In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes (The Queen’s Cove Series Book 3)
In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes: Chapter 34

I WATCHED his every move as he slid his pants and boxers off. His torso was a grid of hard lines outlining his pecs, every ab and oblique.

Dude was jacked.

My gaze dropped to his cock, fully erect, and he motioned for me to move forward before he slipped in behind me in the bath, lowering himself with his legs on either side of me.

“Lean back, honey,” he murmured in my ear, pulling me against his chest.

I relaxed into him with a hum. His stiff length pressed into my lower back and the apex between my legs ached. The bathtub was a little cramped with both of us, but his big arms folded over my stomach and he gave me a light squeeze. I let out a long breath.

“This is nice.” My voice was just above a whisper.

“Mhm.” The sound rumbled through his chest.

My hands glided along his thighs, thumbs digging into the muscles. “You’re tight here.”

“Yesterday was leg day.”

I pressed, pushing the tension out and behind me, he took a deep breath and released it.

I smiled at the intimacy of it. “I like you relaxed like this.”

His hands smoothed over me in soft touches. “I’m always relaxed with you.” His thumb brushed the underside of one of my breasts and my breath caught before his hands came to my biceps, rubbing light strokes.

“Even when I’m seasick and losing my lunch on a boat?”

His low chuckle made me smile. “I was worried about you.”

I gave his thighs a quick squeeze. “You worry about everyone else but yourself.”

He didn’t say anything but pressed a kiss to my shoulder. His erection pulsed against me and I bit my lip. My nipples pinched tight.

“What are we going to do about that?” I murmured.

“Right now, you’re going to let me make you feel good.” His teeth scored my shoulder and my breath caught again. His hands slipped across my skin to my breasts and his fingers found the stiff peaks. My head fell back against his shoulder as his fingers worked and heat pooled at my center. His teeth scored my earlobe and I whimpered, squirming. I squeezed his thighs.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, honey.” His voice in my ear send sparks down my spine and my eyes closed halfway. “So fucking pretty. When we’re together, I can’t look away.” He reached up and gave my ponytail a gentle tug and I felt it all the way down to between my legs. A whimper slipped out of my mouth. “Thought about wrapping this cute little ponytail around my fist so many times.”

Under the water, my clit throbbed, desperate for attention. I could hear myself breathing, trying to get enough air as he touched my sensitive nipples. His hand dropped to my belly button and he gave it a little tap. My chest shook with laughter.

“That tickles,” I whispered.

“You didn’t mind when I had my mouth on it.” He grinned, pressing kisses down my neck. I bit my lip as his stubble scraped my skin. God, I loved that sensation. “I jerked off so many times thinking about that.”

His warm hands covered my breasts and I squirmed with pleasure. Sweat dripped down my forehead and somehow I was more comfortable than ever and wound tight at the same time. His hand skated down my stomach, past my belly button, to just above where I wanted it.

“Let’s get out of the bath so I can touch you,” I murmured.

“Later.” His hands rested on my thighs, dragging higher until he reached the crease of my thigh, where he switched direction.

“Now.” I squirmed again. Arousal swirled low in my belly and even if we weren’t in the bath, I’d be soaking wet.

“Do you know what I said when I made myself come last night?” One hand returned to my chest and with the other, he ran his fingers closer and closer to my center. Up my inner thigh, down the other. Down my stomach, up the side of my rib cage.

“What?” I breathed.

“I said Sadie. I said it over and over again, every time I came. I thought I could fuck my fist and get you out of my head but I couldn’t.”

“Holden,” I gasped, as his hand almost touched me but moved away at the last second. “Please.”

His mouth was against my temple. “You’re the boss, remember?”

I shivered. “Touch me,” I whispered.

“And then what?”

“Make me come,” I bit out, and gasped as his hand stroked my heat. Desire wound me so tight my back arched, but his hand across my chest locked me down. “Baby,” I gasped as he slipped his fingers up and down with no rush. “Make me come with your cock.”

“Not yet.”

I groaned in frustration. We still hadn’t had sex and I was desperate to know what the thick length pressing up against me felt like. I wanted to see him come apart while inside me. I was desperate to experience the full force of him as he lost control with me.

“Holden,” I moaned, gripping his thighs. My nails dug in as he swirled my clit. Pressure built in my stomach, but it was different from when I used my vibrator. It was slower, more intense and heavier, like it would knock me over. I heaved for air. Desire clouded my head and my hips bucked to get more friction with him but he pulled his fingers back.

“Are you trying to kill me?” My head fell back against him.

He chucked and his teeth scored my neck. Goddamnit, even that felt good. “No, honey, I’m not trying to kill you. You know how to get there.”

I pressed my mouth together to hold in the groan of frustration.

“Come on.” His voice was low and teasing. “Boss me around. Tell me what to do.”

“Fuck me with your fingers,” I whispered. “Make me come.”

One of his hands squeezed my thigh and pulled my leg over his while the other delved into me. I moaned as his fingers curled into me and found a spot I had only suspected existed.

“There we go,” he murmured as I arched against him.

He massaged the bundle of nerves inside me and slipped another finger in. I clenched my eyes closed, still gripping his thighs. The heel of his hand rubbed my clit while he worked his fingers in and out of me. My blood coursed with pleasure.

“How am I doing?”

“Good,” I moaned as he wound my spring tighter.

He fucked me with his fingers and the wave rose inside me. My gasps echoed around the bathroom and my blood boiled hot as the pressure between my legs intensified.

“How can I please you?” he whispered in my ear. My head swam and I couldn’t think as his hand worked inside me. “I need you to lose your mind for me, baby.”

“Harder,” I gritted out. “Faster.”

He doubled the pressure, the speed, the intensity, and I watched his arm flexing.

“Fuck, I love watching you come. Even more than I expected.”

His words tipped me over the edge and stars burst behind my eyes. The pleasure crested in waves, rolling through me as I spasmed around his fingers, clenching and gripping.

“I can feel you coming,” he groaned.

I moaned something incoherent through the last pulses of my orgasm before I collapsed against him. Holden’s arms wrapped around me and tucked me into his chest and I melted.

He kissed my shoulder. “You’re so beautiful when you come, Sadie. It’s my favorite thing to watch.”

My hand covered one of his arms while I caught my breath. Every muscle in my body eased as I floated back down to earth. I shifted and felt the stiff length of his own arousal against my lower back.

“Let’s get out of the tub,” I said softly, turning to meet his gaze.

His gaze burned hot. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded and he pressed a slow, mind-numbing kiss to my jaw before he raised himself up. I pulled the plug to drain the water and stood. His gaze followed the water droplets trickling down my body and I pulsed again for him.

How? I was a one-and-done kind of lady, but with Holden, nothing was what I had originally thought. His throat worked as he stared at me. My skin prickled under his study.

“Baby?” I asked.

His gaze lifted to mine, heavy and distracted. His cheeks flushed. His cock twitched against his stomach, and a bead of liquid appeared at the tip. “Hmm?”

“Can you pass me a towel?”

He reached for one of the fluffy white towels and wrapped it around me before his hands rubbed over the fabric to dry me off. My heart squeezed with the affectionate moment. Two months ago, I never would have expected Holden Rhodes to make me orgasm in the bath and then dry me off like a spoiled little queen after.

I stepped out and into his arms. He kissed me hard and I sighed into him. His hands framed my jaw and he tilted me to open me up more.

My hands came to his stomach and I walked him backwards, out of the bathroom. His tongue explored my mouth, tasting me and sucking light, thought-scattering pressure.

The back of his knees hit the bed and I pushed him to sitting while I pulled the towel off. His eyes dropped to my breasts and his hands followed. I bit my lip as he pinched and pulled, watching my face.

“Stop distracting me,” I told him, and he gave me a slow, sly smile that made my stomach flip over. I pushed his shoulders back. “Lay down.”

He fell back, eyes on me and chest rising and falling fast. I kneeled between his knees and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock.

Holden’s cock was gorgeous. Thick, long, and so satisfying to hold like this. His hands came behind his head, elbows wide, as he watched me study it. I leaned forward to lick a long line from base to tip. His eyes closed and he let out a long groan.

“Sadie,” he gritted out.

I smiled at him before running my tongue down the other side. His length pulsed beneath my tongue. I dragged it back up and swirled over the tip and his breath caught. When I took him deep between my lips and applied suction, his hips bucked.

His abs rippled. “I’m not going to last long.”

I worked up and down his length, watching his pained expression and meeting his fascinated gaze as I bobbed.

Holden had been so sweet to me today, and now I was going to toy with him. I kept the suction, pressure, and speed light until the tenth stroke, where I hollowed out my cheeks in an attempt to suck his soul out through his cock.

He groaned.

I returned to light, slow, and minimum pressure and he sunk back into the bed, breathing hard. The guy was twice my size and I had complete control over him. I liked being in charge with him.

I liked it a lot.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with your mouth on my cock,” he breathed. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Not yet.” I squeezed his base and gave him two hollowed-out strokes. His hips bucked. “Baby, keep your hips still for me.”

He made a noise of disbelief, eyes clenched closed tight. His thighs tensed. “What are you doing to me?”

He groaned as I alternated soft and strong strokes with my mouth. His hands settled on the back of my head.

“Don’t you dare rush me,” I told him. “Why don’t you put your hands out at your side?”

He rested his arms out, fingers splayed and twitched as my mouth worked. One hand stroked him with my mouth and the other teased his sac, massaging and tugging. I played with him until he dripped pre-cum, breathing hard, and his moans held a desperate, frantic edge.

“I can’t hold off,” he gasped, lifting his head and meeting my gaze.

Pleasure curled inside me. “Not yet. I’m not done.”

He groaned and his head fell back. His cock pulsed between my lips and I slowed down to torture him more. An unearthly, pained noise scraped out of his throat and at his sides, his hands flexed.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and his eyes clouded with lust. “Fuck, Sadie. I need to come. I’m so close. Please, honey.”

“Yeah?” My voice was soft and teasing before I sucked on the tip of his cock.

He jerked a nod, wincing.

“Alright.” I nodded, smiling at him. “You can come, baby.”

“Can I touch you?” he gasped.

I nodded. “Mhm.”

He found my ponytail, wrapped it around one fist, and shuttled his hips fast into my mouth with his other hand on the side of my head. He watched as he fucked my mouth with rapture in his gaze. Thrills of power and arousal crackled through my body as we locked eyes.

I’d remember his look of awe until my dying day.

He whimpered, tensed, before hot, salty liquid shot to the back of my throat. “Fuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned.

When he was done, he leaned forward and pulled me to his chest, kissing me hard.

“Holy fucking hell, Sadie.” A sheen of sweat covered his forehead as he caught his breath. His head fell back on the bed and he stared at the ceiling with glazed eyes.

I grinned and nipped his bottom lip. He let out a light whimper and I laughed.

“I would say I finally got you back for spraying me with the hose,” I murmured into the crook of my neck, “but dude, you just pressure-washed the back of my throat.”

His chest shook with laughter. “I’ve never come that hard in my life.”

A proud, pleased grin stretched across my face. “Really?”

He sighed into my hair, arms locked around me. “Really. Jesus Christ.”

I breathed him in and pressed a kiss to his skin. His chest rose and fell against me and I relaxed under the weight of his arms.

His eyes closed and I studied his face, so handsome with his strong nose, sharp jaw, and thick eyelashes.

I remembered our deal, and guilt twanged through me. I shouldn’t have been laying there in his arms, gazing at him like some lovesick fool. I should have been out there, finding someone for him, forcing him to go on more dates. Hanging out with Holden was so fun though, even when we weren’t doing the sexy stuff.

I pushed the guilt aside and tucked myself further into his chest.

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