Chapter 141

• My back is pressed up against the hard tile as one of Rhodes's hands reaches up and turns a tap, soaking us both in mildly cold water. I'm about to squeal and complain about how cold it is and how I'm still dressed; but then Rhodes's lips make their way to the patch of skin just below my ear and I lose all sense entirely. My hands are hungry, reaching down to slide his boxers down his legs. His hands are already making quick work of my minimal clothing, tossing both my drenched T-shirt and flimsy panties into a pile at the corner of the shower.
• "Fuck you look incredible" Rhodes groans, leaning back for a moment as he holds me upright still. The water cascades down over me as I dig my nails into his shoulders, his hips grinding into mine slow and teasing. I think I must look like a drowned rat, but not in his eyes.
• Rhodes props my body up against the wall as he adjusts his grip before sliding into me slowly. I don't know if I'll ever quite get used to the fullness, but something deep inside of me knows that it will always feel incredible. The rhythm starts off slow, Rhodes rocking his hips against mine in deliberately slow and deep thrusts. But soon, the need for him to be closer and deeper overtakes as I claw at his back and shoulders, begging him to go faster. He obliges, burying his face in my shoulder as the rhythm picks up. The tiles of the shower scratch my back ever so slightly, but I barely feel it, my other senses seemingly numbed and unimportant at this point in time.