“I love that you know that.” I laugh, sucking in a big lungful of air now that the dress is loose. The dress falls to my feet, and I turn around to face Rhodes. “It doesn’t matter if it’s in style if I can’t breathe in it.”
His keen blue eyes travel down my body. “Is this new?” He fingers the strap of my white lacy bra.
He’s barely brushing my skin, but it’s enough to make me shiver and swallow thickly. I want to be patient with Rhodes, but I’m so ready for more from my sweet beta. I nod, unable to form words.
He holds eye contact as his finger trails the edge of my bra down my cleavage.
My heart pounds, breath stuttering. “Rhodes… I…”
He smiles and steps back, looking me over with something more than appreciation. “I like it.”
“You’re supposed to be helping me pick something to wear.” I try for a reprimanding tone, but fail. If Rhodes told me he wanted me right now, I’d be on my knees in a heartbeat, and I think he knows it.
He smirks, then plops back on the bed with his ankles crossed and his hands behind his head. “Show me what you've got.”
The next thirty minutes pass in a slow tease of anticipation. I try on outfit after outfit while Rhodes watches. He doesn’t say much beyond the occasional tidbit about fashion or the history of silk or how polyester is made. But I can feel through the bond when he particularly likes something, and I use that to guide me.
Even after I’ve decided what to wear, I keep trying things on, loving the attention from my shy beta. It’s not often that we get alone time like this.
As I’m shimmying out of a floor-length skirt, my phone buzzes with a text.
“Can you see who that is?” I ask, pulling another dress over my head and tugging it down. This one is probably too short for the event, but I like the way it shows off my legs.
Rhodes looks me over with a heated gaze before picking up my phone and reading the text. “Sadie’s asking if she can bring her trainer tonight.”
Weird. I thought she hated the guy. Still in my underwear, I take the phone from Rhodes. There’s also a message apologizing for not answering and telling me to wear the red dress, which is what I was planning on after feeling Rhodes’ reaction to it. I quickly type out an answer, letting her know it’s fine for her to bring a guest.
Still on the bed, Rhodes drags his hands up my legs and over my hips. “I’ve been thinking… could we, maybe… would you want…”
I bend over and put a finger over his lips, stopping his nervous half-questions. “Do you want to fuck me, Rhodes?”
He closes his eyes and inhales before letting it slowlyout, then sits up on the side of the bed, pulling me between his spread legs. “I really do.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I kiss him, slow and sweet.
“It’s just… I’ve never…” He nervously twists the skirt of my dress between his fingers. “I mean, Vann has, but I’ve never.”
I think back to the times we’ve all done things and realize what he’s saying. “You always bottom.”
He nods, bringing his nose to rest on the lace covering my mound. Of all my men, I think he loves the taste of me the most, but he’s never been inside me. I didn’t feel like we were missing anything without it, but now that he’s offering, I suddenly want that more than anything.
I push him back so he’s reclining on the bed again, then slide my panties off. The way he flicks his tongue over his lips makes me smile.
I climb onto the bed and straddle his knees.
“Oh fuck, you want to ride me?”
In answer, I ease his athletic shorts down his legs. His cock isn’t fully hard when I take it in hand, but swells quickly under my gentle strokes.
“Is this okay?” I ask, eager to please him.
“A little harder, Rave. You’re not gonna break me.” He playfully bucks his hips into my hand. “I like it rough.”
“Oh, do you?” I add a little twist at the end of the next firm upward jerk, then lift on my knees, shuffling forward to position his tip at my entrance. He stares at the area between my legs, entranced as I slowly lower myself onto him, lips parting and spreading around his length. He’s not as big as my alphas, but he’s perfect. All mine.
“Fuck, you’re so warm and wet. Feels so good, Rave baby.”
He’s never called me that before, and my pussy flutters loving his praise and the intimacy of an endearment from Rhodes. He’s not usually the type to give out nicknames or pet names. I preen, arching my back to push my breasts forward as I slowly sink another inch, holding myself back, wanting to savor this.
