Where We Call Home (Faircloud #2)

Chapter 24

Twenty-Four

“ Y es,” I managed between needy pants. My back arched, and my legs began to quake, shaking uncontrollably at the sensation of his tongue against my delicate center. This felt so fucking good.

“Please,” I begged. My mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out.

Reaching my hand down, I intertwined my fingers into locks of dark hair, gripping and pulling him closer. I needed more. More what? I didn’t know, but I was desperate to chase this arousal.

Shoving my pussy into his face, I let out a frustrated groan because I knew he wasn’t giving me everything he could, he was holding back. This man was teasing me on purpose, my body aching for more. A vibration sent tingles up my spine as he chucked against me, burying his face deeper. His facial hair rubbed against me in just the right way, a sound I’d never made before slipped past my lips

“You’re so needy for me, Honey,” Rhodes muttered, using his tongue to form circles around my clit. He swirled one, two, three more times and ran his tongue down my slit, taking his time to clean my dripping center.

“Do you hear that?” Rhodes mumbled into me.

He delicately licked my entrance. The soft, lingering edging nearly as arousing as the fast and devouring pace. A mixture of fast and slow movements riled me up just to bring me back down, creating a steady hum at the base of my spine.

So close to release, the feeling was building up stroke by stroke of his tongue. Before I could make my move to wrap my legs around his head to demand more, Rhodes stopped, and a cool breeze filled the space where he was.

Angry, I huffed and sat on my elbows, my eyebrows pushed together.

“Did I say stop?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.

Rhodes stared at me, a sexy smirk on his wet lips. It was me on his lips, me who he was devouring like it was his last meal. His hair was tousled, sticking up like he’d just gone round for round in the ring.

“You think you’re in charge?” Rhodes quipped, kneeling between my legs and looking down at me desperate beneath him. He was shirtless, every one of his muscles defined. Pecs, abs, biceps; they each deserved my undivided attention. I wished I could lick them all, take my time exploring every dip and curve.

“I may let you have your way outside the bedroom, but in here, you are mine,” Rhodes growled. “Turn around and bend over.”

I shot up, gasping for air, my hand clutching my chest in an attempt to steady the wild rhythm of my heartbeat.

Was I sweating? I wiped the back of my hand across my forehead. Yep, definitely sweating.

Horny and desperate, I sat there for a moment, trying to pull myself together. My dreams had been... vivid. Dirty. Completely consumed by Rhodes.

This wasn’t the first time I’d used my imagination to dull this restless, aching need, but it was becoming a problem. A serious problem.

I couldn’t deny it anymore. I was painfully attracted to my roommate. And with every fleeting glance, every accidental brush of his hand, my resolve was crumbling. How much longer could I pretend I wasn’t losing control?

Frustrated, I threw the blanket off my body, the cool air washing over my overheated, sticky skin.

That’s when I noticed it.

The tight spandex I’d worn last night was gone.

Wait... what?

Memories of the night before came rushing back. I’d been exhausted—barely able to stay awake, much less get myself ready for bed.

Which meant...

My pulse spiked again.

Rhodes.

He must’ve helped me undress.

The thought sent a jolt through me, reigniting every ember of sexual frustration I’d tried to snuff out.

This is getting out of hand.

And the worst part? Deep down, I wished he hadn’t stopped.

Fuck.

I stood up and paced back and forth. There was no way I was going to get rid of the arousal. This was no longer an itch.

I wanted him badly. I needed him biblically.

Then, I thought about our kiss. That damn kiss that I initiated. I was pulled into the moment and on emotional overdrive. Adrenaline was pumping through my system, excitement lighting me on fire.

His lips were soft; he tasted like warmth and good decisions.

I needed a cold shower. That would do the trick. I needed to douse this fire I felt inside me.

Did I really want to?

Maybe this was my chance to make a move and put the desire to rest.

My nipples ached; they were hard against the tight clothing.

Fuck it.

A feral part of me took over; I was blinded by my libido. Rummaging through my drawers, I found a tank top and shorts that were barely a scrap of fabric.

I stepped out of my clothes from last night and into this, something suggestive enough to give Rhodes a tease. Running my hands through my messy hair, I left it wild and untamed as it cascaded around my face.

My mind was made up. The no-shit, get what she wants woman wasn’t at rest, she was ready to play. I’d pull out the big guns to reel Rhodes in. I was tousled, horny, and ready to shake shit up.

I stepped out of my room, my bare feet padding down the cool hardwood hallway. Each slow, deliberate step was a performance, a reminder of the confident persona I always wore. When I reached the kitchen, my practiced calm faltered.

Rhodes was already there, one step ahead of me.

He stood at the counter, his back to me, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung pajama pants that clung to his hips. His broad, muscled back was a masterpiece, every ridge and dip tempting my fingers to trace the lines. When he turned, the expanse of his chest and abs—defined, utterly devastating—came into view.

My mouth went dry.

I’d walked out with every intention of making him squirm, but now I felt like the one out of her depth, striding into a gun fight with only a knife.

Forcing a breath, I pushed down the looming nerves and wore a sultry smile. “Good morning,” I said, casually raking a hand through my hair in an attempt to feel loose and free.

Rhodes turned his head, his green eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my pulse kick up five notches. The mug in his hand paused mid-lift as his gaze flicked down, taking in my tank top and bare legs.

“Morning,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine.

I sauntered to the cabinets, letting my hips sway just enough to catch his attention. As I reached for a glass, I deliberately overextended, the hem of my shirt riding up to reveal a hint of skin.

“Could you help me?” I asked, glancing back at him with wide, innocent eyes.

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he didn’t move, his gaze lingering just long enough to make the air between us crackle. Then he cleared his throat. “Sure.”

Rhodes stepped closer, his presence as commanding as ever. He reached over me, his chest brushing lightly against my back. The scent of him—clean, woodsy, with a hint of soap—wrapped around me, making my knees weak.

I stayed frozen, every nerve ending alive as his arm hovered above me. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the tension tangible. He grabbed the glass and handed it to me, stepping back before I could react.

“Thanks,” I murmured, my voice slightly unsteady. I turned and poured juice into the glass, taking a seat at the island to ground myself. “How’d you sleep?”

Rhodes leaned against the counter, mug in hand, his biceps flexing just enough to draw my attention.

“Pretty good. You?”

“Like a baby,” I replied, swirling the juice in my glass before looking up at him. “Though I did have an... interesting dream.” Tease . I’d use the dream to play with him, have him at my mercy. What man could deny hearing more about a dirty dream, especially if it involved him?

Rhodes’ brow arched slightly, the corner of his mouth curving in a way that was maddeningly attractive. “Oh yeah? What about?”

He stepped closer, resting his elbows on the counter across from me, his stupidly attentive eyes locking onto mine. The heat between us was almost unbearable.

I hesitated just long enough to let the tension build, then lowered my gaze to the rim of my glass, running a finger along its edge.

“Well,” I said softly, lifting my eyes to meet his. “You and me.”

“Hmmm.” He hummed, leaning in closer. Not an ounce of shock appeared on his face. “And?”

I lifted a hand to my neck, trying to soothe the tension there.

“It’s... a bit embarrassing,” I admitted, leaning back in my chair and placing my hands on the cool marble countertop.

Rhodes’ eyes fell to my breasts that were barely contained by the thin-strapped tank I wore, no bra. He could easily see the peaks of my nipples forming beneath the fabric. I changed my posture, pushing them out to seem irresistible.

Licking his lips, he stood up straight and walked towards me.

“Tell me,” he purred, affected by the atmosphere in the kitchen just as much as I was.

“We were in my room.”

“Yeah?”

Rhodes came closer, rounding the island.

“And you were with me, in my bed.”

“Mhm.”

Another step.

“I was on my back.”

“And?”

One more.

“You were between my legs.”

Rhodes stood close to me, and I spun the kitchen chair making sure I was facing his direction. He peered down as I looked up, my mouth slightly parted.

“What was I doing?” Rhodes cocked his head to the side, arms crossing over his broad, bare chest. His muscles bulged and the veins became more prominent.

I gulped, blinking slowly at him and bit my bottom lip.

“Tell me, Theo. What was I doing?”

With an intentional pause, I let the room fall silent, anticipation gnawing at me before I responded in a hushed whisper.

“Devouring me.”

Rhodes smiled, leaning his tall frame down so he was inches away from my face. My skin was prickling, and my core throbbed. His change of demeanor turned me on; I barely recognized the man before me.

Rhodes was soft and gentle but seeing him ravenous and hungry made my skin crawl. I’d love to see him come undone beneath me.

His pupils dilated, and his gaze touched my lips.

“Did you like it?” he asked, his tone not wavering as he pushed forward, playing my game.

Shame-filled pleasure took over, making me defiant to his approach.

“Yes.”

We were nose to nose, stuck in a whirlpool of tension neither of us wanted out of. I needed him now more than ever. There was no way I’d be able to turn back from this. No showerhead or hot dream would take away this ache.

Making the first move, I reached out and ran my fingers against his abs, feeling every dip under my touch.

“You were such a good boy,” I whispered in a sultry tone, angling my face millimeters away from his lips. Our breaths tangled, a heady mixture of heat and longing.

That was all it took to shatter Rhodes’s control. His lips crashed into mine with a passion that left me breathless.

I leaned into him, my hands curling around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, desperate to close the distance between us. Our mouths moved together, a wild, unrelenting rhythm. I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.

Rhodes cupped my face with both hands, drawing me to my feet. My teeth caught his lower lip, tugging lightly before letting go. The sharp snap as it sprang back made him growl, his eyes darkening as they fluttered shut.

With a swift motion, he spun me, backing me toward the living room. We moved as one, never breaking apart, our kisses frantic and fevered. Hands roamed, lips clashed, it was chaos, raw and electric, a frenzy that neither of us could control.

This was the first time I was going to have sex while pregnant; there was a lot I was unsure of. What would be comfortable? How would my body react? I couldn’t let the anxiety impact the moment. I trusted Rhodes.

Rhodes took control, and I was willing to let him, every ounce of defiance stripped away with a single intimate touch. Sitting down on the couch, he pulled me to straddle him. One leg lay on either side of his waist while I leaned down to let my tongue explore his.

“I’m gonna enjoy this,” Rhodes muttered against my lips before diving back in. “I’ve been thinking about you, needy and naked for me, for way too long.” I knew he meant it because I could feel how hard his cock was as it twitched between my legs. I rocked my hips to rub along his length, giving me the friction I needed to pleasure myself.

Rhodes’ hands dipped into my shorts, cupping my ass and squeezing. The feeling of his calloused palms against my sensitive skin set me ablaze. My hands grabbing his cheeks and my body moving in rolling motions against his. The tank top felt too tight, rubbing against the sensitive skin of my nipples adding to the friction.

I was feral.

Rhodes pulled away, pausing the kiss as he panted.

“Are we doing this?” he asked, leaning his head against the back of the couch.

“I think so,” I replied, my thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks as I stared into his eyes, lost in a pool of dilated pupils.

“What do you want?” His hands still roamed my body, exploring the curve of my hips under my clothes.

That was a good question. Was an intense make-out enough? Did I want to go further?

The slickness between my legs told me my answer.

I leaned, pressing my breasts against his bare chest. “You.”

“If we do this, there’s no going back.” He was caring and cautious, leaving it up to me. Even in a lust filled moment, he was considerate. I could feel how badly he wanted me. Wanted this. Yet, he considered me and my feelings above the raging ache of his cock.

“I know.”

Without any more questions or hesitation, Rhodes leaned farther back and removed his hands from my body. Like a king, he draped his arms on the back of the couch and nodded past me.

“Then stand up and strip for me, Theo.”

Scrambling, I climbed off of his lap and stood. My heart was in my ears, beating loud enough to drown out any sound.

I was molten as I hooked both thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and shimmed out, standing bare to make a show out of my strip tease. Rhodes was staring at me like I was a work of art, a sparkle in his eyes I’d never witnessed before. That gave me the courage to keep going.

Slowly, I removed the tank top and let it hang from my fingertips, twirling it back and forth before dropping it to the ground with a smirk.

I was standing completely naked in front of Rhodes Dunn. My friend. My roommate. My deepest desire. The man I shouldn’t be getting involved with but fuck if I could hold back any longer.

He was the first person to witness me naked while pregnant. I’d been hiding myself and my body from the world–he was the first one to truly see me.

“You are beautiful . A masterpiece.” Rhodes said, his gaze raking over me from head to toe.

Usually, I hated the extra attention, but right now, I soaked in every bit I could. I craved it, craved him.

“Look at you,” Rhodes scoffed in almost disbelief. He reached his hand towards me, his palm up. I placed my hand in his, and he guided me to him to resume my position.

Rhodes leaned up, placing both hands on either side of my belly. Coming closer, he left a soft kiss on the swell. There were those damn butterflies again, the gentle touch of their wings tickling my insides. My core throbbed in anticipation and my heart kicked with longing. There was a crack, like ice was melting away.

“I think it’s your turn,” I spoke softly, dropping my intense stare down to the hard cock in his pants.

“Not so fast, Honey. I want you to tell me exactly what I did to you in that dream.”

My cheeks blushed at the thought of real Rhodes between my legs, pleasuring me with his tongue. Not many men have done that before. It was far too intimate for casual hookups.

Instinctively, I wanted to protest. I stood before him for a moment, wondering what I could do to pivot the situation.

“I can see you overthinking,” Rhodes said, standing to tower over me.

Maybe if I sank to my knees, he would forget about the dream. I could blow his mind and give him the best head he probably ever experienced, and we’d move to the main event.

“Forget the dream,” I replied, moving to put my hands in his waistband to pull down his pants and let him spring free.

Rhodes was built, long and thick which I could see clearly through his pajamas. He could rip me in two, making walking quite difficult. He had the power to destroy me and not just with his cock.

“Theo, Honey, sit. You’re not going to distract me that easily. My mind is made up and I’m a man who knows what he wants.” Rhodes laid his hands over mine, removing them from his defined hips. He even had that V that made all the girls stupid.

Rhodes spun me, pushing me lightly to sit down.

Now, I was in the vulnerable position. He was in complete control, and it didn’t worry me that I was at someone else's mercy.

With a shaky exhale, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back.

Rhodes pushed the coffee table away to fit between me and the couch, dropping between my legs. I was on display, wide and ready for him to play.

The slickness between my legs was all for him, the wetness more than I’d felt before. It seemed nothing turned me on like the thought of Rhodes on his knees for me.

“What did I do first?” Rhodes asked, peppering kisses on the inside of my upper thigh. That single move made me putty; my skin was hot, and I let out a desperate whimper.

“You used your tongue,” I somehow managed to say, watching intently.

Rhodes followed my instructions, starting at my entrance and he licked up, painfully slow, savoring my taste. The sensation of his hot, wet tongue against my core was almost too much.

“Mhm, like that.” I sighed with pleasure.

“Now what?”

“Suck on my clit.” I was throbbing. I’m surprised he didn’t feel it against his lips as he latched onto me and sucked, pulling away and coming back again. “ Fuck , like that,” I growled. He repeated over and over, intentionally slow to torture me.

“Rhodes,” I moaned.

“Did I use my fingers?” He asked, running his pointer finger down from my clit to my entrance. He stuck in the tip just enough to make me want more. I pushed my hips down, trying to take it for myself.

“Do you want my fingers, Theo?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please,” I begged, spreading my legs as wide as they could go. The colder air hit me, adding to the satisfaction.

Rhodes shoved one finger in, toying with me as he pumped in and out. His free hand reached down and grabbed his length, jerking inside his pants.

“That’s it,” he growled. “You’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

I nodded, moving my hips to create friction against him.

“Can you take one more?”

“Yes,” I groaned in response.

Rhodes laughed and pushed in another finger, returning his mouth and using his tongue to play with me. Between the penetration and his tongue, I was a panting mess. My hips bucked and my clit rubbed against his lips. The stubble on his face scratched the sensitive skin, just as it had in my dream.

He picked up his speed, devouring me with no mercy. Sucking, licking, sopping his way up and down my slit as I moaned his name. I screamed at the top of my lungs riding out my orgasm.

“Fuck!”

Rhodes hummed in agreement, burying his face deeper as I came against his lips.

He pulled back, a wicked, deadly smirk tugging at his lips. The sight sent a shiver down my spine, equal parts thrill and torment.

As Rhodes straightened, he wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with unspoken intent.

Straight from a raunchy porn film, he put the two fingers that were inside me into his mouth and sucked so hard his cheeks hollowed.

Lord …

“You taste so good. I bet you feel even better,” Rhodes whispered, leaning down to kiss me. I tasted myself on his lips. The mixture of me and him on his tongue was erotic.

“Lay on your back,” he demanded and I listened. I was never the submissive type, but the commanding tone of Rhodes’ voice altered my brain chemistry.

Laying down was easier than getting up in my current state. My body was exhausted from the orgasm, like I’d run a marathon at record speed.

Finally, fucking finally, he pulled down his pajama pants. From my back, I watched the fabric disappear, revealing rock-hard length. I wasn’t disappointed by what I saw. Just as I expected, Rhodes Dunn outdid every cock I’d seen.

This man was built to fuck.

I wanted to taste him, feel the velvety skin slam into the back of my throat. The drool was pooling in my mouth, salivating like a damn dog.

Doing the hottest thing a man could do, he ran a hand down his length and wiped a bead of come from the tip. I bit down on my bottom lip and secretly wished it had been me cleaning him up.

Rhodes left one foot on the ground and placed his bent knee on the couch for support. Both of his hands came down on either side of my face as he hovered inches above me.

I reached up and entwined my fingers into the locks of black hair. It was smooth and clean, like silk beneath my fingertips.

I pulled him down, placing a long, hard kiss on his lips. He returned the gesture, and we both allowed a moment to lean into the kiss, my tongue and his finding a rhythm.

“Theo, I’m going to fuck you. I need to know you agree.” Rhodes spoke, hurried against my lips.

“I want your bare cock buried inside me. Fuck me, please.”

Rhodes groaned and tilted his head up to the ceiling, saying a silent prayer. My fingers in his hair pulled the ends and yanked his attention back.

“Honey, you have no clue what hearing you say that does to me.”

I could guess because I felt his thickness twitch in agreement.

“We don’t need a condom for obvious reasons. Plus, I’m clean; I haven’t had sex since, well.” I looked down at my belly.

“I haven’t been with anyone in… awhile.” Rhodes looked ashamed to admit that, but to me, it made it mean that much more.

Without another word, he lined up his cock to my entrance. I shifted in frustration, my body needing him inside me, now.

His face tensed as he pushed past my walls. With every inch he gave, he paused for a moment for me to adjust. As badly as I wanted to close my eyes to focus on the way he stretched me, I kept my attention strictly on Rhodes, taking in how devastatingly handsome he truly was.

“I can take it,” I whispered, urging him to fill me all the way.

He took his time despite my encouragement. I moaned his slow pace, sending my head spinning. The head of his cock was so deep inside me. I wasn’t used to feeling this full.

Pleasure felt different while pregnant, everything was heightened.

Rhodes’s eyes closed as he picked up speed but I continued to watch him shove into me less controlled. The concentration he needed to keep himself together was clear by the pinched brows. Sounds of satisfied grunts filled the air mixed with my own high pitched moans.

He angled himself up, rubbing against the exact spot I needed. This time, I couldn’t help it when my eyes closed. The control I once had was nonexistent.

“Rhodes!” I screamed, my voice breaking at the end of his name. This is what I needed. This is exactly what I’d been craving since that night in the shower.

Rhodes took my leg and hoisted it onto his shoulder, driving in my heat deeper. He felt so good.

“Come for me, Honey,” Rhodes begged. “Come on my cock.”

My vision blurred, and time slowed as I did exactly what Rhodes asked. I came, my climax taking charge.

My walls squeezed his cock as the pleasure consumed me.

“I’m not done with you yet. If I stay like this any longer, I’m going to bust sooner than I’d like,” he purred, hovering over me. “Ride me, Honey. Have your moment in control.” That turned me on more than the sight of his glistening cock as he pulled out of me. I smiled wickedly, ready to make him regret ever giving me the chance.

Placing my hand on his chest, I pushed him off me. He sat down and obeyed, spreading his legs slightly like a king on his throne.

He looked divine, his hard length slick and ready to welcome me as I took a seat on my throne.

I angled my entrance right above him. He held his cock steady for me as I sank down, filling myself from tip to base again, but this time, it was smoother because I was used to his size.

The new angle felt euphoric. My movements were limited, but I was able to rock, causing his tip to hit the perfect spot which was enough to cause that stinging feeling to build at the base of my spine.

Rhodes’ hands grabbed my hip and he lifted me up, thrusting his hips, pounding into my slick core.

“I thought I was in control?” I quipped, flipping my hair to one side and latching onto his exposed neck to stifle a moan. I sucked and nibbled my way to his ear, dragging my tongue to taste his now slick skin.

“You are; I thought I’d lend a hand. I know how much you love the help,” he panted, dripping with sarcasm.

Placing both hands on his shoulders, I used him as support to show him just how much I didn’t need his help. I was done fucking around, I’d make this man crumble.

Frantically, I rode him to oblivion. I screamed, and he groaned. I huffed, he sighed. Our bodies slammed together, creating a symphony of erotic noises.

“Keep doing that,” Rhodes begged. He wasn’t going to last much longer and that fueled my ego.

Fucking the best I could, I threw my head back and didn’t let up.

“You fill me so well, Rhodes.” I rocked harder, the friction on my clit spiking my blood pressure. “I’m so fucking full of your cock.”

His hand came to my throat, holding with enough pressure to make my head spin. I’d never been choked before but the way it added to the pleasure, I’d be exploring that more later.

“Eyes on me,” he groaned, the hand from my neck grabbing my chin as he forced it down. “I want you to watch as I fill you.”

I looked down at where our bodies were joined, my hips fluid as I moved against him.

On an exhale Rhodes grunted one last time before he came, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment. I didn’t stop right away, dragging out the last bit of pleasure I could.

It felt dirty knowing he was raw inside me, that he would be dripping down my leg. It was a good kind of dirty, that kind that made me want to do it again and again.

“Was I a good boy?” Rhodes teased, a devilish glint shimmering in his eyes.

“On your best behavior,” I replied, placing a long gentle kiss on his mouth, my tongue darting out to run along his bottom lip. “Give me a breather, and I’ll be ready for round two.” Rhodes laughed against me, which pinched my heart.

“Woah,” He replied, placing his hands under my ass and standing to lift me off his cock. “I’m going to need a full cup of coffee and a meal before we do that again.”

He carried me to the kitchen while I placed soft kisses on his neck. I’m glad I didn’t have to walk because my legs were as wobbly as a newborn calf.

Rhodes placed me down on the island and stood between my legs, caging me in his arms. He looked down at my pussy. His fingers dipped down and shoved the come dripping out back inside of me.

“What do you say about me cooking us breakfast? My requirement is that you sit your pretty ass right here, naked, so I can enjoy the view?”

I bit my lip and nodded. How could I object to that?

Rhodes kissed my cheek and turned away. Now, I was the one with a view. His pretty ass was all I needed.

“Can we have french toast?”

“Is that what you and baby girl want?”

I nodded in agreement with a soft smile on my face, one he couldn’t see.

I liked hearing him say, baby girl . Warmth bubbled and radiated from within. My heart was a little more open every moment I spent with Rhodes. As foreign as being vulnerable felt, I could get used to this as long as I knew he was the cause.