Tilly #3
"You've got mascara down your face, your nose is red, and you've been crying into my shirt for twenty minutes."
"Way to make a girl feel desirable." I pull myself up and sit on the bathroom counter.
His mouth twitches, but it doesn't turn into a smile. "You are desirable." His thumb catches under my chin. “Shower with me?”
I nod. Rhodes reaches into the shower and turns the water on, then tests it with his hand. For several seconds, we let the silence sit.
Steam starts gathering against the glass, softening the edges of the room. Then he comes back to me. His hand comes up around the back of my neck, and this time when he kisses me, there is nothing careful about it.
I open for him and pull him closer until his hips hit the counter between my knees. The kiss turns rough fast, his mouth taking mine while my fingers get into his hair. All the noise in my head narrows down to this one thing I can understand.
I tug at the hem of his shirt. He breaks the kiss long enough to pull it over his head, and I get my hands on him before the fabric clears his wrists.
“Don’t stop there,” I say.
"You’re demanding as hell."
“You’ve known that forever.” I bite his bottom lip.
He laughs against my mouth, and something inside me finally gives me enough reprieve to breathe. Then he stops and stares at me.
My stomach tightens. "What?"
His thumb moves once along my waist. "You're beautiful."
"No."
His brows pull together. “No, what? You don’t know how beautiful you are, Tallulah Maybank.”
"Don’t say nice things to me right now."
“Why not?”
“Because I want rough, and not careful.”
That finally gets the smile. “I can give you rough.”
He kisses me before I can say anything else. Then he slowly unbuttons my shirt, taking off one shoulder at a time, before unclasping my bra from behind.
His hands are on me again, and I stop thinking about my father. I stop thinking about Grandbank and Wilkins and frozen permits and twenty acres of land I might not be able to save.
Rhodes slides me off the counter, pulls my shorts down, and walks me backward toward the shower. Just before we get in, he pushes his pants down and kicks them to the side.
He steps in first to check the water and pulls me with him. The first spray hits my shoulders, hot enough to make me suck in a breath. He reaches around me and adjusts it.
“That better?”
I smile and grab his hard dick. I start to move up and down his shaft. “You tell me. Is that better?”
“Much.” He kisses me again.
Water runs over both of us, flattening my hair against my shoulders and washing the last of the dried tears off my face. His hands move over me slowly at first, and I almost complain until I realize this isn't hesitation.
He kisses me until my back meets tile and the water beats against his shoulders instead of mine. I still have my hand wrapped around him, slowly pulling on it, watching him try to be productive while I give him a hand job.
“I want you inside of me,” I tell him.
“I need to get a condom.”
“No. I told you to stop being careful. I want you inside of me, now. We can pull out.”
He picks me up, keeping my back against the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He positions himself at my entrance, and I loosen my grip on his hips, sliding down onto him. He opens me, the angle different than any other position we’ve done.
The angle puts him so deep my mouth falls open. Every hard thrust catches the same place, and after everything that has been wound tight inside me all day, I don't last.
“You like it hard like that, Tallulah?”
“Yes. Oh, my God, yes. You’re so big, Rhodes. Don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop, Tallulah. I—” He stops talking and rams into me so hard I see stars. Then he pulls out and empties himself down the drain. I don’t want to be done.
His cock is still half-hard. I wrap my hand around him again and stroke him slowly, dragging my thumb over the head before sliding back down. My other hand cups his balls, and within a few strokes he is hardening in my palm.
“Ask if I want more,” I demand as he bends to kiss my neck.
His gaze drops to my mouth.
"Do you?"
"Yes."
He kisses me again. “Bend over. Hold onto the wall.”
Then he places one hand on my hip, and the other on my neck. He lines himself up and pushes into me. He isn't completely hard again yet, but when he pushes into me, I don't care.
After two pumps, he’s fully erect. I love feeling him grow as he holds me with authority and gives it all to me.
I cry out for him as he fucks me from behind. He’s not being careful with me, and that is more of a turn-on than any of this.
It’s shorter the second time, but by the time he stops, my legs aren't worth much. He holds me under the water for a while without asking me anything, then reaches for the shampoo.
I let him wash my hair. He works the soap over my shoulders and down my back. He doesn't turn it into anything else. He just takes care of me because I let him.
By the time the water starts cooling, whatever was left of my anger has burned down into something I can carry. Rhodes shuts off the shower, reaches for a towel, and wraps it around me.