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My thighs trembled with the strain of holding back. When he groaned against me, the sound vibrated through me and settled in my balls. Fuck, it felt so goddamn good. So did knowing that he was enjoying this. That he enjoyed how I lay there, blindfolded and shaking, as I took whatever he was willing to give me.

His tongue pushed deeper inside me, and I instinctively clenched around him. A little broken whimper that I couldn’t stop escaped me. My heart lodged in my throat as I waited for him to stop. Instead, his hand slid beneath me, his fingers wrapping around my dick. I was throbbing so hard that just the touch of him threatened to undo me. He stroked me once in time with the push of his tongue, and my body locked up. The sheer restraint not to move had me holding my breath, like one gasp of air would undo me, and I’d come right there.

“Not yet,” Rhodes murmured as he pulled away. I took the lack of contact as a chance to breathe—to pull in as much air as I could to calm the rampant chaos inside me. The bed shifted while he praised me. “Look at you listening so well.”

I heard him move around the room and knew he was grabbing the packet of lube he always kept on hand, just in case.

“Spread your legs for me, little wolf,” he ordered when he rejoined me. I shoved my knees apart and adjusted my hips. The position was obscene, putting me on display just how he liked. The cool air hit my wet skin, and I shivered at the sensation.

His fingers dragged through the mess he’d made with his tongue and spread lube over my hole, circling once. Twice. On the third pass, he pressed his finger inside me. My body gave way almost immediately. It was almost as if my body recognized him and what he could do to me.

He pushed deeper, his finger sliding in until he was completely inside me. I felt the stretch and burn as he meticulously took his time. He held there for only a moment, letting me adjust, while I focused on not coming from just that alone—from just his finger inside me, from the knowledge of what was coming next. Rhodes pulled out slowly and pushed two back in. My fists tightened in the sheets. I felt pressure and fullness deep inside me. It made my dick throb and my heart stutter in my chest.

“Look at how well you take it,” he said, his voice rough as his fingers worked in and out of me in a steady rhythm, fucking me open on his hand. The lube made everything slick and hot, and its wet sound filled the silent room. He curled his fingers on the next thrust, searching, and when he found my prostate, I bucked against the mattress with a sound I couldn’t control. His other hand instantly cracked across my ass with a hot, painful sting that almost made me come. His fingers stilled, buried inside me, as he continued, “I taught you better control than that.”

“I’m sorry,” I gasped out.

“Show me,” he replied. “Show me how sorry you are by holding still and staying silent.”

He pulled out and thrust in, deliberately curling against that spot all over again. My nerves misfired in a cascade of sparks through my body, and it took every ounce of willpower I had and then some to not move.

“Good boy,” he murmured and withdrew his fingers. I felt the absence of him deeply as my body clenched at nothing.

“Please,” I whispered pathetically, losing the ability to say nothing. “Please, Rhodes.”

“Please… what? Use your words, Theo.”

“Please, fuck me.” I listened to the way he moved around behind me, and the anticipation of him alone was torture. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”

“Push up on your knees,” Rhodes ordered. I did quickly as his hands found my hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance—just the tip in the barest promise of what I wanted. What I so desperately needed. “Let me hear you beg for my cock, little wolf.”

“Please,” I shamelessly begged, the words falling out of me like a pathetic confession of what I wanted. “Please, fuck me.”

“I’m not convinced.”

“Please,” I whined. “Please, fuck me. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me—”

He thrust once, and the stretch was blinding. I felt every inch of him splitting me open and filling me as he pushed against the little resistance my body offered until his hips were pressed flush against my ass. I grabbed a fistful of the sheets and shoved them in my mouth to keep from crying out. My balls drew up tight, threatening to explode as I clung to every ounce of strength I had to hold my raging orgasm back.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good around my cock,” Rhodes whispered. The admission made my heart lodge in my throat. That was new. That was something he’d never said before. He didn’t make personal statements like that.

I didn’t have time to think about it as he pulled out, the slow drag of him almost as torturous as the quick thrust that followed. The world tilted on its axis as I gave in to every little sensation surging through my body. The snap of his hips, the bruise of his hold, the galloping of my own heart.

He set a slow, deep rhythm that forced the air out of my lungs with every stroke. I felt every ridge of him dragging against my walls. The slap of his hips against my ass sent me rocking forward until he pushed me down on the bed. His fingers threaded through my hair, and he wrenched my head back. I gasped as his teeth dragged over my ear.

“How close are you, little wolf?” he demanded roughly, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine.

“So close… I need to…” I didn’t have the words to describe how badly I needed to come. Every thrust had my body rocking against the sheets, and the friction on my trapped dick had me spiraling. I was right there, clawing to keep from falling over the edge, and I was losing the fight. “Please.”

“Not yet,” Rhodes said. “You come when I say you can come. Not before.”

His pace quickened, full of a hunger that tested me. Every thrust pushed deeper inside me, and the angle had the crown of his cock batting against that spot. I saw white as I squeezed my eyes shut. My knuckles ached from how tightly I gripped the sheets. Even still, I wasn’t sure I could hold on much longer. My dick was painfully throbbing, screaming for release.

He slowed, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in with an excruciating slowness that let me feel every thick inch of him. My whole body shook with the effort of not coming.

“Rhodes,” I whimpered. “I can’t…”

“You can.” He said the words with more confidence than I had in my control. “Remember how good it’ll feel.”