Page 67 of Where We Call Home

“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 ofrealRhodes 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,Iwas 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 youwantmy 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.

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