It hits me that he’s just as wrecked as I am. Just as undone by the closeness to my body. Just as desperate and barely holding it together, like this stupid scrap of silk is the only thing keeping both of us from snapping and giving in to the chemistry we’ve always had.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. It wouldn’t take much for him to just slip his fingers between my legs and find my swollen clit, give it the attention that I desperately want and make me come.
I’m not sure how I got myself in this position, Cain stretching my thong against my swollen core while he holds up my skirt, preventing it from falling to the floor, but I feel like I’m going to combust if I don’t get some relief soon.
“Thank you,” I whisper, casting a glance over my shoulder to catch his eye.
He won’t meet my gaze, his eyes are focused on my butt and what’s been exposed, and I wonder what he’s thinking. It looks like he’s considering ripping the silk right off my body like those romance novels do. I wonder if it’d hurt if he does it.
“Mhm, sure,” he responds, still gripping the thong and tugging it tightly again. Another pull against my clit and I can feel my nipples pebble in my white uniform shirt, aching for his touch.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. This ass…” His voice drops and a deep groan rolls through his chest.
I’m panting, my head dropped to my chest now, just needing a little more pressure. He tugs on the fabric again, dragging it over my clit deliciously.
His free hand moves to my ass, squeezing the smooth skin there. “The things I want to do to you…” he punctuates it with another teasing tug of the fabric across my clit.
I manage to squeak out a, “Like what?”
His fingers move lower, brushing through my crack and down to my pussy. He pulls the fabric of my underwear to the side before taking one long finger and sliding it against my slit.
It’s not enough. I need him inside me. I need his fingers on my clit. Fuck that feels so good.My knees shake when he does it again.
“You want me to touch you here?” He presses on my clit gently.
“So fucking badly.”
“What do you want, Rhiannon?” he hums and uses that same finger to brush over my opening again. Not going where I want him to stay.
“To come.”
“And why should I help you with that?”
He brushes a finger again and I moan. “Please don’t tease me, Cain. I need this.”
He chuckles. “I don’t get you.”
“I don’t get you either.”
“You’re a red flag.”
That pisses me off. “Well, what do you think you are?”
He chuckles. “I know I’m the worst kind of red flag.”
Then he parts my pussy and slides a finger from back to front, ending with a pinch of my clit.
Heat sparks through my body and I couldn’t stop the sounds that come out of me if I tried. It only takes a single touch from Cain and my whole body is on fire for him.
“Fuck, I love how loud you get,” he says, rewarding me with another pass over my clit, this time gentler. “I like that I don’t have to guess what you need.”
“More,” I moan out as he slides two fingers deep inside my pussy, while a third plays with my clit.
“You could come just like this, couldn’t you? Your body is so fucking responsive. Dry humping fully clothed, fingers alone, it doesn’t matter. I love that I can make you come so easily.”
I want to tell him that’s not normal. That I’ve been a sex therapist for years, worked with hundreds of couples, and am quite experienced myself, and none of this is normal for me. But feeding Cain’s ego when I have no idea what he really wants, is not on the agenda for today.
I rock back into his hand, riding it shamelessly as he finger fucks me harder. My wetness is loud in the still bathroom and his groans mixed with my moans are enough to have me coming in seconds on his digits. My pussy squeezes his hand, and I slump forward, all while he continues to praise and work me through it.
