Me and the Devil

14.

⚠️ Sexual Content Warning ⚠️

There's a moment in every kid's life when you feel like anything's possible. When you feel like you've got the total mojo. You could, I don't know, free-climb El Capitan, land on Mars, or, uh... get elected president. The whole world's there for the taking if you've got the sack to go for it.  And then, when you least expect it, some Kook shows up and tells you there's no eternal mystery. And then all that talk about free-climbing and Mars and the president... bullshit. Magic gets cancer and dies. 

“It's not there. Look, just-- just pull the drone up.” John B whispers defeated.

Pope, who I believe just doesn’t want to have stolen the drone for nothing, optimistically replies “Look, we can do another pass. Recharge the battery.” 

“We’ve done it three times! There’s nothing there!” JJ calls from inside the boat, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Shut up!” Kie snaps at JJ. “The gold could be buried, we don’t know.” I can see that the words are setting JJ off, so I step into the captains; area to calm him down before he starts an argument..

“If it was there it would have been picked up on the metal detector, okay? Somebody beat us to it,,” John B explains, a weary edge to his voice.

JJ mutters, “Or it was never even there.” I slip behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. I feel him soften a little, his frustration fading  as I give him a comforting squeeze.

“You're doing great” I whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. A small reminder that even if this hunt ends up empty, we still have each other.

I hear Kiara and PopeI stay beside JJ the entire way back, our silence filled with small reassurances and stolen glances. Tensions are high among us, but we’re still hanging on. 

When we return to The Chateau, everyone heads off in different directions. JJ squeezes my hand three times before walking down the road, and Kiara offers Pope a ride home. Before I can check in with John B, he’s already slipped into his house. That leaves me on my own, so I decide to head to the Cameron’s to see if Ward has any work for me.

Once I arrive, I head straight to Ward’s office to try and avoid the last Cameron I want to see right now. I knock lightly and push the door open, spotting someone in the chair behind Ward’s massive oak desk. Rafe is sitting there, and next to him, perched on the desk is a blonde girl. She’s holding a plastic biggie he just handed her. I turn to leave, but Rafe catches sight of me before I can slip away.

“y/n!” He stands up, knocking the chair to the side in haste. The blonde glances at me with a glare before Rafe waves her towards the door. But before she leaves, she plants a kiss on his cheek, casting a smug look my way as she brushes past me.

When the door clicks shut, Rafe turns to me, his gaze softer. “How are you feeling today?” he asks, stepping closer, his thumb reaching up to graze my cheek.

I slip his hand away, narrowing my eyes. “Are you out of your mind, Cameron!? What the fuck were you thinking, beating up Pope!?” My voice shakes with anger.

For a split second I see a flicker of guilt on his face. But just as quickly, he schools his expression.

“You had the audacity to beat up one of my best friends and then trick me into having sex with you!?” I snap. “Was it all a game to you? See how many Pogues you can fuck in day??”

“Keep your voice down.”He reaches out, his hand covering my mouth, but I shove it off, my frustration only growing.

“No, Rafe. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Leave me and my friends alone.” I turn to leave, but he grabs my wrist before I can step away.

“I told you not to talk to me like that again,” he says, his voice low, almost a growl. 

I try to shake him off. “And what are you going to do about it?”

A single motion, he pulls me around and lets go just in time for me to fall back into the desk chair. I catch myself before I tip over, only to find him looking over me, his eyes dark with the same intensity that always leaves me conflicted. Does he get off on this? Because I think…maybe I do, too.

I start to stand, but his hand presses against my chest, keeping me in place. His fingers trace along my torso as he leans down, his eyes searching mine.

“I told you that next time I might not be able to control myself, and since I’ve already had you it’s even harder now.” 

I look at him. My body is rigid beneath his touch, but not wanting to move away. It’s wrong, I know. But I want him. Again.

Rafe’s hand moves down to the waistband of my shorts and he tugs lightly looking at me with pleading eyes. I nod, giving him permission to proceed. I just can’t help it.

Rafe tugs harder at the waistband this time sliding my shorts down my legs. My bottom half is fully exposed in front of Rafe, who is still kneeling in front of me in the chair. Suddenly extremely aware of how exposed I am, I try to cover myself up with my hands. Seeing my unsurity, Rafe plants a gentle kiss on the inside of my thigh.

“You look perfect, baby” he groans as he continues to plant gentle kisses up my thigh. His thumb brushes over my already wet pussy and it sends a shiver down my spine. 

“Rafe, I need you.” I whisper. And in that same moment, Rafe’s finger slides inside me. I moan as he pushes deeper. He continues to move in and out as his thumb brushes my clit. I feel him stop, and I look at him. He has settled his head between my legs now, and my breath catches. 

His tongue is tentative as it finds my opening, but he extends his tongue down and lightly runs it up from bottom to top, pulling away just before he reaches my clit. He does this again. And again. And again. I can feel me parting in anticipation with every pass, but each time he pulls off closer and closer never quite getting there.

I slide further down the chair and Rafe groans against me. This time he brushes my clit at the end of his stroke. I gasp. He takes it into his mouth and sucks. My hands grip his hair as his tongue flattens out and starts with broad strokes applying more pressure every time. I pull his head deeper into my pussy and his pace quickens. My body stiffens ready for my release, but before I get it Rafe gives me one more pass of his tongue and pulls away. 

“Didn’t think you’d get off so easily for talking to me that way, did you?” He says as he stands and walks out of the office leaving me breathless and pantless in my boss’s desk chair.