It started off as a joke, you just liked teasing him. But when that familiar smirk appeared on his lips you knew you were in for it.
"Okay" He stated, pulling himself up from the chair he had been lounging in. Feet carrying him across the hard wood floor until he stood in front of you. "Let's make a deal... who can last the longest without sex".
You couldn't help the giggle that rose up your throat as you took in his words, you didn't believe him. There was no way Rafe Cameron was putting this in place, he loved sex. He couldn't last a week without it, especially not when it involved you. "Oh please" You retorted, the sleeves of your hoody swallowing your hands in them as you tried to hide your smile. "You could not last a mere 48 hours without getting your dick wet".
His eyes rolled to the back of his head before narrowing them down at you, his large hands gripping your biceps softly only to pull you flush against his chest. The all too familiar feeling in your lower belly bubbled at the feeling off his warm body against yours. "Come on Y/N, if you really think I don't stand a chance... Take the bet" He whispered, his tongue slipping past his lips to dampen his lips.
Your chest was heavy with anxiety now, the look of determination plastered on his face as he stared down at you. You were second guessing yourself now, the idea of possibly going months without the feeling of him inside you already had your legs weak. You wanted to tell him you were joking but you didn't.
"Okay Rafe Cameron, you have yourself a deal" You stated, your hands reaching up to hold onto his broad shoulders. Leaning up on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips, you expected him to deepen it. Just like he had done a million times before but he's determined, he lets you drop back down onto your feet. "Deal Baby" He chuckles and steps back.
Your eyes follow him as he takes his seat back over on the other side of the room, you too sit back down and advert your eyes to the book you had been reading earlier. You couldn't focus though as your mind began racing and suddenly all you could think about was sex.
Three weeks had gone by, unbelievably slow. You honestly couldn't believe Rafe had lasted this long; you couldn't even tell if he was craving you. He was a pro at hiding his emotions and apparently any erections you could have caused.
Surprisingly it had been easy for you, not at the beginning though. You spent the first few days constantly thinking about it, day dreaming about the way his body felt on yours. But come day ten you had been so busy with work and family obligations it had completely slipped your mind.
You hadn't been able to join any of the kook parties as you had to work. It made it easy being sober, alcohol always being the devil's advocate and bringing out the little skank in you. But your luck had run dry when Toppers birthday rolled around, you had already asked for the weekend off months ago upon Rafe's begging.
So, you had to pace yourself with the alcohol. Accepting any drinks from Rafe but putting them down as soon as he turned his attention to something, you couldn't let the alcohol ruin your chance of winning this bet. You needed this win, Rafe was always winning.
"Babe"
Blinking yourself out of the daydream you had been in you looked up to see Rafe standing in front of you, his eyes were bloodshot and hair a little astray. His hands where on you in seconds, pulling your body close to his and fingers slipping under the shirt you wore. "Hey babe" you grinned, reaching up on your tiptoes you pressed your lips to his.
As you move to pull away his hand is clamped to the back of your head, pulling you back to his lips. He's needy and rushed, tongue nudging it's way inside of your mouth. Your hands find home in the back of his hair, tugging softly and earning you a low groan.
