Another Absolute Banger No One And I Mean No One Does Mean Sexy Rafe Better Like The Absolute Audacity

another absolute banger no one and i mean no one does mean sexy rafe better like the absolute audacity of him and the way she keeps going back for more like HANG THIS UP IN THE LOUVRE RN

cover-up (rafe cameron x reader)

parts 1 2 3

content: nsfw 18+, moments of dub-con, fem reader, oral (m receiving), degradation, boot/shoe riding, objectification

word count: 4.8k

summary: You and Rafe's arguments are becoming a pattern. This time, you vow to deal with the aftermath together.

Part of you wants to launch into a rabid attack. You’d just made the point that Rafe Cameron was a fundamentally selfish man, something that he had consistently proven across the only day you had been connected to each other in a meaningful way.

But he’s not wrong—he did nearly make you cum once. Physically, he was heaven, he was strong with a cock that almost justified his ego. Mentally, Rafe was nothing short of a fucking trip. Pushing you to fuck for your friend’s drugs, constantly chastising you for wanting the ‘boyfriend experience’. Something you’d never asked for, your only want of him being basic respect, which you didn’t think needed a display of commitment to unlock.

Though it wasn’t like you’d been perfect today. Rafe gave you several opportunities to walk away, and sometimes you did! But he came crawling back every time. You could only keep your instincts at bay for so long.

Everyone else was letting loose inside, and you’d bottled your messy feelings up, not having the time to bother with them even when you'd been alone. Would it be such a crime if you took Rafe up on his offer for that one orgasm?

“You want me to convince you to make me cum? After we’ve just had that fucking conversation about how selfish you are?”

Rafe snickers. “How selfish I am? Jesus fucking Christ.” He throws his head back. “Did I or did I not give you coke for your troubles, as bad as sleeping with me apparently was?”

“You overcharged.”

You’re almost standing on top of each other.

“What, you know the market rate of cocaine? Shit, I really shouldn’t have told you my tips and tricks then, hey.”

“You literally told me that none of my friends ever fucked for drugs.”

“You fucked for extras.”

“None of my friends ever flashed you for drugs.”

Rafe sighs. “Different circumstances, princess. Needed to trust you.”

“Like you can trust any of them more.”

“You’re a new client, princess, it's nothing personal. I was doing the smart thing.”

“You’ve never done a smart fucking thing in your life.” Your lips twitch and Rafe’s smile sits proud.

“What did you actually want me to do?” You stare into Rafe’s eyes. “Beg for the opportunity for Rafe Cameron to make me cum? Showing me off to all your stuck-up friends, bragging about how you can what, make me scream over this party’s shitty music?”

“That would be a good start.”

Your smile’s sadistic. “I’m not going to do that.” You step back. “You can ask for me.”

“Ask for you?”

He’s pushed you over the edge. “Fucking beg for me, Rafe. I want the party to know you delayed whatever deals you had earlier because my pussy was too good to pass up.”

He’s shell-shocked for a minute before letting out a laugh.

“You’re joking. If you actually think I’m going to beg for you…”

You shrug, walking backwards towards the door.

His voice grows louder. “Are you fucking serious?”

You don’t break your stride, so Rafe storms after you.

“Bullshit if you think you’re getting away like that.”

His hands grip your hips, pulling you back before the clear panel of the door reveals how your interaction is going to the group. Rafe stands against the wall, and your back is pressed into his chest.

“You have a hell of a fucking attitude.”

Your head turns back. “That’s what you’re supposed to fuck out of me, right?”

Rafe swallows. “I’d do anything to get that fucking attitude out of you. Mouthiest slut I’ve ever had to deal with.”

“Beg and I’ll shut up.”

You go to turn around, but his grip stops you. “I’m not fucking begging.”

“That’s too bad. There’s no more drugs you can convince me to fuck for. I mean, I’m pretty much sober tonight, and it really hasn't been worth the effort.”

Rafe fumes behind you. “What, Rafe, got nothing to say? Nothing to use against me? No blackmail?”

His hold tightens, and you know you’re pushing buttons. “I would’ve filmed you breaking again and again for my cock—“

“But I felt too good for you to remember?”

“You’re too much of a slut for that blackmail to be worth the hassle.”

Your argument is at breaking point, and you’re now hovering at the point of no return with a big decision to make.

“Rafe… are you gonna make me cum, or what?”

“I don’t know. I do and you have to drop the ‘Rafe gave me free drugs, I’m such a fucking victim’ angle. Plus, you lose that bullshit Rafe couldn’t make me finish line too.”

You roll your eyes and force your way out of his grip.

“Wait!"

“You should’ve made up your mind, Cameron.”

You’re a little proud when you walk in view of the door, clearly not having succumbed to Rafe.

“Get the fuck back over here. I know what I want.”

“Oh, yay. Well if you know what you want, let me just get on my knees and help you out.”

Rafe smugly smiles. “Look at you, princess. When I want you on your best behaviour, you’ll do anything, yeah? Jump.”

You ignore his stupid comment. Rafe swivels his head towards the door, letting his eye contact with the group linger. “And here, too.”

Rafe’s hand stretches over your jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks. “You want to get on my knees, suck my cock with everyone watching?”

You push his arm back down. “No. I want to make you cum, and walk away knowing I didn’t let you do anything to me.”

You refuse to look inside as you direct Rafe back to the wall. You briefly wonder how he always gets what he wants before sinking to your knees.

“All confident getting my cock in your mouth. It’s borderline inspirational.”

It’s best if you don’t listen. You pull down his layers, his cock proudly springing out with no fear of being in someone’s backyard.

“I bet you’ve missed it. Bet your cunt’s been craving this all night, princess.”

“What, your dick in my mouth?” You kiss the tip. “This is strategic.”

You employ your tongue, refusing to suck his length into your mouth. “Real fucking strategic, being a slut at someone else’s house party.”

You continue with the mild pleasure you’re extending Rafe’s way, enough to feel good but barely enough to feel like anything.

A lick from the base of his cock up pushes him to speak. “Can you use your mouth?”

“I don’t know. Can you say please?”

His jaw tenses. “Don’t fucking pull this shit. You’ve got your tongue on my cock, there’s nothing stopping you from going further.”

“Other than your horrific temperament.”

“Alright, you’ve played this game long enough.”

You’re in prime position for Rafe’s hands to grab onto each side of your head, sliding your mouth onto his cock.

You gurgle at the intrusion, staring up at Rafe with wide eyes.

“Oh, that’s more fucking like it, bitch.” ‘Princess’ was excruciatingly infantilising, but you want to bite his cock at his new degradation.

“Throat’s so fucking warm. You talk and talk, argue with anyone about anything, and your mouth is this nice? Princess, you really should play to your strengths better. Stick with me, and I’ll teach you. Not like the rest of those Kook dickheads, they don’t know anything.”

Your hands go to dig into his thighs, but he forces his cock so deep in your throat you can barely take it and the attack is quickly halted.

“What, princess?” One hand rests on the back of your head, the other wiping your eyes as he rocks his pelvis against your mouth. “Not getting what you need, that it? That why you’ve been such a fucking bitch all night?”

You pull off to answer, but Rafe slides in first.

“You look pretty with my pre-cum on your lips, I’ll give you that. But you’re a fucking showstopper with your throat full.”

He has you back pleasing him, and you’re whining as he uses you.

“What? Oh, yeah. You’re not getting what you need. Here.”

Nothing changes, and he keeps fucking your mouth.

Rafe smirks at your dumb-founded eyes and lack of movement. He nods down, but there’s still nothing.

“Oh, you dumb fucking bitch.” He dryly laughs. “Here.”

His foot dances between your knees, and you hope he isn’t suggesting what he is.

“You want anything, you ride it.”

You furiously stare up at Rafe, and he allows you to draw your head back.

“You’re joking.” You frown in shock. “I’m not fucking doing that.”

“You want that orgasm, you ride it.”

Your hand pumps Rafe’s cock, giving you more opportunity for conversation—not something you ever thought you’d be fighting to have with him, and definitely not in this context.

“Do you really have this little self-awareness?”

“I don’t think I’m the victim for choosing to suck cock in the back of this party.”

“When did I ever say that?”

“All your bitching and moaning says it. You really have the worst life in the whole world, did you know that, princess? I think I should talk to Ward and Rose about starting a charity for you, with how pitiful you think you are.”

“You couldn’t start your own because you’re nothing but a family name, aren’t you?”

“We’re Kooks. We’re all family names, and you should be fucking proud of that.”

“Yeah, but I don’t brag about daddy’s money like I earned it with blood, sweat and tears.”

Your head is slammed back onto his cock.

“We’ve got some sweat,” he traces a finger across your cheek, smirking when he feels his cock poking through, “and I’m sure we can get some more tears going, right, princess?”

His cock’s already as far as he’s ever gotten it. “I need you to breathe for me, princess. Through your nose.”

It’s the only order he’s given that makes sense for you to take. You shut your eyes and follow.

“Blood? I don’t know. I mean, you’re a real freaky bitch and all but it just feels too far. Wouldn’t want to mark up such a pretty thing, mess up her value.”

Rafe notices your closed eyes. “Take this as part of my multi-step process, I need to teach you how to play to your strengths. This mouth, that cunt… whatever else I haven’t seen yet.”

You approach your task with renewed vigour, determined to finish him off so you could bask in whatever pride you had left. “You liked that, huh, princess? If you want to play, be a really good girl,” he deserves a right hook for the paternalistic way he addresses you, “ride this.”

You garble around his cock, your statement of, “I’m not fucking doing that,” ultimately having no coherence.

“What was that? ‘Rafe, of course, I’m so grateful you’ve done so much for me today, let me get to that right now’?”

Your only movements are those of your upper body.

“Get the fuck down.”

He tries to force it, but he doesn’t want to sacrifice your attention on his cock.

“Okay, we'll play your way.”

You’re not sure what he considers your way, because he’s raising his foot and rubbing a leather dress shoe against your heat.

“You’re not good and that’s all you get, princess.”

You ignore the way Rafe plays with you like a doll, instead focusing on pleasing the man who so often riled you up.

“Fuck, princess, so good with that mouth, you know? Maybe I should keep you all wound up if it gets me this.” He slides his foot between your thighs. “But that wouldn’t be fair, would it? You’d whine for the rest of this eternity. This pussy’s too needy to ignore.”

You need to finish him off, and you approach the final moments with fierce intensity.

“Shit, princess. That throat’s fucking amazing. I’m gonna make you my perfect little cumslut, okay? You’re gonna take all this.”

You prepare yourself to swallow his cum as his cock pulses in your mouth.

In the heat of the moment, Rafe draws away for the first time, angling his cock down. Spurts hit your chest, with a few strings landing around your jaw.

“Rafe, oh my fucking god!”

Cum coats your top. “Why did you do that?”

“Because it makes you look all pretty.”

He gets closer, moving your jaw and hoping to angle your head away for a better look at his handiwork. You push him back.

“Rafe, I really cannot fucking stand you right now.”

You’re stuck with what to do. You can’t take it off, and even if you did, the shirt’s so skimpy his cum hit skin as well. The party’s bustling, and any bathrooms are guaranteed a line. Not even the outdoor pool is filled up. Walking into your home with this décor was out of the question, though you could do a drastic walk of shame to the nearby ocean.

The sliding door opens as you panic.

“Is everything okay, guys?”

You stand still, not facing the intruders. Rafe does the job for you, but keeps one hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Y/N’s just feeling sick, I thought I’d take her home.”

Ash asks, “were you not drinking?”

Jasper snorts. “Like that’s ever stopped us.”

“Are you right to go with Rafe?”

You intentionally move your head to only show your face, keeping your body static. You hope the mess of emotions on your face effectively pass for illness.

“Yeah. It’s all good.” Rafe’s unwarranted possessiveness was no longer enemy number one. Right now, it might even be a strength.

“Alright. Text me when you can, okay?”

And with that the two are back to giggling as they walk back inside.

“Come on.” Rafe helps you out of your awkward crouched position, and you'll accept anything to hide the evidence of what just happened.

You two stand for a moment, and Rafe waits for an accusation to launch from your mouth. But nothing does, and you follow as he walks.

—

The hip hop on Rafe's playlist is quiet in the car. One of your legs is pulled against your chest, a protective mechanism that’ll defend against nothing, and the other on the dash.

“Don’t have your leg up like that.”

You side-eye him, but follow the instruction regardless. “What, is this car too nice for me to mess up?”

He glances in the rear-view mirror. “No. If you wanted to get into the backseat, princess, I could give you what you needed. Wouldn’t even care if your cunt soaked through the seats.”

“In your dreams, Rafe.”

“And your nightmares, if the way you talk means anything.”

You give him a single, dry laugh.

“I don’t fucking get you. Everything about you is bullshit.”

Your chest leans down, not enjoying the feeling of air blowing onto your chest and cooling his cum quicker. “I don’t get you either, Rafe.”

“No—don’t start. Not right now. You’ve had your chance to speak.”

“What, with you shoving your cock down my throat?”

“I only put you on my cock when you had nothing but shit to talk about my family.” He really only listened to what he wanted to hear. “If you start acting like that, there’s going to be consequences. This is why I asked for extra from you in the first place. I needed to have some trust in you, because you’re too spoiled to understand the consequences of you running your little mouth.”

“Really, Rafe?”

“Really, Y/N. Whatever bullshit rebuttal you have to offer—“

“I’m pretty sure this is you abusing the only power you get over people. What are you going to do when you’re Ward 2.0, the new king of Figure Eight? Gonna make customers flash you before you start building their houses?”

“If it’s you and whatever bitch ass husband you end up with, yeah. I’ll make you cry on my cock and remind you what you could have had if you stopped being so stuck-up all the time.”

“You’re gross.”

Rafe groans. “And here we go again. Stop acting like you have the moral high ground. Stop making me into the asshole Rafe you’ve decided I am in your head. You haven’t even done anything tonight. There was never any reason for you to come back.”

You’d cross your arms if the cum wouldn’t then stick to more places on your body.

“Sitting here with an attitude because you can’t admit it. You can’t take responsibility for your part in tonight, princess. Well, I’ll take it for you. Let’s look at the facts. You flashed a drug dealer.”

“I was doing it for a friend.”

“You flashed a drug dealer for a friend, when said friend would’ve seen me in a few hours if you walked away. You went up to my room.”

You toss your head back. “And I was supposed to know you were going to do more?”

“If you’re as smart as you’re determined to tell the rest of us, yeah. And did I or did I not ask you if I could feel how wet you were?”

Your stomach flutters at the memory. “I never said yes.”

“And you never said no.”

“Rafe, do you know how archaic—“

“I waited, and you never said no. You came up to get the drugs, even though you didn’t take any all night.”

“Making the most of a bad situation.”

“A bad situation? You could’ve kicked up more of a fuss when I sat with you.”

You sharply inhale. “It was easier—“

“Easier? When have you ever wanted to do things the easy way, princess? Wanting to make it on your own without a well off family weighing you down. Assumptions are being made already, and you fucking know that. Calling me a creep could’ve worked. You wouldn’t have even needed to confess anything.”

You blank in rage.

“And you sucked my cock. That was all you. You could’ve walked away,” he raises a hand to you, “and there was maybe ten seconds where it would’ve been a difficult job. That doesn’t erase the rest.”

“Rafe—“

“No, you’re just like the rest of us and you can’t fucking stand it.” You only realise you’ve pulled up when Rafe spins towards you, placing a hand on his chest in emphasis. “That’s why you act like fucking me doesn’t count. Then who is on your level, huh? Not your stupid Kook boyfriends.”

“I am not like you.” You don’t move to leave the car, preferring to have this conversation out of earshot… and you’re emotionally preparing to sneak around his house, knowing what it looks like if you’re caught. Knowing what it is, with his cum marking your chest.

“You are, and you can’t stand it. It’s all image, and you’re going to say you’re above it, right? I know you. And you don’t get that I know you, and that’s why I checked, that’s why I invited you up to my room.”

You snort at the insults you don’t think Rafe realises are leaving his mouth. “You’re not some big shot businessman pulling the strings, Rafe!”

“Not yet. But it’s not fucking hard to get into your mind. Here you are, acting like this all came out of nowhere, thinking I don’t know you at all when I have spent hours talking with you before today! It’s not my fault all you do is argue.”

“You’re too fucking high to remember any of that.”

“No, I’m not. But you’re going to latch onto whatever you can to put yourself above me. It’s all image with you. It’s the same shit you give me, ‘oh you’re a Cameron, get fucked’, acting like you’re above the rest of us Kooks. But you’re just as fake. You run from who you are, not wanting to look like… what, a Kook? You want to be a Pogue? If you really want, you can make that fucking change, but I don’t see you down at The Cut. If you want to make like Sarah and Kie, you can. You want to be all self-made, but you don’t have a string of Pogue boyfriends behind you.”

You shake your head. “You are so fucked up.”

Rafe nods. “Here we go. You’ve got nothing to add, princess. Tell me, why do you always feel the need to argue with me? Can’t let yourself let loose like the other Kooks, got to find your vices elsewhere?”

“Some people aren’t fucking—“

He shoots you a warning look before interrupting you. “Proving your point to Rafe Cameron. I know how you see me. I’m not stupid. Why did you need to prove yourself to me if I don’t mean anything to you, if I’m beneath you?”

“So I could let everyone know how stupid the most privileged guy in this place is.”

“Letting everyone else know. See, all image. Thank you for proving my point, princess.”

You leave the car, slamming the door behind you. You’re ready to face Tannyhill, shower, change, and run home. Emotionally, you wanted to call the Uber now, but you decided it was best to wait until you got into Rafe’s bedroom.

Rafe walks over to your side. “Jesus, princess. Are you trying to wake the whole house up?”

You stand like a statue in front of him.

“I’m sorry, okay? I went too far in there. I thought you were a little more self-aware.” You were thankful the apology went sour, and Rafe stayed the Rafe you were used to.

“Just take me inside.”

“With cum on your tits? I’m not letting you walk past my family like that.”

He unzips his jacket, handing it to you. You stay still.

“Go on, put it on.” You stay defiant. “Don’t make this a thing. This is for you, okay? Stop trying to prove a point.”

“It’ll get cum on it.”

“I’ll get someone to wash it.”

Your face scrunches up.

“And I’ll wash your top before you go.”

“It’s okay. I’ll ask if I can borrow from Sarah.” Rafe raises his eyebrows, and you share more of your plan. “I’ll say I spilled beer on it.”

Forcing you into his narrative, Rafe replies, “you really want to start leaving clothes here? Then you really will have to start coming to family lunches. You could wear mine.”

“I’m not wearing your shirt." You succumb, zipping the jacket up. "And I'll wash it at mine."

"It'll be quicker if I wash it here." Rafe tugs the jacket's zip up. “There you go, princess. Looks good.”

He circles an arm around your shoulders before walking towards the house.

—

Rafe leans by the door as you rid yourself of your soaked shirt. There’s no point in asking him to look away. You’re positive he knows that, with the way he’s leering over you, his presence overbearing in spite of the space between you in the spacious bathroom.

“You need any help?”

“No, Rafe.” It comes off easy, and you're positive that the stickiness is gone. But your brain’s playing tricks on you, and it feels like superglue stuck to your skin.

“I’m happy to.” His smirk doesn’t move as he looks at you.

“You know what you could do, Rafe?”

“Short of getting out of your life altogether?”

“You know,” you turn and grin towards him, “that’s exactly what I was going to say.”

Rafe huffs in dry amusement at your attitude. "Look at that. Don't I know you too well?"

Sarcasm drips from you both. You choose not to open up to Rafe about how that's the problem, instead facing your problem practically. “You could get this started for me so I can go home.”

“You want to go home with the way you’re flashing your tits about?”

“I’m not seducing you right now, Cameron. I’m cleaning up your mistakes.”

“If you weren’t trying to seduce me you wouldn’t have had this thing on in the first place.” He picks it up off the floor, and you cringe at the invasion, even if he was the only person it made no sense to hide the garment from. “Could’ve had a jacket on, but I got you so excited to come and cash your earnings in.”

“Good thing you gave me that jacket then. It clears up any misconceptions.” You pat the water off your chest once you've come to terms with the fact you can’t rub the thought of Rafe off your skin.

“No, it doesn’t.” He walks over to you, standing behind you in the mirror. Rafe leans to grab a towel off a hook. He wraps it around the front of your body, pulling it against your chest.

“Rafe,” you sigh, “what are you doing?” You push him away, but it’s a half-hearted attempt.

“Helping you out. Like I have been all day.” You roll your eyes, and Rafe anticipates your response. “Shush, princess. Not right now. It’s late.” His eyes wander to the door as he keeps pressing the towel into your chest. “You’d hate to wake the house, wouldn’t you? You’re almost becoming a regular fixture around here.”

Your retort is interrupted by Rafe’s fingers rolling over your nipples. “See, princess? I can give you what you need, give you what you’ve been begging me for.”

“Rafe—“ He kisses your neck, making eye contact in the mirror. “Why are you parading me around?”

Rafe mutters, "no one's treated you right, hey, princess?" He raises himself up, placing his hands on your shoulders and letting the towel fall. You feel miles more exposed, but it doesn’t seem to be the towel’s fault. Without him touching your body, without any arguing, you and Rafe were only that—you and Rafe. In absence of all the tumultuous bells and whistles, you had no clue what that looked like.

“You’re pretty when you shut up. Even if you didn’t take the drug offer. Getting you on your knees did the job.”

“No, Rafe. Why’d you parade me around, show me off to your parents, bring me back here?”

Rafe scoffs. “Is it so hard to think I wanted to help you out? I didn’t cum on you without a plan.” You doubt that, and are sure the plan only occurred because he got something out if it—you stranded at Tannyhill once again.

“Thanks, gentleman.”

“I didn’t show you off to my parents either. I did the polite thing and got my guest to speak to them. Do you—do you have something against my parents, Y/N? You keep bringing them up.”

“I keep bringing up how you’re obsessed with being a Cameron.”

“You’re just jealous. Not comfortable with your last name so you put all this stupid effort into proving yourself through what, debating with guys you don’t like at parties?”

“You know my life exists when you aren’t in it, Rafe.”

“Oh, I know, princess. I’m sure I’m not the only guy you put through hell.”

“Hell is being here in this fucking bathroom with you.” You jerk away, grabbing Rafe’s jacket off the floor.

“You really want to put that back on? It’s covered in cum and I’m pretty sure your skin is still raw, the way you were scrubbing.”

You’re topless, and the power imbalance is palpable. The white bathroom leaves you scrambling for answers that don’t exist on the back of expensive shampoo bottles. You reach for the only thing you can.

“If you’re not this evil Rafe Cameron I seem to have made up in my head, you’ll lend me your shirt.”

Rafe narrows his eyes. “What do I get?”

“What do you get? I don’t know. My respect? A cute girl in your clothes for however long it takes her to get home?”

“I don’t know. Weren’t you just saying you wouldn’t wear my shirt?”

“Rafe,” you deeply inhale, “I’m a little desperate here.”

He pauses for a moment. “Okay, okay. I hear you. If I do this, I need you to behave for me, okay?”

You swallow, and you anticipate that he isn’t going to let this favour go your away.

“Can you do that, princess?”

You nod.

“Back towards the sink.” You walk backwards, and Rafe follows while maintaining some distance, wanting you to decide to follow yourself.

“Good girl.” He strips himself of his shirt, passing the polo to you. You wonder if this is really it.

He closes the distance. “I want you to take these off,” he traces his fingers over the hem of your shorts, “and keep sitting here.”

Rafe kneels, and he looks up at you while he waits to see what you do next. “Is that what you want, princess? Wanted me to make you cum?”

It’s all too intense for much thinking, and all you can do is tilt your head down as you say, “yes.”

I’m buying you the world😏

And watch, i’ll be popping in every day to say hi to my perfect wife

what if i say you are my world🥺🥺🥺

please do, nothing would make me happier than to see my beautiful talented wife in my inbox💗

this was mind blowing omg THE WAY HE WAS TEASING HER??? COCKY LIL SHIT WANTED HER TO USE HER WORDS HES SUCH A TEASEEE UGH AND THE WAY HE TALKS HER THRU IT STOP YOURE SO GOOD IM IN LOVE WITH THIS (AND WITH YOU)

reader being seen as innocent by everyone in obx but when her and rafe get together he quickly finds out she’s actually a lil freak 🤭

GOOD GIRL GONE BAD

WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, mentions of masturbation, innocence kink, mentions of alcohol consumption, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Kook!Reader’s not as sweet and innocent as everyone thinks she is.

Y/N stared at Rafe from her perch on the lifeguard chair, admiring him in his swim trunks. She waved down at him, hoping he would come up to see her as he occasionally did. She wasn’t disappointed, and moments later he was sitting beside her on the wooden chair, which was completely against the rules.

"You're not supposed to be up here, Rafe.” Y/N giggled. “How many times do I have to tell you that? This is just for lifeguards.” She tried to sound annoyed, but knew she failed and didn't really care. She hated to admit it, but she loved it when Rafe sat with her. His mere presence thrilled her to the core.

"And do you always follow the rules, princess?" Rafe asked teasing her, using the nickname he knew she hated.

"Of course.” Y/N looked at him innocently. "We all know that I'm a good girl. I never do anything wrong, and if I get in trouble for you being up here, I'm gonna blame it on you.” She giggled as she said it, mostly because she knew she had just completely pinpointed the image of herself. Because everyone did see her as an angel, and nobody had any reason to believe otherwise.

"Alright. Well, I'll get down then. I certainly don't want you to get your perfect little self in trouble because of me.” Rafe flashed her that smile, the perfect mix of lustful devilishness and little boy mischief that made her melt.

When she saw that smile of his, Y/N wanted to yell, “No, stay up here with me.” Instead, however, she nodded and watched him climb down from her chair.

As he stood below her chair, he yelled up to her, "You owe me a quick swim when your shift’s over.” And with that, he walked back into the ocean, swimming away from her and towards a group of Kooks that regularly hung out with him.

An hour later, Y/N, waiting for her shift to end, continued to survey the beach. There were people everywhere, Pogues and Kooks in groups like miniature versions of the Cut and Figure Eight. She checked her watch, nearly 5:00PM. She began to think of her evening, trying desperately to think of what she would do that night after her shift. Her mind was a blank, and it depressed her a bit to think that she had no plans.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted as Hannah, the girl who worked the 5:00PM-10:00PM shift, climbed up on the lifeguard chair beside her.

"Hey, Y/N. Anything happen today?" Hannah asked, the standard question as shifts were changed.

"Nope, not really. Just another day." Hannah nodded and settled onto her perch as Y/N tossed her sunscreen and sunglasses into her bag and climbed off the chair. "See you tomorrow.”

Just as her feet touched the sand, Y/N was splashed with a small wave of cold water. Not amused, she turned to see who had splashed her, only to look into the face of Rafe, flashing her that smile again.

"Where do you think you're going, princess?" He inquired seriously. "I believe you promised me a swim." He looked at her, fully prepared to give her a hard time if she tried to bail on him. Knowing this, Y/N relented.

"Fine, I'll swim with you for a few. But if you call me princess again, I’ll-"

Rafe cut her off, splashing her again. "Yeah? You'll what?" He laughed as she shivered with the unexpected cold water, and tried to suppress a grin as he saw her nipples stiffen through her suit. "What’re you gonna do, princess?"

Y/N offered him no response, and instead did her best cannon ball as close to him as possible, nearly landing on his head. When she surfaced laughing hysterically, he was there, immediately dunking her back under. That time, she surfaced sputtering and nearly choking on the salty water.

"Bastard.” She muttered under her breath, laughing even as she choked.

"That's not very nice language for such a sweet girl like yourself.” Rafe teased her. "I'm sure you don't talk like that around your father.” He laughed.

She cut his laughter off, offering, "Hey, do you want to hang out tonight? I don't have plans, and we could just chill at my place and watch a movie or something?”

Y/N was surprised by her offer, and suddenly feared he would reject it. However, Rafe smiled, seeming genuinely pleased, and got out of the water and immediately going for his towel.

"Sounds good.” Rafe said, tossing her towel to her as he continued to dry himself off.

Y/N wrapped herself up in her towel, smiling to herself, suddenly excited that Rafe was coming over. She would never admit to anyone that she'd had a crush on him since she met him at that boneyard party during the summer. That was four years ago, and she had grown up since then, something he was well aware of. They continued to hang out, and there were many times she found herself wishing that something would transpire between them.

The two were drying off, spacing out into their own thoughts, when Hannah yelled down, "Y/N, you've been here since 7 o’clock this morning. Ten hours at the beach is enough. Go home already.”

Her voice brought the two back to reality. Y/N waved at her fellow lifeguard, grabbed her bag, and walked towards her car, Rafe following closely behind.

"Hey, why don’t we take my car back to your place? You haven't even gotten to ride in it yet.” Rafe proposed, looking like an eager child as he walked towards his brand new Range Rover.

Y/N laughed as his eyes sparkled with admiration for the vehicle. As she sat in the passenger's seat, however, she couldn't help but sigh contentedly. It is rather comfortable, she thought to herself sheepishly.

A moment later, Rafe was pealing out of the public beach parking lot and racing along the road and towards Figure Eight. During the ride, Y/N suddenly was struck with worry, wondering if she had tidied everything up in the house. She wasn't concerned so much with the possibility of a mess, rather what she may have left merely lying around.

Y/N did a mental check list of the important items: underwear, bras, the retainer from high school that she still tried to wear occasionally, her mechanical toys. She shrugged off the nervousness, convincing herself everything had been tucked away safely and discreetly. She relaxed again, enjoying the open feeling of the wind and feeling as if she could touch the sky as Rafe raced along the road.

Finally, they passed into the golden-gated community of the enormous neighborhood, where manicured lawns and large mansions were spoken for. Rafe pulled the car into Y/N’s driveway, and the two walked up to the front door with Y/N in the lead.

Rafe was unable to avoid occasionally checking out her cute ass as the two walked together. She unlocked the door, and the two walked inside. Shedding her shoes by the horsehair welcome mat, Y/N shuffled in and skimmed her eyes over the familiar shimmering granite tile and the bright white wallpaper, a crystal chandelier dangling dangerously nearly a story from high above.

"I'm just gonna change out of my suit really quick. I’ll be right back, okay?” With that, Y/N raced up the stairs to her bedroom and shut the door behind her.

Once alone in her room, Y/N immediately stripped off her suit and reached for something comfortable: her favorite black running shorts and a white tank top. As she was about to step into the shorts, she caught off a glimpse of her own naked body in the mirror and turned to look at herself straight on.

While Y/N was not a conceited person, she couldn't help but smile at her reflection. The time she spent so religiously in the water and the gym had paid off. Suddenly realizing that Rafe was still waiting for her, she quickly grabbed the shorts and put them on, not bothering with underwear. She pulled on the tank, aware that it clung tightly to her body, but also knowing she looked cute.

After throwing her hair up into a ponytail, Y/N checked the mirror one more time and headed back downstairs to the living room to Rafe. He was sprawled on the leather couch, wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt, having obviously changed while she was in her room.

Smiling, Y/N teased, "Well, I see you've certainly made yourself at home.”

"I did. Even checked out the contents of your bathroom after I changed. Lots of interesting little gadgets in there.” Rafe let his voice trail off and watched her face carefully. She could feel her face flaming as she tried to decide if he was serious or kidding.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Y/N mumbled, not able to look him in the face. When he said nothing, she implored, "Did you really look at the stuff in my bathroom?" Her voice squeaked with embarrassment and indignation, praying he had only been joking.

"Maybe. Why, was there something in there I shouldn't have seen?" Rafe grinned, dying for her reaction, a little disappointed when she didn't reply.

Her silence answered his question though, and he laughed a little. "Relax, Y/N.” He said sweetly. "I'm too much of a gentleman to search a girl's drawer."

“You’re most definitely not a gentleman, Rafe Cameron." She teased, punching him playfully in the arm.

"I am too a gentleman.” Rafe replied with all seriousness, looking her up and down. "I always put a lady's pleasure before my own, you know?”

Rafe was teasing and Y/N knew it, but she also picked up on the sexual implications of his comments. She immediately felt her body respond, just a slight tingling between her legs, but she knew she needed to get back on safer ground.

"Are you hungry?" Y/N asked, breaking the momentary silence that had fallen. "I was thinking we could order Chinese for delivery.” She waited for his response, and when he nodded his approval, she darted to the expansive kitchen to find the menu.

As soon as she left the living room, Rafe shifted on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position, and one that would hide his growing erection. He knew she hadn't noticed yet, but he also knew that it wasn't going to be easy to hide it all night. Dammit, why had he agreed to hang with her tonight? There was just something about her.

Rafe had looked in a few drawers in her bathroom; he'd been unable to resist. He had always suspected that Y/N wasn't quite as innocent as she pretended to be, that somewhere deep inside her was a wild girl just waiting to be unleashed. And when he had opened the drawer on a stand next to her bathtub, his suspicions had been confirmed. Right there was a pink vibrator. He chuckled to himself, pleased to know that he had been right.

Y/N reentered the living room, dashing his thoughts. "I ordered a couple things; we just have to wait for the delivery guy. He said it’ll be here in about twenty minutes."

Rafe nodded, and got off the couch to walk towards her. He knew his cock was probably making a bulge in his pants and part of him hoped she noticed.

"Mind if I have something to drink?" He asked her casually as he walked towards the kitchen. She followed immediately and opened the fridge for him.

"Well, well, well.” Rafe said in surprise. “What’s with all this alcohol?" He grinned down at her, loving the way she blushed and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, well, it’s..." Y/N’s voice faltered for a second. "It’s my father’s." She stared at the floor for a moment, and then looked up, seeming satisfied and smiled broadly. "So, what do want to drink?"

"Well, I'm gonna have a beer, and you?" He grinned devilishly again. "What can I make you, chocolate milk? Apple juice?"

Y/N smacked him, hard. "I'll take a rum and coke, smartass.”

The two stood in the kitchen and talked, each downing a couple drinks. Soon, the food arrived and they ate a bit, each having a little more to drink. After about three rum and cokes, Y/N could feel herself relaxing and getting the start of a buzz.

When the leftovers were piled back in the fridge and Rafe had mixed her a fourth drink, they migrated back to the living room. When he sat on the couch, Y/N sat right next to him, closer than she planned, but not minding at all. They watched TV, occasionally talking until suddenly their drinks were gone.

"Want some more?" Y/N asked, not waiting for a response and immediately going to retrieve it. When she returned, she set her drink on the coffee table and held the beer up, just out of Rafe’s reach.

Rafe smirked, amused and curious about where the situation was going. "Give me the beer, little girl.” He teased, laughing.

"In case you haven't noticed, I’m not a little girl anymore." As she spoke, she perched herself in his lap, straddling his legs and surprising him. "In case you haven't noticed," she continued, "I've grown up quite a bit." She shifted a little, inadvertently grinding against his stiffening cock in the process.

"Believe me, Y/N.” Rafe groaned. “I've noticed."

His eyes traveled from her face and down her body, pausing to gaze at her nipples that were poking fiercely through the thin fabric of the tiny tank top.

"I've noticed a lot about you lately.” He continued, suddenly determined to see where this would go. "You're not as innocent as everyone seems to think, are you?" His voice low and husky now, his hands resting on her bare thighs.

Y/N giggled a little. "Of course I'm sweet and innocent, Rafe. You know what a good girl I am." As she said it, she could feel his hands sliding slowly up the smooth flesh of her thighs, high enough so that his fingers were brushing the legs of her short running shorts.

"See, I don't think you're quite that innocent. I think that's just a front you've been putting on for me, and for everyone else on this island. I think," Rafe paused for a moment, "that you're just dying for someone to give you exactly what you want. Am I wrong?"

As he spoke, Rafe could feel his cock stiffening, straining against the material of his boxer briefs and his shorts.

When she didn't respond, Rafe prodded, "Y/N? Am I wrong?"

Y/N looked at him then, staring into his eyes and what he saw there was pure lust. Seeing that, he knew he could continue, and he let his hands continue to stroke her upper thighs, moving higher now until his hands disappeared beneath her shorts. Rafe let one long finger slide towards the middle and was surprised when his fingertip touched silky smooth flesh, no barrier of panties to be found.

Eyebrows raised, Rafe teased her again. "No panties? You really aren't the innocent girl we all thought you were, are you?"

Her eyes sparkled and she moaned softly, already trying to press against his finger. Determined to tease her, however, Rafe pulled his finger away from her mound and removed his hands from her shorts. She immediately stuck out her lower lip in a little girl pout, and he burst out laughing.

"Those little girl antics aren't gonna work anymore, Y/N.” He said. "You're going to have to tell me what you want." She looked at him, surprised. "I'll give you anything you want, but you have to ask for it."

When she didn't say anything he continued, "There's nothing sexier than a girl who knows what she wants. And something tells me that you know exactly what you want. So, you just name it, baby.”

Y/N smiled and removed herself from Rafe’s lap, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs to her bedroom. She fell onto her bed, taking him with her, and immediately kissed him.

Shifting, she was soon on her back with him above her, pushing her hips up into his. He smiled against her lips, knowing that she was trying to avoid having to ask, but also suspecting that pushing her would only make it more enjoyable for both of them.

Rafe dragged his lips away from hers and propped himself up on his elbow beside her. He left his free hand on her hip, his fingers idly playing with the waistband of her shorts.

"What do you want, Y/N?" He asked again softly, watching her face.

She looked away for a moment, and when she looked back at Rafe, her eyes were begging. "I just want you to touch me.” Her voice trailed off as she looked at him with those big, pleading eyes.

While it was a start, Rafe was convinced now that the innocence was an act and he wanted her to prove him right. "I am touching you, right here.” He said, as he tapped his finger against her hip.

He looked at her pointedly, waiting for her response. She didn't say anything, however, and instead just grabbed his wrist and in one fast motion brought his hand to her breast.

"Right here, you dumbass.” Y/N muttered, her hand still on his wrist as if holding his hand in place.

"Oh, right here.” Rafe feigned surprise and an innocence of his own, but immediately gave a gentle squeeze and let his fingers find her nipple. It wasn't difficult to do; the hard little bud had been poking through her shirt since she changed.

Rafe rolled her nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger, and she moaned softly when he gave it a light pinch. He pinched again, causing another moan and her to push her hips up as if she were already fucking an invisible partner. The sight of it turned him on, and when he leaned down to kiss her neck, he could feel his cock growing and becoming rock hard.

Her head fell aside to allow him easier access to her neck as he kissed her, tracing his tongue up to her earlobe which he nibbled on gently. Rafe continued pinching and tugging on her nipples, each one of her groans causing his cock to twitch helplessly.

"You like that, baby?" Rafe groaned against her neck and pinching her nipple harder, causing her to let out a long low moan. He chuckled to himself as he did the same with the other one, loving her sounds of pleasure.

"What else would you like? What are you dying for?" He prodded, himself dying to know what turned her on the most.

Y/N looked up at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright, and slowly sat up. "I'll show you what I want right now.” She said, her voice low and husky with arousal.

She smiled slowly, slipping off the bed. For a brief moment, Y/N pulled Rafe to his feet, her eyes locked on his as if she had control of the situation. Without hesitating, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and brought them down, leaving him in his boxer briefs which did nothing to hide his erection.

Gently, she pushed him back down on the bed, so he was sitting on its edge, and slowly knelt on the floor in front of him as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. Positioning herself between his knees, Y/N smiled at him again, letting her hands work their way up his legs, letting her gaze fall on his twitching cock as her hands traveled closer.

Slowly, one hand traveled over the thin cotton of the leg, moving upwards until finally she let her fingers brush over his cock. She watched Rafe’s face as her fingers tentatively explored his hardness. When she wrapped a small fist around it for the first time, he groaned, pushing against her hand eagerly.

Y/N leaned in slowly, brushing her cheek along his inner thigh, her hand still between his legs. She grabbed the waistband of his shorts and he lifted obediently, and within moments they were gone. She leaned back on her heels for a moment, gazing up at him. She'd fantasized for so long and had wanted him for years.

Rafe’s hand on her face brought her back to reality. "What're you thinking, sweetheart?" Rafe asked her softly, looking down at her and watching her stare at him.

Y/N faltered for a moment, then laughed a little. “I was thinking about how long I've wanted this.” She admitted, blushing and looking a little sheepish.

Rafe grinned down at her and was about to tell her she could have anything she wanted, but the words never escaped his lips because she stopped pacing herself, leaning forward and taking half of his cock into her mouth in one quick motion. The shock of it, combined with the amazing feeling of her warm mouth and silky smooth tongue almost made Rafe lose it right there.

Forcing himself to regain composure, Rafe leaned back slightly, enjoying the feeling as she worked on him. He’d wondered what this would be like for quite some time now, and it thrilled him that the reality was even better than his fantasies. He had always thought she would be good, but he hadn't expected her to be this good.

Rafe looked down at her and watched her for a moment, holding her head and guiding her occasionally.

"You're an amazing little cocksucker, Y/N." Rafe groaned, and immediately felt her react to his words by taking him deeper, slowly sliding him all the way into her throat.

With her lips at the base, Y/N kept tightening her throat and making him almost lose it before relaxing again. She looked up at him and he smiled down at her. He felt himself getting even closer when he looked back into hers. He kept thinking of what a sweet and innocent girl she pretended to be, when in fact she was sucking him off better than any girl ever had before.

"I'm so close.” Rafe groaned, wanting her to know in case she wanted to stop.

Y/N surprised him again, however, when instead of stopping, she only worked harder, sucking and sneaking her tongue out to tease his balls with the tip. Suddenly, he was cumming harder than he had in a long time and she swallowed all of it, smiling up at him afterwards. He chuckled and pulled her up to the bed with him.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N." Rafe said softly. "You’re pretty fucking good at that.”

Y/N grinned and blushed, shrugging her shoulders. He loved the way the color rose in her cheeks as if she were suddenly aware that she had just proven him right, that she wasn't quite so innocent at all, but was still going to cling to the facade.

Pulling her a little closer, Rafe turned her head towards him and leaned down, kissing her. She kissed him back, opening her lips and sneaking her tongue out to meet his. Slowly, he pulled away and moved his kisses to her neck, and as he did he brought his hand up to her breasts again. He teased her nipples again with his fingers, loving to watch her squirm beneath his touch.

Y/N caught his mouth again with hers, and they parted as he tugged her tank top over her head with one hand, still stroking her pussy with the other. He gazed down at those tits that he'd been watching all summer in her bathing suit. He'd been making them hard all summer through her suit and he knew it, and loved the way they just seemed to get stiffer, now exposed to his hungry gaze.

Rafe couldn't resist; he tore his mouth from hers and eagerly leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth, immediately sucking on it, experimenting to discover just what she liked. When he grazed his teeth on it, Y/N moaned loudly and pushed eagerly against his hand, the heat from her pussy penetrating through the thin material of her shorts.

He teased her by pushing his hand back against her harder, which she loved, and then taking it away so he was barely touching her at all, making her whimper and squirm, trying to get it back. Moving his lips to her other nipple, Rafe slid his hand inside her shorts now, immediately finding the bare flesh that he had been dying for since he discovered it earlier.

Rafe found her dripping and smiled, knowing that he was definitely having an effect on her. As he nibbled her nipple, he found her clit and circled it slowly with one finger, loving the way she sighed and let her eyes shut. He continued to tease her, making tighter circles on her clit and feeling her tense up, then backing off again.

Gently, Rafe eased her backwards on her bed, laying her down flat. He reached for her shorts and she immediately lifted her ass up to allow them to come off, making him smile down at her.

"Not such a good girl anymore, now are you, princess?" Rafe asked, and she smiled a little in return.

"Fuck being good.” She replied as he finished removing her shorts.

"I'd rather fuck you instead.” Rafe said softly, his voice low and gravely with desire.

"I know.” She replied, looking a little smug but incredibly hot as she laid on her bed naked, yearning for him.

Rafe moved up over her, kissing her lips again and letting her feel his weight above her. His cock had started stiffening again already, and she could feel it brush against her. Instinctively, she began pushing her hips up against it, wanting it. He grinned down at her.

"Not just yet, Y/N. Don’t be so greedy.” Rafe said softly, kissing down her neck and over her collar bone.

His lips found her nipples again and he began to nibble and suck, being rough and gentle as he was before since he quickly realized that's what she loved. He felt her shift slightly and as he moved to the other nipple he was surprised to see that she had snuck her own hand to her pussy, and was gently teasing her clit with a finger.

Rafe smiled, a little surprised and completely turned on to see her touching herself, and sucked even harder for a moment on her breast. He moved downwards until he was kissing her belly button and still moving lower. He touched her hand with his own.

“Mind if I help you with that?" Rafe whispered, and she immediately took her hand away and pushed her pussy towards him.

For a moment, he paused, gazing down at her and admiring her. Her pussy lips were puffy from arousal and her clit was hard and begging for attention. Rafe leaned down and kissed her right above her clit, letting his lower lip just brush against the hood and listening to her gasp. She wriggled towards him, her swollen bud aching for the release she knew his tongue could give her.

Rafe kissed her again, then very slowly licked down one pussy lip and up the other, letting then back down her slit again. The feeling of her wetness on his tongue only pushed him further, and he couldn't tease her anymore.

He slowly slid a finger inside her, immediately surprised at how tight she was. Still licking her clit, Rafe slowly slid in a second finger, causing her to buck against his face and hand and grip the sheets tighter. Stroking her slowly with his fingers, he continued to lick and suck her swollen clit, knowing that she was close.

When he slid his fingers in deep and pressed them against her G-spot, Y/N groaned loudly and pressed back on them hard. Keeping his fingers buried in her cunt, Rafe stroked her G-spot faster, her cries and gasps becoming louder and more intense. He felt her push hard against his fingers and suddenly, her pussy tightened and he could feel her orgasm as her cunt clamped down and her body trembled.

When Y/N relaxed, Rafe laid on the bed beside her, smiling down at her and waiting for her eyes to open. He kissed her lips, and it was then that her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him in surprise, and maybe a little embarrassment.

"I can taste myself on your lips.” Y/N said softly, as if it was something she had never thought about before. It amused him, the little bits of innocence that were real, paired with the lust that was obviously burning hot inside her although she kept it hidden.

As they laid together, her hand seemed to seek out his cock again which was still hard; he had been surprised how much it aroused him to eat her pussy, how much it turned him on when she came hard on his hand. She stroked the flesh gently, and kept glancing down at it until finally Rafe caught her.

He grinned, that grin that always made her insides melt and made her want him more than ever. "You like my cock, don't you, Y/N?" He teased her, pushing his cock against her palm.

"You have no idea.” She replied, that wanton look returning to her eyes.

"Show me, then.” Rafe challenged her.

Immediately, Y/N shifted to a sitting position and then crawled over him so that he was on his back and she was straddling his hips. She looked down at him, brushing her pussy against his hard shaft. His hands were on her hips, trying to guide her down on it. But she resisted, continually pulling away but not quite letting him enter her. This time, she caught Rafe staring down, admiring the view.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Y/N taunted, letting her warm slit slide up and down his cock, driving him crazy.

His eyes were wild, and she knew he was having a hard time resisting the urge to force her down on top of his cock, but she was having fun teasing him. Y/N surprised him as she slid upwards again and finally felt the head of his cock press against her opening. Rafe groaned loudly as her pussy clenched repeatedly around his thick head, attempting to adjust to him.

Y/N inched her way down, feeling an intense pleasure go through her body. Once settled, she let her eyes connect with his and smiled almost shyly, and looked down to see the spot where their bodies were melded together. She couldn't resist anymore and began to grind hard on his cock, wanting him deeper.

Rafe flipped her roughly onto her back and he moved up over her again. She started pushing her hips upwards, impatient for him. He pressed against her and she pushed back, her slippery lips seeming to suck him in until he was once again deep inside her. It seemed the more he gave her the more she wanted.

As Y/N pushed her hips up against him, she pulled her legs up a little and Rafe took the hint. He smiled down at her as he guided her legs up further until her ankles were resting on his shoulders. With her legs up, he could get even deeper now, and he didn’t hesitate to do so.

When he pushed his cock all the way in, Y/N immediately arched up into him, moaning sexily. He began to pump in and out of her a bit quicker, and with each stroke she met him, gasping each time the head of his dick slammed into the back of her tight cunt.

Rafe could tell she was getting close, so he backed off for a minute, sliding his cock almost all the way out of her and leaving just the head of it between her wet pussy lips. Her eyes flew open and she looked at him, her eyes begging to have it back. She kept trying to push her hips towards him in an attempt to have her way, but it was his turn to tease her now, and he loved watching her struggle beneath him.

"Please, Rafe.” Her voice trailed off as she looked up at him helplessly, still bucking beneath him.

Rafe looked down and loved what he saw: her pussy puffy, his cock between the wet lips, and her clit, swollen and hard. He reached down and touched the little nub, causing her to shake beneath him.

Grinning, he did it again and again, teasing her with his finger and loving the way she trembled with passion and moaned, almost sobbing with pleasure. He took his hand away from her mound and grabbed her hand, guiding it to where his just was.

"I want to watch you touch yourself, Y/N.” Rafe said softly, thinking of the vibrator he’d found earlier and the way she’d been teasing her clit before he had gone down on her, knowing that she was familiar with herself.

Rafe thought she would hesitate, but was pleased when she immediately started stroking her clit with her middle finger expertly, pushing against his cock even harder now. The sight of it was too much for him and he couldn't tease her anymore.

As she stroked her clit, he slid his cock slowly back into her, feeling her clench around him. She was tightening rhythmically with every flick of her finger against her swollen bud, and he knew he was going to lose it soon.

"What do you want, baby?" Rafe groaned, holding his dick deep inside her and feeling her grinding against it.

Y/N looked up at him, and there was no longer even a trace of the innocent act left. Her eyes were full of lust and want, her body moving against his, trying to grind against him as much as she could. And when she spoke, it was all he could take.

"Rafe," Y/N said in her husky voice. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me cum harder than I ever have before. I'm so close right now, and I need you to make me cum.” She let her voice trail off, and he didn't waste any time in obeying her request.

Rafe pulled out a little bit and held her legs apart a bit more, and without warning slammed his rock hard cock back inside her. He pounded her again and again and she groaned with each stroke, feeling her orgasm building fast. Y/N worked her clit and reached around with her free hand, stroking his balls as they slapped against her ass.

Y/N was teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and with one final thrust he pushed her over. She cried out as her pussy tightened, and she pushed up hard against it, feeling it deeper than ever. When she tightened like that, Rafe couldn't hold back either. Within seconds, he was cumming deep inside her.

This seemed to only intensify her orgasm and she somehow clamped even tighter around him, and for a brief moment it felt like this would last forever. When their orgasms subsided, Rafe collapsed on the bed next to her, still able to hear her labored breathing. He smiled, satisfied and hoping for another round later.

As if reading his thoughts, Y/N propped herself up on her elbow and grinned at him. "You just wait.” She breathily giggled. "Next time will be even better.”

-

TAGLIST: @lovedetlost @valeriiecameron @outerbankspov @ailee-celeste @adventuresinobx @pankowperfection @blueicequeen19 @maybankslover @penny4yourthoughts @variety-fangirl @fangirlwithlou @thecameronchronicles @lafantasiaworld @drewsuncrustables @dreamingwithrafe @obaex @mvybanks @rafescokewhore @geniedetails

Does that mean you’re going to do a couples massage with me👀

Also i’m safe! It thankfully passed right where I live, just really bad storms the rest of the night

uh huh damn right and i would so totally get you a diamond necklace with initials on it just saying😳

so glad youre safe and sound and if you want anyone to hold you thru the storms i am free friday night

a tennis date with rafe cameron. 

let me introduce you to a genre i think youd thrive in ✨dark romance✨

not to be 'welcome to my twisted mind' or anything but im reading the most messed up book i've read in my life, obsessively rewatching the most fucked up movie i've ever seen, only listening to my fav disturbing album, cracking the sylvia plath out and i'm like oh why is it so hard to get into a writing romance mood at the minute? girl the call is coming from inside the house...