Chapter 28 – Rhiannon
I know that this is a bad idea.
I know doing this again with Cain is wrong when I haven’t given him an answer to his question. When I don’t know what we’re doing. When we continue to fall into each other’s arms like we’re meant to stay without knowing when the next time will be.
Doing this with a client, even if he made up his entire persona and lied to me about it, is probably unethical by someone’s standards.
But here I am, watching him undress and climb on top of me anyway as I nod my head eagerly, wanting to show him pointers when we both know that he doesn’t need any. When we’re together, we flow. There’s no second guessing or doubt.
The head of Cain’s thick, bare cock passes across my pussy, coating himself in my arousal.
“Open your legs wider for me.”
I drop my knees open, giving him more room, inviting him in. He presses the tip of his cock against me—just enough to breach, a teasing push that makes my breath catch. We both watch, transfixed, as he slides himself in slowly, my body still trembling and slick from my last orgasm.
He pulls out, strokes himself once with his hand gliding easily using the evidence of what he’s already done to me all down his shaft before lining up at my opening again.
This time, he drives in deeper, inch by steady inch, until he’s fully seated, our bodies flush, pelvises pressed together, breath mingling, skin to skin.
The stretch burns in the most perfect way, a sharp ache that turns into something warm and consuming, something that feels like surrender.
“Fuck, Rhiannon. So tight. So good.”
My fingers fall to his neck, holding him in place, needing him to wait while I adjust to how big he is.
“Does it hurt?”
I shake my head. “No. It feels amazing. You feel amazing.”
He groans and lowers his head to my ear, whispering, “Does this feel this good because you’re a sex therapist and we’re role playing right now, or is it something else?”
Chemistry, I want to tell him, but I hold that thought back.
Some couples have it. Some couples lose it. And others will simply never have it no matter how much they want to. It’s something that can’t be faked.
But we aren’t a couple. What’s between us right now is simply months of tension, built upon fleeting moments of intimacy. Or that’s what I tell myself.
“Give me some pointers to make this even better, though I’m not sure how that’s possible,” he says softly, panting in my ear as he pulls his hips back and then sinks into me deeper. I reach between us and lightly tug on his balls. He groans in pleasure.
“Let me be on top.”
His arms wrap around my waist, rolling us both and hoisting himself on to his back to bring me along with him until he’s back inside of me, me on top.
I arch my back, and then grind down into his pelvis, working this angle to get more traction against my clit.
“This is the best position to get really good friction for women on their clitoris since they can control the depth of penetration while still having it stimulated.”
He grabs my hips and fucks me from the bottom as I meet each of his thrusts, the sound of my ass slapping against his thick, muscular thighs surrounds the room along with our heavy panting.
“I love it when you say words like penetration and tell me what feels good. I don’t think there’s anything sexier than listening to you tell me exactly what you like,” he says his beard rubbing against my breasts before taking one of my nipples into his lips and sucking.
“I love your tits, I love your mouth, I love your pussy.” His fingers fall to where we’re connected and press into my clit.
His free hand traces a path up my thigh, skimming over my hip, my ribs, then the side of my breast before wrapping around my throat. The pressure is firm and possessive, just enough to make my pulse stutter beneath his palm.
I move against him harder, leaning into his grip, chasing the edge I can feel building, the one he’s coaxing out of me with every thrust upward.
His grip tightens, my body trembles as the pleasure starts to crest and then he stops.
“Ride my face, baby.”
I still. “What?”
His fingers dig into my hip, lifting me off his cock and moving my body upward until I’m gripping the back of his headboard, pussy hovering over his mouth.
I’ve never ridden a man’s face before, despite discussing it with my clients in detail who enjoy it or have fantasized about doing it. I know what to do from a clinical perspective, but real-life experience? Nope, don’t have any of that.
“Put your full weight on me. Smother me, Rhiannon.”
I try to relax myself down onto him as I steady my opening across his mouth. The slightest bit of his beard brushes against my slit as his tongue spikes into me with a pleasured, deep hum.
“Just like that, sweetheart.”
“Cain...” I gasp; his tongue forms a point and flicks against my clit. I rock my hips forward again, deepening my movements as I hold on tight.
“Fuck, you taste good. Stop holding back with me. Sit this pussy on me.”
I take a deep breath, toss my hair over my shoulder and grind down again, dragging my wetness all across his face the way that he’s demanding.
“Fuck, Rhiannon,” he growls, “Yeah, just like that.”
Cain devours me from below, taking, sucking, licking and thrusting into me with his fingers and tongue until I know I’m close. “I’m… I’m so close.”
He growls and lifts me until I’m back over his cock. We both watch as I drop onto him again, sighing in unison when he’s inside me, buried to the root.
“Yes,” he groans, throwing one arm behind his head, watching as I bounce on him. “I’ve been dreaming of having you in my bed just like that.”
“Just like this?” I ask teasing as I squeeze my breasts together and shake them in front of his face.
He leans forward to suck on one. “Yeah, just like that. Best tits I’ve ever seen. Fuck baby, I’m going to come just looking at you. I’m close.”
“Me too.”
I press my palms into his abs, lift again and that’s when I realize the reason this feels so damn good is because in the heat of the moment, we completely forgot to put on protection.
“Oh… oh shit!” I shout, jumping off him like he’s a snake and sliding to the edge of the bed.
“What’s wrong?” he yells sitting upright.
I point at his dick like it’s a wild animal. It’s soaked. Covered. With me or him, I’m not sure. But it’s a terrifying sight.
“You didn’t put a condom on, Cain!”
He looks down and then curses to himself before reaching for his bedside drawer to find one but it’s already too late.
The moment is ruined, and I’ve just been doused in cold water, back to the reality of my life.
One where I don’t get to be reckless and seek out personal pleasure.
Where I have to think about more than just myself.
“What are we doing?” I gasp, bending at the waist and taking a few deep breaths. “This was a mistake. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
I jump up, still completely naked and sprint out to the living room, retrieving my underwear and pulling my dress over my head so fast that by the time Cain makes it out of the bedroom he’s still naked and hard with hands up to try to stop me, condom foil still clasped between his fingers.
“Rhiannon, don’t go, please. I’m so sorry.”
I shake my head, already at the door to the elevator, slipping my shoes back on.
“This was a mistake. A reckless and stupid mistake. What about a possible pregnancy risk? What about STDS?!”
“I wasn’t thinking. I got caught up.” He runs his fingers through his messy hair. “It felt so good. I wasn’t thinking about why it felt extra good.”
“Your dick is going to fall off sleeping around without using protection!” I shout back at him.
“Now I have to go get tested.” I shake my head, furious with how careless I acted.
How careless both of us acted. You’d think we would have been more cautious by now, but this is the risk with getting too comfortable with someone.
“Rhiannon, you’re the only person that I’ve had sex with in months.
I told you that. You’re the only person I’ve ever been inside bare.
I’ve always worn condoms. You don’t have to worry about getting tested.
I got caught up in the moment you were talking about sex and pleasure, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”
“You asked me questions about what I do, and I was answering them! Don’t put this on me!” I shout back.
“I'm not. I’m sorry. This isn’t as big of a deal as you’re making it out to be. Just calm down and let’s talk for a moment before you rush out of here upset.”
I spin on my heel, my eyes blazing now. The last thing any man should ever do is tell a woman to calm down in a situation that does not require calmness.
He’s brushing this off, making it all seem so simple when it’s not. It’s much worse than he even realizes.
“Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m not on birth control and pregnancy can occur with precum! I have a family that I have to provide for, and an eighteen-year-old sister who’s looking up to me to be a motherly figure for her. I can’t risk an unplanned pregnancy with a random guy!”
He flinches slightly and for a moment I feel badly. Because Cain isn’t some random person, but that doesn’t change the fact that neither of us want to be parents right now, nor do we know what we’re doing here.
I punch the elevator door button angrily, wishing it’d hurry up.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Rhiannon… Why aren’t you on birth control? 99% of New York City women are on birth control.”
I turn quickly, glaring. “I’m not on birth control because I’m not sleeping with anyone!
I’m not having casual sex. I’m not having any sex.
I don’t have time for sex. You asked me to give this thing a chance.
But what is ‘this thing?’ What are we really doing, Cain, except being reckless? What do you want from me?”