Chapter 16
Rhonan
Testing Out the New Showerhead
I barely recognize myself as I stand in front of the mirror in my bathroom, freshly showered, teeth brushed, dressed in gray sweats and a white T-shirt. My heart is thrumming against my sternum as I run a hand through my hair and then reach for my deodorant.
I’m about to sneak out—of my own damn house—to go next door and fuck my neighbor. I didn’t even do stuff like this when I was a teenager. Who the fuck even am I right now?
And more importantly, what the hell is this woman doing to me?
Vienna.
As soon as I kissed her the other night, I knew there was no turning back. My body took the reins, and now, I feel like an addict chasing his next hit.
I can barely go five minutes without her crossing my mind, and talking with her tonight only fed this new addiction of mine. I have to taste her again, but I also have so many other ideas of ways to show her how crazy she makes me that I’m afraid the list will have no end.
But am I ready for more than whatever we’re doing right now?
I wish I could land on the answer to that question. Instead, I’m letting my body fuel my decisions.
Satisfied with how I look and how much time has passed since Ellis and Joanne both went to sleep, I carefully open my bedroom door and softly step down the hallway, leaving my house as quietly as I possibly can.
I dart my gaze from side to side as I cross my yard, as if someone might be watching me and alert the entire neighborhood.
When I reach Vienna’s house and knock on the door, she answers it in nothing but a towel. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming,” she says, holding the door open, then closing and locking it behind me.
“I was waiting to make sure that Ellis and Joanne were asleep.” My eyes dip down her body and then back up. “Were you about to get in the shower?”
“I was.”
Even though I just took one myself, an idea comes to mind. Reaching behind me, I rip off my shirt and toss it to the side. “Well, how about I join you?”
She licks her lips and drops her towel, baring herself to me—her gorgeous breasts, her hips I can’t wait to grab onto again, and that pussy that is making my mouth water at the thought of tasting it again. “As long as you dirty me up before you wash me clean.”
I crash my mouth over hers, pulling her into my body and walking her backwards down the hall as our lips and tongues tangle. Reaching between us, I find her slit and stroke my finger through it, finding her ready for me. “You’re already soaked.”
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Fuck. Knowing you were thinking about me is making my cock even harder.”
When we enter her room, I take her by the hand and lead her into the bathroom, turning the shower on to warm up the water, then lift her by her hips and set her on the counter. “Spread those legs for me, sweetheart.”
Vienna tracks my movements as I kick off my shoes and shove my sweats and briefs down my legs, pushing them to the side before dropping to my knees right in front of her. I drag my finger through her slit again, rubbing my thumb over her clit and lean forward, sucking it between my lips.
Her moan makes my dick twitch. “Rhonan…”
“Say my name again, Vienna.”
She buries her hand in my hair. “Don’t stop, Rhonan.”
Time feels like it stands still as nothing but the sound of Vienna’s moans and the water running fills my ears.
God, I was a fucking fool to think I could stay away from this woman. One time with her would never have been enough for me.
And since I haven’t felt that way with anyone else since Sarah, I think it’s time I start listening to my gut.
I slide two fingers inside of her, stroking her softly as my tongue flicks her clit, building her up slowly, teasing her as the sting of her pulling on my hair grows.
She looks down at me between her legs, mouth parted and breath ragged, and when our eyes lock, I feel her clench around me.
“Rhonan…fuck, I’m coming!”
Her screams drown out everything else, echoing off the walls, but I know without a doubt, I need to hear her scream for me like that again.
Lifting her from the counter, I carry her over to the shower and place her gently on the ground as the water rains over us. I push her hair from her face and then her eyes open, peering up at me with such awe that it makes my fucking heart twist in my chest.
“God, you’re really good at that.”
I drag my nose up the column of her throat. “You are so fucking sexy when you come.”
She reaches down between us and begins stroking my cock. “Now it’s your turn.”
Dropping to her knees, she pushes her hair back from her face and licks her lips, bringing the tip of my cock to her mouth before swirling her tongue around it. “I want to taste you.”
“Jesus, Vienna.” I lift her chin with two of my fingers.
“You look so fucking good on your knees.” She takes my length in her mouth as far as she can go, gagging as she releases me and repeats the move.
“Fuck, just like that, baby.” Over and over, she sucks me in hard, swirling her tongue around my tip and then pulling me back out.
“You keep doing that, and I’m gonna come down your throat. ”
“Yes, Rhonan,” she murmurs just loud enough for me to hear her over the water, taking me back in her mouth while pumping my length at the same time.
Jesus Christ. My mind is about to explode watching this woman worship my cock. It’s making me realize why sex is so good with her—trust and yearning.
She trusts me and we both want each other so badly that being with her brings new meaning to the word desperation.
“Touch your clit while you suck me off,” I say, wanting to watch her fall apart as she makes me lose my ever-loving mind.
She reaches between her legs and her fingers begin to dance over her clit as I cup her jaw, stroking her with my thumb as she continues to bob up and down.
“That’s a good fucking girl. Now swallow my cock and take every last drop of my cum. ”
Vienna’s mouth grows hotter and wetter around me, her suction growing tighter as her hand moves in between her thighs and I feel that familiar tingle at the base of my spine.
After a few more moments, I feel that first spurt of cum leave my body and I groan, my sounds now echoing off the shower walls as Vienna hums around my cock and swallows every last drop.
When she releases me from her mouth, her chest is heaving. I stare down at her and notice that she’s still rubbing her clit. “Fuck, did you come?”
“I was close, but I wanted you to finish.”
I lift her from the floor and cup her jaw again.
“Your pleasure always comes before mine. Do you understand me?” Her eyes widen as she nods.
“Good. Now turn around, prop your foot on the ledge, and let me finish you off.” Reaching behind me, I grab the removable showerhead from the wall and position it right between her legs.
I slide my other hand down her backside until I find her entrance, and slowly push my fingers inside of her, moving the showerhead against her clit and pumping my fingers at the same time.
Her hands fly to the wall in front of her. “Oh God, Rhonan. More…”
I pump harder and flick the switch on the side of the showerhead, making the stream more intense. “Is that what you need?”
“Yes.” She leans her head back against my shoulder and I fuck her with my fingers while letting the showerhead do its work.
Her legs start to shake, and then her moan is long and drawn out as she comes all over my hand.
“Fuck…yes…” I pump my fingers harder until her body goes slack, dropping the showerhead to catch her so she doesn’t fall.
“Oh my God.”
I kiss her right beneath her ear. “Fuck, Vienna…” Glancing to the side, I find her shampoo. “Time to clean you up.”
“I can do it…”
I press a finger to her lips. “Let me.”
And so she does. I clean us both up, holding my lips together so I can’t let out all of the thoughts swirling around in my mind until I can make sense of them—because if there’s one thing I’m acutely aware of now, it’s that this woman makes me think and want things I haven’t in years.
But until I can firmly decide what that means, these uncertainties need to be kept to myself.
***
By the time we get out of the shower, it’s way past ten o’clock, so we say a quick goodbye and I retreat back to my house.
I just didn’t expect to run into Joanne in the kitchen when I returned.
“Wh—what are you doing up?” I ask her breathlessly.
She lifts her glass of water to her lips, a smug smile resting there. “Funny. I could ask you the same thing.”
“I—I just went for a walk.”
Glancing to the clock on the microwave, she directs her gaze back to me and says, “At almost eleven o’clock at night?”
“I…couldn’t sleep.”
“You also can’t lie for shit,” she fires back, setting her glass on the counter and then crossing her arms over her chest. “Rhonan, I’m not a fool.”
Sighing, I push a hand through my hair and move to the kitchen, taking a seat at one of the barstools on the other side of the counter. “Fuck, Joanne.”
“You were at Vienna’s, weren’t you?”
“Would you judge me if I said yes?”
Her face instantly softens. “Rhonan, if you think I would judge you for living your life, then you must not know me as well as I hoped you did.”
“You’re right…I’m just…”
“Up in your head?” I nod. She rolls her eyes. “What else is new?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, but I can’t stay away from her.”
“That’s not necessarily a problem.” She clears her throat and arches a brow. “Is it just physical?”
I don’t even have to think about the answer to that question. “No, especially since it didn’t start out that way.”
“And what does that mean?”
I briefly catch my nanny up on how Vienna and I initially met. She fights to hide her smile. “Well, I’m proud of you for putting yourself out there. Obviously, there’s something between the two of you if you keep going back to her.”