10. Kyra

" H mmm," I murmur, feeling Rhodes' mouth between my legs as he eats me. I'm on my hands and knees, ass to his face, and the reason I can only hum my response is because I'm currently sucking his cock, or attempting to. Rhodes has it going on, nice and thick with length. I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

"I'm not coming in your mouth, sweetheart." His lips that were wrapped around my clit leave me, and I mewl my displeasure. Rhodes slaps a cheek of my ass. "Ride my cock. Been wanting to watch you work my cock while I play with your ass." Between rounds last night, we explored one another. I enjoy my ass being played with. I even told him there could be a chance he could take me there. Though, we're going to have to work up to that point. His cock is huge, and I've never experienced anal before.

"But I want to play," I tease, dragging the tip of my tongue lazily along his head. Rhodes slaps my ass again, this time in a different spot. "More." I arch my back, begging to feel my skin heated by the palm of his hand.

"Next time. Get on my cock, Kyra." He bites my ass, sharper than the slap, and I get my rear in gear. I go to turn around, figuring he'd want us face to face. "Nope, want your ass in full viewing pleasure."

"I think you're obsessed with my backside, Rhodes." I sit up on my knees, toss my hair over my shoulder, and look at him.

"I'm obsessed with every damn part of you. I'm letting you control the rhythm. You get tired, I'll put you on your back and take over." I'm pretty sure he just threw down a challenge.

"Is that so?" I wrap my hand around his cock, then knee-walk until my pussy is aligned with his length.

"Show me what you got, sweetheart. I'm going to enjoy the view regardless." Every position we've been in for the past twenty- four hours has been a different experience. At first, I wanted to mention his knee, but he'd look at me looking at him and shake his head, so I kept my mouth shut. I didn't question his ability, was only worried about him doing too much and putting himself in a place where he'd land his ass back in the hospital.

"You're about to get one." I sink down on his cock. The angle of penetration is heightening every sensation inside of me. "Holy fuck, you're so deep." I take a deep breath, giving myself a moment to adjust to him.

"Take your time." His hands grab my hips, fingers bracing on either side of my waist as his thumbs dig into the fleshy part of my ass. I slowly use my knees to lift myself up when I feel Rhodes spread me open. I'm overwhelmed every time he does something I've not done before. It's euphoric and freeing. There's no judgment, nothing is off-limits, and should I want to experiment on him within reason, he'd be more than willing.

Up and down I go, swiveling my hips each time, my hands on my breasts, working my nipples, head tipping back, the tendrils of my hair tickling my oversensitive skin. Rhodes' thumb slides inward, pressing against the pucker of my ass. I repeat the process of working myself up and down, feeling his cock thicken inside my pussy. There's no way I'm going to last very long. He pushes in when I least expect it, heightening the sensation rolling through me. His body locks up beneath me, and it seems I'm not the only one ready to let go.

"Rhodes," I whimper as my thighs begin to burn. There's no way I'll willingly give up and allow him to take over.

"Fuck yeah, keep working your pussy on my cock. Make me come, hellcat." I redouble my efforts, and so does he. My ass clenches around his thumb with each push and pull of our bodies working together.

"I'm right there." His hand not working my ass slides to the front of my body and zeroes in on my clit. I'm so wet I can feel it coating his hand, my legs and his. Through it all nothing fazes either of us.

"Come for me, Kyra." He pinches my clit, and lightning explodes behind my closed eyes. I somehow manage to keep working my hips through my orgasm, a task I should get a reward for because damn if I'm zapped of any and all energy.

"Sweetheart." Rhodes is right behind me, coming deep inside me like he has each time we've been together. His hand slides upward, cupping my lower belly, showing instead of telling me exactly how he feels about me not being on birth control.

"I think you about killed me." He rolls us over, our combined mess ruining the sheets.

"Yeah, same." I move until I'm facing him. Rhodes wraps his arms around me, and my mouth lands on his. Where he's once again showing me everything he doesn't need to say.