Rafe woke up with a raging hard-on, his cock thick and tenting his briefs. And it only brought his thoughts back to the night before.
Kie obviously wasn't up since he wasn't being bitched at yet this morning. Too bad, it might've turned him on even more. Something about her. The way she looked at him with pure disgust. He liked the honesty of it. He didn't have to pretend to be good around her. She knew exactly who he was and accepted it.
And the way she looked at him while he had pumped into her last night– God , his cock was hard almost to the point of pain. He wasn't going to be able to ignore it, so he rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom attached, hopping in the shower.
He stroked himself quickly, thinking of the way her caramel skin looked against his. The way her pussy felt around him, amplified by her whimpering moans. She had been just as hot for him as he was for her. All of that hate fueled into passionate lust-filled fucking. Making his dick throb even harder. He loved the insults, the glares, the curl of her lips whenever he opened his mouth. The way his name sounded on her lips.
He knew she'd look fucking perfect around him, and she did. And when his mouth was on her pussy, too. And, fuck, she even tasted amazing. He could've probably gone another round last night after watching her come on his fingers like that. It was something he could've easily gotten addicted to. The best drug.
The water ran down his head and neck as he stroked quicker, coming undone in his hand, images of Kie swirling around his mind.
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After pulling on some swim trunks Rafe called the Coastguard again and had a much better conversation. They were sending someone over now. He rattled off their coordinates and then pulled on a fresh linen shirt, not bothering to button it, before heading out to the main cabin.
"Kie," he said, tapping on the door of the bedroom she had stomped into last night. She didn't answer, and he thought about going in but noticed there was a glass of water on the kitchen counter. She was already up.
He exited the inner cabin and squinted in the bright sunlight. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was beautiful out, all things aside. Too bad they couldn't enjoy it.
Rafe started to climb up the ladder to the helm but he stopped when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye.
Kie was standing at the edge of the boat, still in her silk pajamas from the night before. The wind made them cling to her body. He wanted to rip them off.
"Coastguard will be here in an hour." he said, coming up beside her.
"Great." Kie said curtly. She gripped the railing tightly and silently scanned the horizon.
"What's your deal?" he asked, leaning against the metal bars.
"Last night was a mistake." Her words came out in a rush, like she had been holding them in for a long time.
"Oh. Yeah, totally." Rafe nodded, looking out across the water. His mouth turned down as he nodded, careful not to give away how he felt about last night. Which was that he couldn't stop thinking about it.
"We can never do that again."
"Never." Rafe agreed. But just referring to it now was making him hard. He was insatiably horny in her presence, always. It had taken everything in him not to lay her down on the bed in Singh's house when they were being held there together. He was going to fuck her again. He had to.
"Good. Glad we're on the same page." Kie said, eyes still on the horizon.
Her body was stiff. Anyone else would've read it plainly as discomfort, but Rafe knew now how she operated. The hate was fuel to the fire. She was probably dying to have his cock inside of her again.
