RHYS

"Did I do something wrong? I didn't even start yet." Lydia looks confused, and possibly disappointed. She's disappointed about being denied encouragement to give me a blow job? Fuck my fucking life. She doesn't stand as I've told her, instead she sits back on her heels and looks up at me, a twinge of hurt in her eyes.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong." I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. Jesus. She's so fucking eager. Eager to please me, and I don't deserve it. I don't deserve her. Even if I did pay for her to be here, pay for her to please me.

"Are you worried I'm going to be bad at it? Because in my mind I'm pretty good at it, but I can't confirm that if I can't try. Plus I want to. I want to try. I want to know what it would feel like to do that for you."

"I'll let you try. Just not tonight."

"Okay, when?"

"Wednesday," I toss out because I've lost my goddamned mind. I don't even know where Wednesday came from, but Lydia is still on her knees in front of me and I don't want to quell her natural enthusiasm for sex and it's not like I don't want the blow job. Of course I want it. Fuck.

She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth and then smiles, nodding once as if Wednesday was a reasonable answer to when she can suck my cock. Her palms are flat on her thighs, on top of the cute pajama bottoms she's wearing. Her hair is pulled off her face in a pony tail and I can make out her nipples beneath the tank top and this all seems so normal. So fucking normal having her here, as if she's always been here, as if she was always meant to be here.

I hit the remote, turning off the television, and stand, holding out my hand to pull her up from the floor. She slips her hand into mine and rises up on her knees before moving one foot out from beneath her to stand. When she's up I tug her closer and kiss her. A tiny squeal gets lost in her throat as she clearly wasn't expecting the kiss. Then she leans into me and wraps her arms around my neck to draw me closer. Her nipples are pressed against my chest, her lips softly pliant underneath mine, and her fingers are tugging at the short strands of hair on the back of my neck and this—this is making me rock-hard.

I move my hands to the back of her thighs and lift until she wraps her legs around my waist. It gives me a weird sense of peace as I walk through the living room turning off the lights with Lydia hanging onto me, a fucked-up security in knowing she'll be here all night, knowing she'll still be here in the morning. Why doesn't it feel suffocating? It should, shouldn't it? Yet Lydia's physically hanging on me and I like it. I like having her here. I like the company. I like her and her taco-themed t-shirts and her love of cheap fast food and her weird shopping habits and her glee for watching someone she doesn't even know pick out a house in a city she's never set foot in.

I want to know everything I don't know about her yet. All of it.

I just need to get to the bottom of her involvement with Vince. Whatever it is I can fix it. She's twenty-two fucking years old and thinks thrift-store shopping is fun, how much debt can she possibly be in? Canon's promised me a report by tomorrow. I'll start there.

"We're doing the sex now, right?" She's been kissing the side of my neck as I walked. Rubbing her pelvis against me with her signature dry-hump move. I like that too. I know I shouldn't. I know her eagerness is due to a lack of experience and that lack of experience is somewhat due to her age, and somewhat due to her complete cluelessness about men, but I fucking love that about her. She's not jaded yet. She doesn't know shit about seduction. She blushes when I so much as look at her and she tells me way too much. Like right now. Right now when she bounces in my arms and pulls back just far enough to look me in the eye to ask if we're doing the sex. The doubt from earlier is gone, replaced with bright enthusiasm.

I've had a lot of sex and I'm certain that not one single woman has ever asked me if we're about to do the sex.

"The kissing and your hand on my ass and this progression towards the bedroom means we're going to have sex, right? You're passing on the blow job because you've got time for real sex?" When I don't answer her immediately her eyes widen and then she blinks and says in a much softer voice that might be meant for her, "Please say yes."

"Yes, we're doing the sex, Lydia."

"Yay!"

No one's ever said that to me before either. I've heard every gratuitous compliment in the book while fucking, but never yay. And Jesus help me, I think that's the same yay she reserves for the iced coffee at Del Taco so I know it's genuine.

"Tell me something, Lydia."

"Okay." She tilts her head to the side, all wide eyes and eager anticipation.

"Tell me how you graduated from college still a virgin."

"The thing about that, Rhys," she begins but pauses as if searching for the right words.

"What's the thing?"

"I know this might come as a surprise, so prepare yourself. The thing is I was a bit of a nerd in high school."

"You don't say." I keep a straight face.

"Yeah." She nods. "It's true. And it sorta spilled over into college. I wanted to have sex, I really did. But I wanted to really feel it. Feel the connection. Feel like ripping my clothes off, but I never did. Making out was kinda fun but in an 'I'm good, you can leave your pants on' kind of way.”

"So you decided selling it was the route to go?" I ask, confused.

She glances away and bites her bottom lip, a small frown marring her forehead. "The thing about that is, I was turning into a spinster." She glances back at me as if to see what my reaction is.

"A spinster. A twenty-two-year-old spinster?"

"Yup. Can we talk about this later?"

I drop her at the foot of my bed and remove her tank top in one motion. I untie the satin ribbon bow that's holding her pajama bottoms around her waist and remove those from her as well. Then I drop to my knees and lift one of her legs over my shoulder.

"How come you get to do the oral and I have to wait until Wednesday to do the oral?"

"Because I'm in charge and I say so."

"Hmm, I do like you being in charge. Your confidence makes me feel confident. And wanted. And also I just sorta get off on following directions."

Her breathing has increased while she speaks and her chest is flush. She's got small tits. They're real and perfect and I like watching them rise and fall on her chest from this angle. I like watching her head fall back when I suck her clit between my lips and I fucking love the feel of her fingers gripping my shoulders so she doesn't fall over and the way she's tilting her hips to get closer to my mouth.

I grip her ass cheeks with my hands to steady her and slide the tip of my finger over the strip of skin from her pussy to her ass. That gets her attention. Her head falls forward with a small 'oh' coming from her mouth as I circle her asshole with the tip of my finger. She tenses then relaxes when I suck harder on her clit. The heel of her foot digs into my back and she rises up on the ball of her one foot when I circle again.

She's fucking perfect.

I remove her foot from my shoulder and push her back onto the bed so I can spread her legs farther apart. I like unrestricted access while I'm working, though this is more of a hobby than a job.

"Tell me what you like," I instruct as I run my hands up and down the insides of her thighs. I place a kiss on her stomach, just below her belly button, and palm her calves as I position her knees where I want them.

"All yesses so far," she breathes out on a happy sigh and I laugh.

"I meant very specifically, good girl, since you don't have any comparison."

I spread her apart with my thumbs and trail my tongue between her folds while keeping an eye on her. She's got one hand on her stomach and the other gripping the duvet over her head. Her tits are rising and falling on her chest and her head is turned to the side facing the windows, but her eyes are scrunched closed.

Fuck, she's so pretty here. Wet and pink and slick and I'm fucking into it. I could look at her and taste her all night.

I run my tongue over her from bottom to top, lightly. Then again with more force.

"Which did you prefer?"

"Oh." Her eyes blink open and she squirms. "I don't know. I liked it both ways."

I do it again. And once more before she arches her foot and tells me she liked the lighter sweep best.

Then I wrap my mouth over her clit and suck. Softly first. Then again with more suction. She likes the rougher suction here.

I lick and suck and nip and include fingers into the mix, all the while asking her to verbalize which she likes best. I have a pretty good idea of exactly what she likes based on the rise of her chest and the arch of her feet. The way the fingers lying on her stomach tense and relax and how the muscles on her thighs flex and her legs fall open or tighten around my shoulders.

But I like hearing it from her.

"What if I don't like this the same way every time though?" she asks after she's come twice. Her thighs are wet from herself and she's a bit breathless as I've just made her tell me exactly how much pressure she likes from my fingers stroking that perfect spot inside her. "What if I'm teaching you bad habits based on what I'm liking right this second?"

God help me, she's too much.

"I'm much better at adapting than negotiating," I respond. I manage to do it without breaking a smile.

"Oh. Okay." She nods and blows out a breath.

I stand and yank my shirt off with one hand to the back of my neck and a tug. Then I drop my pants and pull Lydia to a standing position before lying back on the bed myself.

"Straddle me," I tell her, fisting my cock with one hand. I'm so fucking hard I feel like I could blow right now. I thumb the pre-cum off my tip and use it to jack myself. Lydia's eyes flare at the instruction and then she's clambering up the bed and tossing one leg over mine, placing her hand on my chest for balance and resting her weight on my thighs with her bottom.

She takes over for me, sliding her hand up and down the length of me, her eyes darting back and forth between my cock and my face, her tongue peeking out between her lips in concentration.

"I still don't get how this fits inside of me," she says, eyes wide as she lifts on her knees a bit to guide me to her entrance.

"It fit nicely last night," I remind her and she blushes.

"My body must produce some kind of magic lubrication to make this possible." She brushes the head of me against her entrance and I hiss at the heat and wetness and it takes a considerable amount of restraint not to take over and slam up into her. Instead I rub my hands along the tops of her thighs, encouraging her as she notches me inside.

So fucking tight. She might be right about the magic.

She manages to sink an inch or so onto me, but her face is tense and her pussy is tenser. She lifts up and sinks back down, blowing out a breath while I tell her to relax. I touch her everywhere. I stroke her thighs, run my hands up her sides, cup her tits and thumb her nipples all while she exhales and repeats the inch or two descent before rising back up on her knees to stop gravity from doing its job.

"I can't, Rhys. I can't do it like this yet. I'm sorry." She lets go of my cock and swings her leg over and off of me, dropping to her ass on the mattress beside me. "I'm sorry," she repeats and I frown because what the fuck? Hearing ‘I'm sorry’ coming out of her mouth is the last thing I want right now.

"You're too big and it's too tight that way. I'm not very good at this. It's too soon, I have to work up to doing it like that. It works better for me if you're doing it. Did you pay Vince already? You should ask for a refund or a reduced rate or something since I cannot do it all the ways you want to do it. I'm sorry. Can we do it a different way where you're the doer? Like doggie style maybe? Then you'd be in charge and I'm better at this when you're in charge and on top." She's waving her hands around as she talks and I grab one and pull her down on top of me.

"Lydia." I pause until I know I've got her attention.

"What?"

"I don't want you to be sorry."

"Okay," she agrees but she drops her eyes and her shoulders are still tense.

"We don't have to do a position that makes you uncomfortable. Ever."

"Okay."

"Though I promise you, riding me like a filthy cowgirl is a position you'll enjoy very much when you work up a little confidence."

"Hmm, maybe." She shrugs but she's drawing circles on my chest with her fingertip and peeking at me beneath her lashes, a blush again coloring her skin.

"And until then there are many, many more configurations we can try."

That works.

"How many?" Her interest is piqued and she's wiggled closer. Her eyes are shining at me in that way that makes me feel like I'm the center of the fucking universe.

"So many. But we're going to skip doggie style for now, as lovely as an offer as it was, and as much as I'd like you on your hands and knees while I yank on your hair and pound into you from behind."

"Oh." She pouts, making no effort to hide her expression, her brow furrowed and her lips turned down. "Why can't we do that right now? I like the sound of that."

"Because I can't see your face that way. And I want to see your face while I'm fucking you."

"Ohhh, okay." She draws out the word ‘oh.’ "I like your face too." Her lips curve into an impish smile. "I like seeing your face all the time though. I'm especially looking forward to seeing your face on Wednesday."

"You," I tell her, then roll us over so she's beneath me, "are quite the minx for such a good girl." I kiss her until she's relaxed and digging a heel into my ass trying to pull me closer. I kneel on the bed and bend her knees up to her chest, keeping her knees and calves together and placing both of her ankles on my left shoulder. Then I sink into her. God, she feels good. I watch her eyes widen and her lips form a tiny o. She blinks rapidly then smiles.

"Oh, wow. I had no idea." She shakes her head against the pillow and grips my forearms with her hands. "I always assumed my legs needed to be spread open in order to have sex. The more you know, huh?" She scrunches her eyes shut and shakes her head again. "What a dumb thing to say."

I move one of her ankles so I can kiss the sole of her foot and flex my hips until I'm so deep inside of her my vision goes hazy for a moment. Fucking ecstasy, every inch of me embraced by her. Slick and warm and tight.

"It's not dumb." Her ignorance is a fucking turn-on and I know I'm a bastard for feeling that way, but fuck it. She's twenty-two, not sixteen, and I'm enjoying the hell out of being the one to introduce her to sex. To watch her squirm and blush. To answer her questions and broaden her horizons. She's so convinced I have some mysterious fetish but I think my fetish is her. Teaching her.

"Well, I am a fairly clever problem-solver," she says with a grin that looks like a secret. Then she tucks her knees tighter to her chest, changing the penetration, and her eyes widen.

"How does this feel?" I ask. "Are you okay?" She's nodding before I'm done asking.

"Good. This is good. More of this, please." She squeezes me and everything gets impossibly tighter and hotter and she's so fucking slick and responsive and perfect as I slide in and out of her. Long slick strokes in and out. She's perfect. Too perfect for me, but I put that out of my mind because I've got enough to fucking think about right now and my only priority at the moment is hearing ‘Rhys, Rhys, Rhys’ fall from her lips.

That's how she says it when she comes. Every time. 'Oh, oh, oh' followed by 'Rhys, Rhys, Rhys.'

"I want you closer," she says now, her arms reaching for my neck. She drops her knees and spreads her thighs so my hips fit between. Then she pulls me to her, chest to chest. Her perfect little tits are pressed into my chest, our stomachs are pressed flesh to flesh and I hold her head in my hands and kiss her.

"You're nice," she whispers but that can't be right. I'm not nice. I'm paying her for fuck’s sake. She's just doing her job. A job she can't possibly need and is either terrible at or great at depending on your viewpoint. I add that to the pile of shit to think about later because Lydia is running her hands over my ass and flexing her hips beneath me so I focus on not improving that average sex time she's so obsessed with and ensuring she's going to feel this all day tomorrow.

After we've gotten to the ‘Rhys, Rhys, Rhys’ I tell myself I should grab my laptop and send one last email to the London office so I'll have a response by the time I wake up, but Lydia's ass is pressed against my side and her hair is splayed out on my pillow so fuck it. Just fuck it. I'll send the email in the morning.