It’ll be so damn good for you…”
Patience had never been a virtue of mine.
So as he sucked and licked at my breasts, I stroked up and down the thick cock bobbing between our bodies, rubbing my thumb through the drop of precum that pooled at the deep-red tip I wanted to put into my mouth at some point, and jerked him off slowly, kissing the parts of his head I could reach. His hair. His ear. My other hand stroked his back as he kept on sucking the tips of my breasts before eventually easing a hand to the side of mine and stroking the pads of his fingers up and down the seam of my body.
The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Is it terrible that I hate knowing other people have seen you like this? That I’m jealous I’m not the only one who knows how big you are? What you feel like in my hand?”
The noise Rhodes made in the back of his throat was fucking savage. His breathing was deep, his fingers not stopping their petting movement up and down my lower lips. But his voice was harsh and deep as he said, serious, “They don’t matter. They’re never going to again. Understand me?” Rhodes pulled back and met my gaze with his stormy, bright one. “And you’re not the only one jealous.”
“There’s nothing for you to be jealous about,” I promised.
That must have been the perfect thing to say because then we were kissing again, and I’d licked my palm before going back to teasing him slowly when one of those big fingers finally dipped between my lips and pushed inside. I’d been wet from the moment he started kissing me, groaning as he pulled that long finger out and pushed it back in, pumping slowly, steadily.
“I’m on birth control,” I whispered. “I went to the doctor and I’m good,” I told him, needing him to know.
His voice was hoarse as he replied, “I go every year, and I haven’t done anything in a long time…”
“Good.” I bit his throat. “Then you can come in me as deep as you want.”
Rhodes growled in his throat before he slid another finger deep, his sawing motions consistent before they started scissoring. And finally a third finger joined the rest, and I whimpered at the stretch, at the fullness that somewhere in the back of my mind I recognized was necessary for what we both wanted.