WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Eighty-Two (Alana)

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

Alana

Two days later

            I've been hiding in this room with Rafe most of the time. And by hiding... I mean fucking Rafe in this room. He's still pissed and wanting to kill JJ so... I keep him tied up. I mean, shit, he fucking likes it anyways so I have a feeling this is going to be something that follows us home.

            And perhaps his newest revelation of a kink he's found deep inside of himself.

            Honestly, I should have realized years ago that it was something he enjoyed. Just from all the nights we spent together and even the way he looked at me for a while... I should have known he enjoyed it all.

            "Alright... I'm in pain." I tell Rafe. "I'm going to go take a walk up and see how everyone's doing up there... You need anything?"

            Rafe sucks his bottom lip for a moment and nods. "I need that pussy on my tongue again."

            "I need to let the bruising on my thighs heal." I tell him before I kiss his lips gently, rising to my feet and heading for the door. "I'm serious though. Do you want anything to eat that isn't my pussy? Anything to drink that isn't-"

            "God I fucking love when you squirt." Rafe groans and I see his cock twitch against his jeans. "Alana, please.. I'm so fucking turned on right now."

            "You've been turned on for two days and I don't know how to shut it off." I shouldn't complain but holy fuck.

Being fucked for damn near forty-eight hours straight is something that actually fucking hurts. I don't even understand how he still has come in his balls. At this point I don't think he even has any little swimmers left in him either.

            "Be quick..." He pouts. "I want you. I fucking love you, Alana... I love every inch of you. And I want every inch on my tongue. I want to savor every last drop. I want- Fuck.. You know what I want."

            "I know." I smirk. "Later, I promise."

            He nods. "Maybe I could try to nap... But it'd be easier without the rope on my wrists."

            I shake my head at him and wag my finger. "Nope. Not happening, Clyde. Not until you can control yourself. I love you but for the sanity of everyone else here? You're staying locked up down here."

            "At least come back soon..." He pouts more. "I'm getting restless."

            I salute to him. "Scout's honor, Clyde. I'll be back."

            Up on the deck JJ has a bottle to the face. I haven't been able to face him since the other night when he walked in on Rafe devouring my pussy. Something that JJ himself was never even able to accomplish. We made out and he fingered me a few times in the three years that we had been together. Nothing more than that. Aside from once in a while I'd give him head but he'd get antsy and want more and I just was never ready for that.

            "Jesus." I say looking at the bottle. "You're about three sheets to the fucking wind, aren't you?"

            "This?" JJ holds the bottle. "Same one I've been savoring for the past few days."

            "Doesn't make you any less drunk right now." I say sitting across from him. Cards sprawled on the table top. "You playing by yourself?"

            He shakes his head. "John B and I... We just got into it."

            "Over cards?"