My grip tightens around him, earning another throaty groan as Rhodes's eyes are squeezed shut. His bulge is straining against the thin flimsy material, and I'm tempted to take them off, but I'm nervous at the same time. I lean my head forward into the crook of his neck and begin to kiss and graze my teeth against his hot skin. His hips buck up beneath my hand as a string of curse words falls from his lips.
"Fuck, I'm close," Rhodes groans as his hands leave mine, landing on my waist and bringing me close towards him. I'm not exactly sure what he means by that, but it doesn't sound like he wants me to stop, so I keep going.
I look up at him and take in the new features of his face up close. There is a collection of larger freckles dotted underneath his chin and his neck that I have never noticed before. His lips are plump and swollen; they curl to form my name as I take my thumb and rub it over his tip slowly. He brings his head back down and buries it in my neck, moaning against my skin, sending the vibration through my body.
I tighten my grip ever so gently on him before I feel his leg begin to twitch. Before I know it, a warm heat is released into the boxers as Rhodes releases a string of heavy moans in my ear. The sound makes me feel incredibly powerful. I never thought that this would be a position that I would find myself in. This man makes me feel so sexy, so desired; of all the people in the world that he could have right now, he's with me. And not only is he with me, but he also takes care of me with no expectation of anything in return.
"Well, fuck, you sure you've never done that before?" Rhodes's breath is heavy as he speaks after a few moments of complete silence. I peer up at him and shake my head to confirm that this was my first time. He seems quite pleased with that response. He's about to open his mouth and say more when the large black phone resting on the bedside table begins to ring. Rhodes scoffs annoyingly as he rolls over to pick up the phone; thank God it hadn't rung a few minutes earlier, that would have definitely killed the mood.
"What... okay, send them up," he hangs up the phone and rolls back over to face me. His hair is lightly tousled in such an unkempt way; it looks almost too fluffy.
"The hair and makeup people are here. I'll get them set up downstairs; you can take a shower," he climbs quickly out of the bed and picks up his jeans, sliding them up his legs. I'm tempted to try and coax him back into bed, telling him that we can skip this whole charity thing and just spend the night together. But then I remember him talking to me during the week about this event. He was so excited about it; it's such a wonderful cause that he really believes in, and I know he wants to go and show his support; perhaps I can convince him to let me stay the night here afterwards. Maybe he's right, I may have become insatiable.
"You can wear one of the robes on the back of the door. Get a wriggle on," Rhodes gives me a cheeky wink as he picks up his T-shirt from the other side of the bed and slides it over his head while he walks to the door.