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Amelia---Pressure Valve

“I’m a confident man, baby. You tell me you want to bring a toy into our bed, I’m down. If it means I get to watch you shatter, while those beautiful grey eyes explode with bliss, then who am I to deny you? There isn’t anything wrong with using what you like to my advantage.”

Rhodes grins, his shoulder leaning against the door frame.

“But what I won’t allow is you stopping simply because I’m watching. No, no, Amelia. If I want you to come, you’ll do so. And there is nothing more I want right now than to see that happen.”

My hips grind down, chasing the vibrator as I climb toward my peak.

“Look at you, so desperate.” I lock eyes with him as he watches me from across the room. “Tell me, do you wish it were my fingers you were rocking against? Do you crave my tongue, pushing you higher as you sit on my face, drowning me?”

A growl breaks loose, frustration building as I can’t bring myself over that crest. Fuck .

“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Are you empty, baby? Is that perfect cunt of yours begging to be filled as you push that perfect clit against me?”

Rhodes is still leaning at the door, one hand rubbing his jaw and the other grinding along his hardened length. His eyes are dark, hooded and the gravel in his voice is heavy.

“Please,” I whisper, aching for something, anything. I need to come.

“Turn over, let me see what’s mine.” The command is clear and his tone is full of expectation. “That’s it, keep those legs nice and wide,” he murmurs as my body obeys without a second thought. “Run your toy along your wet pussy. Nice and slow. Ah, ah,” Rhodes tsks, “slower. There you go.”

I close my eyes, every fiber of my being is now his. I am his. My breathing quickens as I hear his footfalls coming closer, stopping right at my side.

“Eyes, kochanie .” They snap open, finding him looming above, his body close enough to touch as his calloused fingers leave goosebumps in their wake. “Keep going, Amelia. I didn’t tell you to stop.”

The ghosting touch slides further down my body until he reaches the valley of my hip. I arch into the sensation, moans falling at his teasing. His smirk widens, creating that dimple I’ve grown to adore. He continues his gentle caress of everywhere except where he knows I want him—where I need him. My hips widen, the toy between them drenched, as I feel my clit pulse against it. A firm hand holds mine there, unrelenting as my head shakes from one side to the other, the feelings overwhelming me. I will die from the feeling.

“Do you want more, Amelia?” His hand moves from mine, clear expectation in his eyes. “Do not let that toy drop, do you understand, kochanie ?” His hand moves further down as my pelvis bucks at the touch. “If it does, I will strap it to you.”

“Yes, Rhodes.”

“So needy, aren’t you. Such a needy, dirty girl.”

“Please. I’m aching. I am so empty.”

One finger thrusts up into me, the pad of it finding that perfect spot immediately. He knows my body better than I know it myself. I push into his hand, sensations of both my vibrator and Rhodes wrapping me in pleasure. I’m so close.

“Do you need more in this pussy?” A second finger, stretching me as they travel along my inner walls until reaching that spot, again.

“Ro. Please. Please. It feels so good.”

I feel my eyes start to drift closed, my tongue darting out to run along my bottom lip before I bite the flesh.

“Eyes, kochanie .”

He removes his fingers, taking my hand off the vibrator. I hear it click three times. The sound now fills the room, louder than the beating drum in my heart. Rhodes places it back on my swollen clit, and it is all I can do not to fall over that cliff.

“Is that better?” He tsks, before shoving three of his large fingers inside my pussy and the stretch burns in the best possible way. I am beyond full and my hands roam my body, paying attention to the underside of my breasts before plucking my nipples, rolling them in mirrored motions to my hips. My breaths are labored, my soul needing to fall into oblivion.

“There you go. Such a good, good girl. My filthy kochanie , needing to come while stuffed fucking full.”

I’m overwhelmed, my whimpers and moans falling repeatedly, and I fight the urge to close my eyes in pleasure.

I find him, the gleam in his eyes telling me he’s proud of me, and I could soar.

“Come.”

I fall. ????I let go of every doubt, of every safehold I’ve created for myself. What is left of the walls Rhodes has plowed through are blown to dust as I shatter, and I revel in this feeling. I don’t have to be anything other than his at this moment. There is no pressure to answer demands or to dictate what happens. I don’t have to stress, or coordinate, or be Amelia Conte, The Fox.

????I fall.

I know that he will catch me, he will guide me home. I am safe here, with him.

The cresting of waves coursing through me are unending, a perpetual crashing that brings me to oblivion. ????I tip into the stars, shattering into a supernova. I am fluid and starlight, all I can do is focus on what is happening right now.

On his voice.

The way his hands know my body.

The way he brings me higher and higher, still.

“Atta girl, kochanie .”

I hear it, the whispers of him reaching my ears, and all I can do is simply smile. I allow myself to float before slowly coming back to reality. Stretching my legs out, I feel the fabric of our clothing on the floor.

“Did I really just do that?” I ask, feeling the heat creep along my cheeks.

He chuckles, pulling me close. “You did. It was glorious.” A kiss falls onto my temple. “I thought you were packing.”

“I was, but then I got all horny, so I decided to take care of it. I didn’t think you’d walk in, Ro.”

I wasn’t planning on him seeing me use my vibrator. How does he always know? I lay with Rhodes a bit before sitting up, and begin to fold the clothing, so I can actually pack. “I bet I have several messages when we return to cell service.” I sigh, the heaviness I haven’t felt while being here settling back into my bones.

Since Rhodes took out Medina, things have been fine, almost normal even. I think my anxiety stems from Duncan being in charge and not being able to text him. It isn’t that I don’t trust him. He’s just been…off. I can’t put my finger on it, but I also trust Parker, so, as long as she says things are fine, then that’s what they are.

I hear Rhodes rustling around, packing the things near him, the feeling of being content makes me smile. Here we are, doing the most mundane of things, and I have so much love for it. Zipping up my luggage, I lean against it to stand. I spin around, looking for my clothes, only to find a smirking Rhodes holding them.

“Give me a kiss, pretty girl.” I shake my head, internally giggling at his antics. I stand on my tiptoes, kissing Rhodes softly at first and then deepening it. He hands me my leggings and sweater before grabbing my leather jacket, helping me into it.

I gather Lennon, double check I haven’t left anything and head to the front door where Rhodes is waiting.

“Ready?”

“Let’s go home.”