RAFE CAMERON - SMUT

TALK TO ME

It's been about an hour since the dinner I had with Rafe and his family. But it's only been thirty minutes since we all arrived home. Rafe insisted I'd go upstairs after Ward wanted to have a small chat with him in his office. To no surprise, I rolled my eyes knowing exactly how that was going to go.

I decided to hop in Rafe's shower that is connected to his room to rinse off.

The steaming water comes steady against my skin, releasing some stress I had from dinner.

I opened the shower curtain, and reached for the towel that I placed on his counter. After drying myself, I wrapped the towel around my body and stepped outside.

If I hadn't turned on his bed side lamp before I hopped in the shower, I would have never seen Rafe sitting at the edge of his bed. My heart nearly stopped when I saw him but he didn't even turn his head to look at me. He looks defeated.

"Rafe," I say, concerned.

His face has no expression yet his body says other wise. His arms lay limp on the sides of him as his shoulders are shrugged downward. I knew Ward had gotten to him again.

I walked over to him, still in my towel.

"Hey, talk to me," I whisper, standing in front of him and between his legs.

He wraps two arms around my waist and presses his forehead against my stomach. "He hates me," he mumbles.

Never in my whole life of knowing him have I ever heard him sound so broken. It sounds as if he's given up on getting his fathers approval in anything.

"He does not hate you." I protest, placing my hands against both sides of his face, forcing him to look up at me.

His eyes are slightly red as if he's been crying. I know there is nothing I can say to make him feel better but I know there's something I can do to distract him from this.

I grab his hands from my waist and drop my towel. His eyes widen. He reaches to the back of my thighs, pulling me onto him. He slides his hands to my waist and pushes me against him causing a moan to rip from his chest.

"I love you," he sighs, now trailing his hands around my upper back. I place soft kisses on the crook of his neck before he cups one of my breasts. His lips meet mine quickly in an aggressive but passionate kiss.

His mouth brushes against my ear as he whispers, "I want you on your back."

Anything he says to me causes my whole body to heat up.

"If you insist," I smile, getting off of him and pulling myself up on his bed.

He gets up and takes off his collared shirt, unbuttoning them slowly while gawking at my nakedness.

After removing it completely, he crawls between my legs, placing kisses from my inner knee and up my thigh. He pushes both legs apart, spreading them open and revealing my wet core.

Without hesitation, he thrusts both of his fingers inside me. My head hits the pillow behind me as I grasp onto his bed sheets releasing a guttural moan.

"Christ, you're so 𝘸𝘦𝘵," he grins, now pumping his two fingers faster and curling them every couple of seconds. His mouth suddenly meets my skin and starts licking every part of me down there.

"Rafe!" I moan.

He lifts his head, "Not too loud, they'll hear." I can feel him smiling against me.

My whole body feels like it could explode any second now, but he occasionally stops to build up the orgasm. Once he feels me starting to tighten around his fingers, he pulls out and stops.

"Why are you stopping!?" I question, now annoyed.

"𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦," he smiles, now pushing his fingers back inside me.

With his free hand, he takes my left breast in his hand and starts softly pinching my nipple. He is now stimulating me in three ways and I can feel my orgasm getting closer. His mouth against my clit, his fingers curling inside me and his fingers rubbing my nipple makes me almost scream.

My body starts convulsing and I reach over my head grabbing a pillow, putting it over my face to muffle my cries. I feel a strong, explosion of euphoria start from my clit to the rest of my body.

"𝘈𝘩𝘩𝘩," I moan.

My heels dig into his mattress as my hands are clenched tightly around the pillow. I feel myself tighten around his fingers but he doesn't stop. He continues stimulating me and making the orgasm last as long as it could.

As soon as my body lays still, he pulls his fingers out of me. I remove the pillow from my head to see Rafe licking his fingers clean.

"That was so hot," he groans, now settling himself right next to me.

He traces his fingers against my stomach, staring at me.

"That was... amazing," I let out.

"I would love to fuck you right now but I ran out of condoms," he admits, while letting out a laugh.

I reach over and press myself against him. "I love you," I whisper, before putting my lips against his.

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