Lost in the Depth

Distraction

Warning: mature themes

I shudder as an unyielding wind pushes against me, making my coat flare out. I rush to wrap it tightly around myself again. The cold is only making the constant ache in my head worse.

As much as my body craves warmth right now, I don't want to go back inside. The stars are just so bright tonight and I can't stop staring at them.

I hear shuffling footsteps behind me and I don't have to look to know who it is.

A hand rests on my shoulder and I turn to meet Will's comforting gaze and Alessia's warm smile.

"I'm alright," I mutter, already knowing what they're going to ask.

With the show I put on, I can only hope that Will doesn't suspect anything. I spent 19 years of my life hiding my double life from one of my closest friends and I can't let it all fall apart now. Though, I must say I'm surprised that he hasn't noticed anything unusual. 19 years is a long time after all.

"Do you want to go chat with some relatives out the back? It might cheer you up," Alessia says.

"No I just want to be alone right now," I reply, refusing the urge to scoff at her. How would making small talk with my gossiping relatives cheer me up?

Besides, I don't need to be cheered up, I just need a distraction.

Taking the hint that I want them to leave, Will and Alessia make their way to the garden at the back.

I toss my head back again to gaze at the stars more. Something in my mind clicks as I realise what I want right now.

I've done it with him before. It started off as a one time thing. We agreed it was a one night stand. Not a two night stand or a three night stand. Just one.

Of course, we both threw that deal to shit when we saw each other the day after we did it.

What's the harm in doing it now?

Reluctantly tearing my gaze from the glistening stars, I turn around and make my way back into the church.

I find him already walking down the hall which is now being emptied by the staff. The sight of him makes something inside of me spark.

Now I'm hurrying towards him and once he's close enough I grab his arm and pull him towards the toilets in the side wall.

"Rayna," he says, trying to ask if I really do want this.

"Shut up Antonio."

We enter the toilet and as soon as we're inside I turn to face him and pull his face in for a rushed kiss. The kiss turns into kisses as he pushes me up against the marble wall.

My hands run through his hair as I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his dick pressing into my middle. He's got one hand on my hip, the other on my cheek.

He breaks the connection between our lips and begins to trail kisses running down my jaw, to my neck.

He continues kissing my neck and a moan escapes my lips as I tug on his chestnut curly hair.

Wanting more, I move my hands to his jeans and begin to unbuckle his belt.

He finishes the job himself as I unwrap my legs from his waist and take my panties off. After his jeans are slightly down, exposing his thing, he takes me waist in one hand and my thigh in the other, lifting it up as he enters me.

He thrusts deeper and deeper and I moan several curses. "Fuck," he groans in a low voice as he goes faster.

"Harder Tony," I moan his nickname as we both reach our climax.

Returning from our high, he leans his forehead on the wall behind me, next to my head. I feel his breaths warm my neck as I lean my head back against the wall, my hands still on his shoulder and his now on my hips again.

He places a gentle kiss on the nape of my neck as he whispers into my ear.

"I swear to god Rayna, you're the best I've ever had."

"Thanks babe but try to last a little longer next time," I mutter, my head still against the wall. I'm only messing with him. Whoever the fuck said sex needs to last a long time to be good clearly never really got fucked. But of course I'm not going to tell him that.

This man already knows exactly how good he is.

"Says you Ferrari."

"Suck a dick Ant."

"I'd rather suck on you love. And quit calling me that, just stick to Tony for fuck's sake." He rolls his eyes at my smirk and that only makes it grow more.

He then starts to move to down to my lower region, pulling my legs over his shoulders as he pushes his face between my legs.

Damn, he wasn't kidding.

He grins up at me once before getting right into it.

The moment he starts I'm thankful for his shoulders holding my legs up because I know my knees would fail me if the support wasn't there.

This boy knows how to fuck, if anything.

Moans escape me as his tongue goes to all the right places.

The moans turn into screams as he keeps on going, clearly encouraged by the unholy sounds I'm making in such a holy place.

I reach my climax again and finally relax.

He carefully places me legs back on the ground and grips my waist.

His eyes gaze into mine, silently asking a question. I don't get why he seeks my approval when his big ass ego does all the work for him.

"Could use some work," I lie as he frowns.

"Didn't sound like it. You were practically screaming."

"Screaming, my ass." I roll my eyes.

"Yea, screaming your ass off," he smirks.

Suddenly I remember something very important.

"Speaking of screaming..."

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A/N: for those of you who are into smut, sorry for the shortness of it. It lasts longer than I describe it, I'm just not really comfortable going into the details and all.
And those who aren't into it, you can just skip it if you want, you won't miss any main event or drama or anything.