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He licked from the base of my balls to my crown, making sure I felt every inch of drag against my skin. He circled the head of my dick through the mesh and lapped at the wet spot. When he latched on and sucked, I let out a strangled sound.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Rhodes whispered.

“Please,” I begged. He paused, and for a heartbeat, I was almost positive he would stop altogether. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me in that way he did when he was contemplating something—something that always ended up being something I deeply enjoyed.

“Spread your legs wider,” he said as he reached off the bed and grabbed lube from the drawer. I quickly widened the space between my knees. His one hand found the curve of my knee and pushed my legs apart further. The position was obscene, opening me up wide for him to see. The fabric of my briefs rode up, and his thumb found my hole through the fabric. He pressed and circled slowly, the mesh rough against my sensitive rim. I moaned at the new sensation. “Don’t move, little wolf.”

“Like I’m going anywhere,” I retorted before I could think better of it. Quickly, he cupped my balls and gave them a sharp squeeze, making me arch off the bed.

“Watch yourself, Theo,” Rhodes warned. He made no attempt to soothe the pain as he slicked two fingers with lube. He hooked a finger in the fabric and pulled it aside. The cool air hit my hole, and I clenched around nothing.

He circled my rim with a slick fingertip, teased it, and pushed it in to the second knuckle. The stretch and burn of it had my hips tilting to give him better access as my body opened for him like it had been waiting for this. He pushed in a second finger, working both of them deep. The fullness made my breath catch, and my eyes rolled back.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Let me feel you open up for me.”

His fingers fucked me slow, a steady push and pull inside me. They curled with every inward stroke, searching for that spot I almost dreaded him finding. When he found it, my whole body seized, and my cock jumped against the mesh with a fresh wave of precum.

“There it is.” He pressed again on my prostate, and I struggled to hold in the loud groan that tried to escape me. With every stroke, he kept talking, but his voice was fuzzy in my ears as I was lost in the hazy pleasure taking over me. “You like me right there… holding you on the edge.”

His mouth dropped back to my dick through the mesh while his fingers kept working and curling against my prostate over and over. I was torn between the two sensations—the wet, hot scrape of fabric against my aching crown and the pressure building inside me as he fucked me on his fingers. I was shaking, the belt straining around my wrists, as incoherent sounds spilled out of me that I had no hope of stopping.

“Please, please, please… Rhodes,” I begged.

“Not yet,” Rhodes said. His fingers pressed harder against my prostate, and my hips bucked off the bed. “You’re going to hold it for me like the good boy I know you are.”

“I can’t.” I shook my head.

“You can.” His mouth latched over the head of my cock, and he sucked once, pulling a sob out of me. “You’re going to be my good boy, and you’re not going to come until I’m buried inside this desperate ass of yours, do you understand?”

“Yes,’ I managed to say.

“Good.” His fingers slid out, dragging against that spot one last time, and I damn near felt their absence in my soul. My muscles clenched around nothing, and I whimpered.

The bottle clicked once more. My heart rate kicked up as I listened to him slicking his cock with lube. The mattress shifted, and he peeled the mesh aside with one hand. His crown pressed against my hole just enough for me to feel it—to tease me.

“Look at me,” Rhodes ordered. My gaze met his, and I found only hunger there. “You’re going to hold on just a little longer while I fuck you, and when I tell you, you’re going to come in these pretty little briefs for me. I want them soaked and ruined, and I want to feel you clench around me when you do.”

“Yes.” I nodded rapidly. I wanted that. I wanted that so goddamn bad. “I want that, please.”

“Good, then beg for it.”

“Please.” My voice fractured on the word as he pressed a little harder against me. “Please fuck me, Rhodes. I need you inside me. I need to feel you—”

Rhodes thrust into me, not stopping until his hips were flush with my ass. The stretch was blinding, and I arched off the bed with a loud gasp.

“Fuck,” he growled. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, the world tilting off its axis as I felt every inch of him. “Fucking hell, Theo. You’re so goddamn tight.”

He set a steady rhythm of slow, deep strokes that hit my prostate with each thrust. Leaning forward, he braced on one hand beside my head. The position tilted my hips in a way that had me seeing stars. His hand found my dick through the mesh and wrapped around it. I bucked into his grip, meeting his thrust desperately, as the simple touch threatened to shatter my control.

“That’s it, little wolf,” Rhodes murmured, his voice tight. “You’re going to hold it right there for me.”

I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t breathe. His cock was buried deep while his hand stroked me in time with his thrusts. I was so strung out that I was seeing double.

He fucked me harder, his slow rhythm building, and his hips snapped against my ass. My body lurched with every thrust as the pressure built in my balls. Heat coiled around the base of my spine.

“Close,” I managed to say. “I’m close—”

“Hold it.” His voice was ragged, his control fraying at the edges. “Hold it for me. Show me how good you are at holding it.”