S E X G R I E F (1)

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Warnings: mentions of sexual content; funny;

"Put your hands behind your head," Beca said, while holding a belt in her hand, sitting on top of Rafe.

"Babe, it's cute that you wanna take control and everything, but we both know that I'm the one who's really in control," Rafe said, positioning his hands on her waist, squeezing it.

"Rafe put your hands behind your head now or..." she ordered once again, and he smirked

"Or what? What are you going to do?" Rafe challenged her.

"Sex grief!" Beca called, getting off of Rafe's lap.

"No, no, no, no, NO. We're not doing this again," he panicked.

"Yes. Yes. Yes we are," she said while getting dressed, "you didn't let me take control, so I'm calling a sex grief."

"Baby please, PLEASE, don't do this," Rafe whined, "come back here... I'm hard... let me fuck you."

"Well baby, seeing you are only going to get some action in a week, you better get that arm worked up, take this as an opportunity to start now!" Beca teased, "Bye, love you."

"I hate you," he mumbled, making her laugh.

"I love you two," Beca blew him a kiss, while exiting his room.

—/—

Rebecca spent the whole 'sex grief week' teasing Rafe.

SATURDAY
She went to the beach to spend the day with the girls. Knowing that Rafe was going to be there, she made sure to wear her tiniest bikini, which she was sure would surely make him go crazy.

The moment he saw Beca arriving at the beach with her friends, he lost it. She could see the way his jaw tensed and a bulge formed in his swimming shorts.

The group of girls went where the boys - Rafe, Kielce and Topper - were staying to greet them, and Beca made sure to be extra flirty with Rafe, which made everyone laugh about how embarrassed Rafe was getting.

SUNDAY
The couple had previously arranged for their families to have lunch together at the club.

Beca plays innocent throughout the entire meal, teasing Rafe all the time - giving him the classic 'fuck me eyes', whispering dirty things, "accidentally" brushing her hand against him - and Rafe could barely contain himself, almost begging his girlfriend to let him fuck her right then and there, in front of everybody.

But he knew she wouldn't cave in, and that once she did, it would be on her terms. So the only thing left, was for him to pretend not to notice, while sitting agonizingly through lunch.

MONDAY
She wore a tight small skirt and a matching top. After seeing her, he spent the whole class in the bathroom.

TUESDAY
Beca wore a flowery dress, did some light make up and put on my best damsel in distress face.

Rafe picked her up and drove them to school. He opened the car door for his girlfriend and, as she was getting out Beca "accidently" dropped her bag. The girl quickly kneeled down, gripping Rafe's thigh for support, and looked deep into his eyes, which made a bunch of unholy thoughts appear into his mind.

After that, Beca didn't see her boyfriend anymore that day.

WEDNESDAY
Rebeca opted for tight jeans, "Rafe's favorite jeans", that she knew would drive him nuts.

He always said that those jeans complimented her ass, making it look bigger and sexier. And everytime that she wore those pants, the couple would always end up fucking somewhere.

From the moment he saw Beca that day, he made it his personal goal to avoid seeing her. But it was worthless, considering that, on that specific day, they had almost every class together. And knowing that she wouldn't break the 'sex grief' and give in, he didn't even try to convince his girlfriend of having a quickie somewhere, he simply got up and left, with a very visible bulge in his pants.

THURSDAY
Rafe didn't show up to school that day. So Beca went to his house to check if he was feeling okay, although, much to her surprise, Sarah was the one who answered the door and told her that Rafe didn't want to see her, because he was so pissed with the whole 'sex grief' and teasing situation. Which made Beca feel a little bit bad about denying him sex all week.

FRIDAY
Rebeca decided that since it was the end of the sex grief, she would surprise Rafe.

—/—

Beca skipped her classes and went straight to the Cameron's house, to set everything up for when Rafe returned from school.

Thankfully Ward and Rose were in Miami, and Sarah was going out with Wheezie, meaning that the couple had the whole house to themselves.

Once the girl got to his room, she got dressed in some white lacy panties, a little skirt - that barely covered her ass, - a tie that hung loosely around her neck, and no bra, with her chest completely exposed.

She closed the curtains and turned on Rafe's red LED lights (we all know that Rafe is a fan of LED lights).

—/—

Rafe spent the whole morning worrying about why his girlfriend didn't show up to school, but he also couldn't help to be grateful that she was not there, meaning that he wouldn't need to endure any teasing that morning.

After school, he headed back home to shower before going to look for Beca. And considering that Friday was the day that the 'sex grief' was supposed to end, the boy was planning on fucking her senseless.

Once Rafe opened his bedroom door, he froze.

Rebeca was laying in his bed, her ass up, in only a skirt and tie, she was reading something on her laptop and her little giggles echoed around the room, sending shivers down Rafe's spine.

He walked over to her and straddled the back of her thighs, cupping her ass.

He leaned on her back and whispered in her ear, "what a nice way to be welcomed home," Rafe could feel Beca's breath getting heavier, "who is all this for, baby girl?"

"For my handsome boyfriend," she answered his question, while turning her head to face him, "I don't think you know him, he's very tall, handsome and goes by the name of Rafe Cameron."

"Really?" He started sucking on her neck, "I think I might know him."

"Yeah, yeah r- really?" she questioned as she stifled a little moan.

"Really," I kissed her weak spot, "and I know for a fact that he is gonna fuck you til you can't think straight anymore."

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Things are about to get STEAMY

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