Rhodes

Chapter Eleven Snow

Mila

Oh god, I’ve never been so nervous in my life. My hand shakes as I try to unlock my front door twice and drop my keys, painfully aware of the absolute giant watching from behind me.

This is real now. It’s not some spur-of-the-moment sudden hookup in public, we won’t be rushed this time. There won’t be anyone to intervene, no one to interrupt. No one to save me from myself.

Slipping the key into the lock, I let Rhodes inside my place and exhale hard as I shut the door behind him. “So... this is it.”

He checks the house out like he actually gives a fuck about the place I’ve been living and then turns toward me. “It smells how I thought it would.”

Huh? “What’s that mean?”

“Well, you always smell really clean and I’m pretty sure you use the purple Gain bottle. I don’t remember the name of the scent, but I smelled a bunch at Walmart to find it. I think it’s called moonlight something... was it breeze? Moonlight Breeze?”

Holy shit. I can’t tell if that’s really cute or kinda creepy, but either way, I want him to say more things like it. “Yeah, that’s the one. Do you want a drink or anything?”

“Maybe just some water for now. Oh, and that ice cream.”

Grinning, he follows me to the kitchen like he thinks I might try to escape or something, but where would I go?

This is my house, and I actually want him around for once.

“Oh, you took that ice cream thing literally, huh?” I tease, spinning around and opening the freezer so he can see how empty it is. “Sorry. I guess we could order some if you really want it.”

“Damn,” he breathes, stepping in closer to me until I’m backed against the counter. “We’ll have some next time. I can think of a different dessert we’d both enjoy tonight.”

God, he seems even taller like this. I feel completely caged in by those broad shoulders, strong arms, and the chest that haunts my dreams. “Oh yeah?” I ask shakily. “What’s that?”

With one hand dropping to my hip, the other yanks open my fridge and pulls out a bag of chocolate chips I like to snack on when I have a craving for sweets. “These.”

He gives my hip a little squeeze before pulling back to open the bag and toss a few in his mouth, and it takes me exactly that long to realize he absolutely shouldn’t know about those.

I opened the freezer, not the fridge. He’s never been in my house before and no one mentioned chocolate chips earlier.

“Are you psychic?” I ask. “How’d you know they were there?”

Shrugging, he holds one against my lips until I open up and eat it. “Would you believe me if I said it was a lucky guess?”

“No.”

“Ah, didn’t think so.” He eats a couple more, and then sets them aside, suddenly looking nervous. “I might have found out where you lived before this and peeked through your window last night when you were eating them.”

The feminine urge to smack the ever-loving shit out of him is almost immediately overpowered by lust. It’s wrong, and I know it is, but is the red flag really that red? It looks more pink from where I’m standing, maybe a tinted white. “How long have you been watching me?”

His eyes darken, chest rising and falling with deeper breaths like he’s scared I’m going to tell him to leave, but when he finally answers, I know it’s the truth. “A little over a week.”

My heart rate kicks up as I step in closer. “And what, exactly, have you seen?”

“I’ve seen a woman who doesn’t need anyone. One who scarfs down her dinner because she always skips lunch from being such a hard, dedicated worker. One who comes home from work and watches nature documentaries and dances around with her pillow to music on her record player. I see you’re happy with where you are in your life, and I don’t know why, but knowing all of this has just made staying away even harder. You don’t need a man, and you damn sure don’t need me. But if you wanted me... I’m right here.”

I knew he was dangerous. I clocked that the second I laid eyes on him. But this? Not even I was prepared for this. No one has ever taken the time to see me the way he has, even if his methods are questionable at best and flat out illegal at worst. “Rhodes... if you hurt me, I swear to god I’ll kill you. Do you understand? You’re right, I don’t need anyone. I’ve never needed anyone a day in my life and I’m not going to start now, but I think I’m finally ready to admit to myself that I want you. Please don’t make me regret that.”

His mouth is on mine before I take my next breath, his soft, pillowy lips and the faint scent of chocolate enveloping my senses as he lifts me up into his arms and starts carrying me toward my room — which he locates all by himself thanks to his stalking.

“You’re the one with the power here, woman. I won’t hurt you. You’ll hurt me, and I’ll fucking let you. But in here...” He tosses me on the bed and waves around my bedroom. “I’m going to need you to share some of that power. Do you think you can do that for me?”

This will be the hardest part for me. Outside of the bedroom, I can guard myself. I can protect myself. Even with our previous hookups, the circumstances were different. We didn’t have time to take things slow. We didn’t have the chance to really dive in. But in here, giving myself to him... I know who I am. I know what I am, and I know who he is. If I say yes, I’ll be giving him pieces of me I’ve never given anyone else.

But maybe it’s time for a leap of faith. Remi took one with Jagger and it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to her. Perhaps it’s my turn.

“Yes,” I say, voice thick. “Yes, Rhodes. I can do that for you.”

“Thank you. I swear on everything I won’t take advantage of that. That isn’t who I am, and believe it or not, this isn’t what I do with just anyone. Alleyway fucks are my usual jam because it’s easier than having to show people what I truly need.”

I see a vulnerability inside his blue eyes that wasn’t there before, setting me at ease. This is as meaningful for him as it is for me. We’ll sink or swim together.

“So tell me what you need,” I coax. “You’re becoming what I need, so let me return the favor.”

With a soft smile and a deep breath, he stands at the edge of my bed and adjusts his cock. “You already are. I’m gonna undress you now.”

“Okay.” It sounds almost clinical, but I have to appreciate the transparency. Maybe we both need it this time. Suddenly I regret the complicated outfit I chose that has multiple layers, yet the way his hands feel ghosting over my skin makes me glad he’ll have to take his time.

His eyes flash as he frees my breasts, and I don’t miss the way he leans in like he’s about to suck them before pulling away to continue stripping me down. “Your body is fucking amazing,” he breathes. “Want to own every fucking inch of it, and even after, it won’t be enough.”

He growls slightly when he tugs down my skirt, making me feel more desired than I think I’ve ever been. “So stay with me after,” I rush out. I know it’s coming from fear that he’ll use me and walk away, but I have to say it. If I don’t, he might leave thinking he’s not welcome. “Stay here tonight.”

“I brought my toothbrush. And no, that wasn’t me being presumptuous, it was me being hopeful.” He grins before tugging off his shirt and climbing on the bed, looming over me. “Time for me to have my real dessert. Don’t stop me until your legs are shaking. Understood?”

My thighs clench out of instinct. I feel like I’m about to come untethered. “Yes, Rhodes. I understand. Do you... have any kind of honorific you prefer?”

“If you’re open to it, yeah. I liked it when you called me Sir even if it might have been slightly sarcastic at the time. Felt it in my nuts, if I’m being honest.” He huffs a laugh and begins kissing down my stomach. “What about you, sweetheart? I know you like that pet name, but do you have a safeword?”

I’ve never needed one before and can’t imagine I’ll need one with him, but I come up with one anyway. “It’s snow... Sir.”

“Snow.” He smiles, planting more kisses until he’s between my legs and inhaling my scent. “You know how many times I jacked off with your panties?”

It’s so hard to concentrate on anything right now, I’m surprised my brain isn’t glitching out. Every ounce of my attention is focused on this man and what he’s about to do to me. “Uh... I don’t know. Three?”

The quiet laugh he breathes against my pussy sends a shiver all the way up my spine. “More.” And then his tongue is swiping over my clit, sending a wave of warmth through me that makes the rest of the world vanish.

“How many more?”

He sucks it between his lips instead of responding, a feral growl leaving him as he feasts on me like he’s starved, reminding me that I’m not the only one here who wanted more.

Don’t stop me until your legs are shaking.

Fuck.

Running my hands through his curls, I lift up slightly to guide him exactly where I need him and close my eyes, letting the pleasure roll through me. I don’t have to be embarrassed here, don’t have to hold back.

And I won’t.

His mouth is borderline teasing until I feel myself drip for him, but once that happens, his fingers join in the fun and he curls them to hit my sweet spot. The whimper I release seems to spur him on, changing those teasing licks to something much more determined as he coaxes me to ruin like he already knows exactly how to make my body sing.

Maybe he does.

The first orgasm feels a little like opening a door that’s been locked for years. I’ve had plenty, but this one is different. This one’s just for me, because he wants to make me feel good. I can’t explain what that does for me.

But it means the next one comes quickly, more forcefully. It leaves me screaming his name to the walls of my bedroom and clenching my thighs around his head, looking for stability.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growls, lapping up at the mess I’m leaving before sucking his fingers clean and then sticking them right back in. “You’ve got more for me, sweetheart, I feel it. You’ve been carrying so much on those pretty little shoulders. Let it all go for me.”

What the fuck? Who taught him this shit?

I melt against the mattress instead of fighting him, letting him coax a third one out of me before I even consider telling him to stop. My thighs are shaking, but I don’t want to be done. “Sir...”

“Oh, baby,” he coos. “You needed this, didn’t you? Use your words for me, I need you to say it.”

He’s still relentlessly playing with my g-spot as he stares at me with such a commanding presence I can hardly breathe, let alone speak.

“I—” a fourth orgasm hits me and makes me twitch — “I needed this,” I admit. “But now I need your dick.”

That makes him smile. “Yeah?” He sucks my clit into his mouth one more time and then stands, reminding me he’s still fully clothed, but he immediately begins stripping for me. His body shows all the signs of dedication and commitment I’ve needed in a partner. The V that points down into his boxers makes not sitting up to lick him nearly impossible, but after what he just did to me, my entire body feels like jello. “Tell me you need this dick again.”

He pushes his pants off and starts stroking himself, staring down at the mess he’s left me in with a condom in his left hand. It’s a reminder that he’s massive and I’m absolutely not a champ.

Swallowing my pride, I finally admit it out loud. “I need it, Sir... but I also need you to go slow.” My cheeks blaze with heat, but I don’t stop. “It... hurts after when you don’t.”

“Fuck, I’ve hurt you? And then just... left.” He looks genuinely bothered by that knowledge, pausing everything to lean in and kiss my lips just once. “I’m sorry, Mila. I’ll go slow.”

“It’s not your fault,” I rush out. “I was always eager to leave and I never said anything. I was embarrassed.”

“Never be embarrassed, okay? Tell me when I’m fucking up or hurting you in any way. It’s the only way I’ll know and do better. You have a pretty convincing mask.”

Standing up again, I watch him roll the condom on his rock-hard cock and almost ask him to take it off. But we haven’t had that talk yet and now isn’t the time, so I spread my legs for him and bite my lip. “I’ve always had to have a strong mask. I’ll try to be more honest with you.”

“We’ll get there. Soon you’ll realize you can’t scare me away and know you can lean on me. I know that takes time. Now breathe for me.” He pushes the head of his cock in and groans, pausing to let me adjust. It’s so different from all the other times that it’s almost overwhelming in a much different way, and something tells me I’ll be able to take him better this time.

“Why are you so big?” I laugh breathlessly, gripping his biceps. “It shouldn’t be allowed.”

“I’m not. I mean... I’m not even the biggest in my friend group,” he chuckles. “Believe it or not, Xander got me beat... by less than half an inch, but still.” His smile fades away. “Wait, act like you didn’t hear that. Don’t think about another dude’s dick right now.”

He pushes in more, ensuring I can’t think of anyone or anything but the way he’s surrounding me, filling me. I kiss him deeply. “No one else matters, Rhodes. It’s only you.”

“Fuck, that feels good to hear.” He slides in more, dropping down to catch me in a heated kiss that has my body opening more for him.

It doesn’t hurt at all this time.

“More,” I beg, wrapping my legs around him to pull him in. “I can take it, baby. More.”

“More, huh? Your body is already craving me the way mine has been craving yours.”

His hand wraps around my neck gently when he meets my gaze, and when I don’t safeword, he squeezes and gives me what I need. The lightheadedness makes me drip as he slips deeper, finally bottoming out inside me and filling me in ways I don’t think I’ll ever get over.

It’s too much.

“Rhodes...”

“Mila,” he moans, sucking a mark on my shoulder as he holds me at his mercy. I fucking need more. “Feel so goddamn good, woman.”

He pulls back to snap inside, grinning when I gasp for air, and it’s then I realize he isn’t going to hold back now that I’m primed and ready for him.

Good.

All I ever needed was a chance to adjust and to be in a headspace like this.

“Yes,” I whisper. “God, yes.”

“Look at you taking me so well.” He sits up to set a pace, holding it for a few moments while our needy noises fill the quiet room, and then suddenly he slows to lift both my legs up on his shoulder. “Breathe, sweetheart. This might hurt a little, but I’ve got you.”

Panic spikes and dissipates almost instantly. I believe him when he says he’ll stop if it’s too much, so I grip the sheets and nod quickly. “I can take it,” I repeat. “Take what you need, baby.”

“Good girl.” His hands find my hips in a bruising grip, lifting me off the bed slightly so he can start fucking into me slow and deep. “That’s my good girl.”

Oh, yeah. Hearing those words from his lips is worth a little pain. But looking down, I can see where his cock is making my stomach bulge thanks to the angle. It’s surreal, yet it just turns me on more.

I think I’d let this man break me in half if he chose.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, pushing down on my belly just to feel it move underneath.

“Fuck,” he groans, his pace slowly picking up. “Haven’t been with anyone else since that alleyway, Mila. Need you to know that.”

“Better not,” I growl, rolling my hips to drive him crazy. “You want me, you get only me.”

“Damn fucking straight,” he agrees. “You too, woman. Been driving me crazy thinking about other dudes touching you. You’re mine.”

His hips snap even harder, making me flinch, but the radiating waves of pleasure after send me straight into another orgasm.

“It’s only you,” I gasp out. “I haven’t... no one else.”

“Whose pussy is this?”

He smirks like he knows I’m about to deny him once again, so I surprise the fuck out of us both.

“Yours, Sir. This pussy is yours.”

“Ah, fuck yeah it is. Pussy is fucking mine, Mila — gonna come.” Rhodes pushes in deep with his release, groaning as he keeps me pinned, and when he mumbles more words at me it takes a second to catch on to what he’s saying. “... condoms. Can’t wait to pump you full of my cum.”

“So do it. Finger it inside me, Sir. Give it to me. Let me feel it.”

I want it now. I don’t want to wait until later or some other day, I want it fucking now.

So his ass better give it to me.