In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes (The Queen’s Cove Series Book 3)
In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes: Chapter 43

“FUCK, YES,” he murmured, dragging another line with his tongue. My knees shook and my mouth fell open. “You are so fucking good, honey.”

I moaned.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

His voice was warm liquid, running over me and pooling on me, sinking into my skin. He pushed his tongue against my clit, flat and wet and warm, and my hips lifted off the blanket. His arm locked over me to hold me down and I made a frustrated noise of anguish.

“What’s that?” His tone teased. “Didn’t catch that.”

He sucked my clit and my hips lifted again, pushing against his forearm. My back arched hard and I gripped the blanket on either side of me, biting my lip.

“Use your words, honey.”

“Fuck.”

He laughed. “That one works, too.” He traced the tip of his tongue around my clit, not touching it, working me into a frenzy. His other hand moved from my hips to one breast, rolling the nipple and pulling another gasp from me. Every time his tongue got close to my clit, he backed away. I groaned again and shamelessly pushed my hips toward his mouth but he pulled back with a taunting look in his eyes.

“Am I going to have to tie you down?”

My core throbbed. I didn’t mind the idea. Not one bit. I swallowed. “You’d do it if I asked.”

His eyes lit me on fire. “I’d do anything you asked,” he bit out. “Anything.”

His gaze dropped to between my legs and the taunting expression returned. The corner of his mouth lifted. “Come on,” he whispered.

We were the only people on earth in that moment. The way he looked at me, pleading and encouraging and hungry, it crackled in my brain. I pressed my lips closed tight.

“Say it.”

My chest rose and fell. My pussy ached, dripping wet. I could feel the wince on my face from how bad I wanted him to make me come.

“I need to come,” I moaned.

The fire raged in his eyes. “How. How do you want to come.” He didn’t ask, he stated.

“I need you to make me come with your mouth. Fast. Hard. Now.”

“There we go.” His head dropped and his mouth returned to my clit. No hesitation this time. He sucked, licked, worked my clit with his tongue and lips. There was a straight line from where his mouth worked to the base of my spine, squeezing. My blood boiled. I was saying something but I wasn’t sure what.

Holden. I was saying Holden, over and over again. My hands were in his hair, tugging groans out of his throat. He tapped the outside of my thigh and they snapped around his head like magnets. He groaned and buried his mouth deeper in me. His tongue worked inside me, on my clit, around my entrance, through my folds, everywhere. My thoughts fell all over each other, tangled and tripping and heaving.

He sucked my clit harder and I made a strangled noise. Heat pooled low in my belly. “Holden.”

“Mhm.”

His finger worked inside me. “Fuck. You’re so tight around my finger. So goddamn wet, honey.” He added a second finger and I whimpered at the delicious stretch of my muscles around him. He located the spot—the spot—and massaged it.

I bucked and my vision blurred.

“Let go for me.”

I jerked a nod, gasping for air, pulling his hair, and the next time he sucked my clit, I fell.

“Coming,” I gasped. “Holden, you’re making me come.”

I shook under his mouth, seeing stars and saying his name over and over, along with yes and oh my god and holy and just like that. My limbs pulled tight and I froze as waves of pleasure rolled through me. Holden rode it out with me, fingers working deep inside me while I squeezed him, his other hand covering my breast.

I floated back onto the blanket, chest heaving for air and staring at the sheet above us. I never imagined that activity could feel that good.

But from the way Holden’s cock was leaking pre-cum, and the way his gaze devoured me, it was clear. He liked it. A proud, smug grin pulled at his mouth. His hand skimmed my calf in calming strokes as I caught my breath and stared back at him.

I shivered at the way he was looking at me. His cock pulsed against his stomach.

“You want to go upstairs?” His eyes searched mine.

My heart tripped.

Upstairs was real. That was where Holden slept every night. It was different. I couldn’t explain it. Here in this blanket fort, though? This was limbo, between all that serious stuff upstairs and whatever we were.

We weren’t friends with benefits anymore. We were way, way more, but if I thought about leaving Holden behind in a few months, I’d start crying.

I was staying at his house. The reality hit me like a ton of bricks.

The second we left this blanket fort, everything would change. The thought was heavy, weighing on my chest. This was easy. I could do this, under the sheets and blankets.

Pinned by his gaze, I shook my head slow.

He lowered himself over me so his mouth was inches from mine. “You lured me into this blanket fort so you could fuck me in here?”

A laugh burst out of me. “That wasn’t my intention.”

His eyes warmed. “I’m yours to do whatever you want with.”

I’m yours. The words melted in my heart and trickled into my bloodstream before I shook them away.

He leaned down to kiss me. The warmth of his mouth invited me to forget all the little worrying thoughts in my brain. Just brushed them right aside with every glide of his tongue over mine. While our lips were connected, he reached over my shoulder and fumbled around for his pants. There was a rustle and a slap of leather as his wallet flopped open and he slipped the condom out. He ripped the wrapper and nipped my bottom lip at the same time.

When he rolled the condom on, his eyes met mine. He settled in between my legs and pulled one leg up. His cock pushed at my entrance and he leaned down to press a kiss to the inside of my knee again, eyes on me the whole time.

“I forget what happens next.” His low voice made my core clench in anticipation. “Why don’t you remind me?” A cheeky smile played at his mouth.

I squirmed beneath him, trying to meet his hips but he held me down again. I huffed in frustration. “Now, you fuck me like we’ve both been thinking about since last weekend.”

He fed his cock into me and we both moaned. My body stretched in the best way around him and my back arched again.

“Holy hell,” I murmured.

His fingers dug into my hips. I could hear him breathing, long and slow. His jaw was tense. He didn’t move, just dropped his head back and let out an anguished noise.

“Holy fuck, Sadie.”

I squeezed my muscles around him and his biceps and pecs flexed.

“Holden.” I was breathless, wound up and tense, but my voice teased.

“Just a minute, honey.” He breathed through his nose like he was in pain, head still fell back before he lifted it and looked down at me, throat working.

He pulled out an inch and pushed back in and my eyes fell closed at the fullness. When I opened them, his gaze was possessive as he hovered over me, studying me as he slowly thrust in and out. The friction was intoxicating. It wound me tight again, making my toes curl and my back arch. Perspiration beaded on his forehead and his jaw ticked.

“You feel like heaven,” he gritted. “So tight and wet and incredible.”

I moaned as he thrust a bit harder, bottoming out in me. A tremor rolled through my body and his eyes lit up. The hunger in his eyes ratcheted up and he slowed the rhythm of his hips. My hands came to his chest.

Heat squeezed again, rippling through me like a wave, and Holden’s glazed expression turned devilish. He slowed down more and dragged his fingers over the tight bud of nerves.

I jerked and moaned and his eyes lit me on fire.

“Faster, Holden.”

“No.” More circles on my clit, firm and slow, dragging my wetness over me with delicious friction.

“If you keep slowing down, I’m going to—” My words broke off as his fingers worked.

His jaw clenched and the muscles in his neck corded. “I know. I want you to,” he gritted out.

The slow pace at which he fucked me was excruciating. The relentless stretch and pull scattered my thoughts. Heat squeezed tight and my core muscles rippled.

“I thought you liked it when I told you what to do.” My voice was high and strained.

“I like making you come more.” He glared down at me, brow furrowed and focused. “I like it more than anything.”

“Holden,” I repeated, uselessly.

“Sadie.”

It was the sweet way he said my name coupled with the vicious, possessive look in his eyes that made me lose it. The second one raced through me, making me buck, twist, and squirm while he fucked me hard, working my clit. He groaned as he shuttled his hips, falling forward, and I gasped into his tight shoulder.

“Fuck, Sadie,” he rasped as my body gripped his cock. “Can’t hold off.”

I nodded hard with a whimper. “Come with me,” I moaned, pressing my teeth against his shoulder as the last of my orgasm wrung me out.

His arms slipped around me and he buried his face in my neck, finding a fast, hard rhythm with his hips. He groaned, pulling me tight, and his whole body tensed as he swelled even more. One of my hands threaded back into his hair and the other scraped my nails down his back.

“Sadie,” he gasped into my hair, heaving for air before he crushed me with his weight.

His weight on me was incredible. We caught our breaths and my heart raced in my ears.

He heaved in a breath before pulling out and rolling off me. His gaze traced my skin, lingering on my eyes. He looked drained, like I ripped his soul out. “Fuck, baby. What are you doing to me?”

I let out a breathy laugh. “Bossing you around.”

He huffed a laugh and leaned over to give me a quick kiss before ducking out to deal with the condom.

I laid there, catching my breath, listening to my heart pound in my ears. Holden had made me come harder than I ever had in my life. He called me honey and kissed the inside of my knees. He came to check on me when he was worried about me, and now I was staying in his home.

He made a blanket fort with me, even though it was silly and childish.

When he called me honey, I melted for him.

If I went back to Toronto, I’d miss him. Six months with him suddenly seemed way too short.

And when it was over? I’d pass him off to someone else so he could cherish her forever?

Absolutely fucking not.

These thoughts ricocheted around in my head as I blinked at the thin gray stripes on the sheet.

I didn’t have a clue what to do next.

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