The Fine Line - Rafe Cameron

Chapter Fourteen

A/N: Warning that this chapter contains sexual content!

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As they entered his room, he wasted no time pressing his lips to hers. His rough hands traveled all along her backside, tugging urgently at her clothes.

Taken aback, she murmured against his lips, "Rafe, Wheezie's down the hallway." Alexandra pulled her arms free from the damp sleeves and tossed her jacket onto the chair by his desk.

"Yeah, so we'll be quiet," he replied casually, connecting his lips back to hers as his warm tongue quickly found its way into her mouth. He let out a quick breath. "Actually...you have to be quiet."

He walked their bodies further into his room, and her fingers gripped firmly onto his biceps, which were prominent even beneath his sweatshirt. "Huh? What do you mean?" she questioned, struggling to speak as he began to nibble on her lower lip.

"You'll see," he reassured, gliding a hand down her stomach to meet the top of her shorts. He made his way inside her underwear, nudging it aside and gathering her growing wetness with his fingers. "Wanna try something."

His mouth left hers, inching its way down her neck as he sucked and licked at the sensitive skin hidden behind her ear. Her hands caressed the back of his neck, running her fingers gently over his skin that was raised with goosebumps. His fingers moved beautifully around her clit, making her stomach flutter.

She inhaled sharply, trying to suppress a moan. "God, I love when you do that..."

He pulled away from her neck, pressing a finger to his lips. "Gotta be quiet."

She tightened her lips together and nodded hazily to him, letting her head fall back as his fingers glided down to her opening. Inserting a finger inside of her, Alexandra quickly covered her mouth, muting the obnoxious sounds threatening to escape. His cold ring pressed against her entrance, making her wince.

Alexandra's free hand quickly worked to slide her shorts and her underwear down to her ankles to allow him more room. Stepping out of them, Rafe paused his movements for a moment to grab her hand and walk her to the other side of his room.

He tugged her body in front of the mirror above his dresser, then sank to his knees before her. Her brows furrowed as she looked down at him, her gaze heavy through her lowered lashes. "What are you doing?"

He brought his calloused hands around to the back of her thighs, his fingers stroking her supple skin for a moment before gently spreading her legs apart. "You see the mirror?" he asked, nodding towards it. "I want you to watch."

Her stomach dropped at his words, and a breathless gasp escaped her lips as she threaded her fingers through his short hair. She gently bit her lower lip, her breath catching as his head moved closer to the inside of her thighs.

"Don't look at me," he strongly demanded, placing a teasing kiss to her pubic bone. "Look at yourself."

Alexandra's half-lidded eyes slowly traveled to the mirror, her focus lazy and unfocused. Rafe's puffy lips found her soaked core; his tongue sloppily drew lines up and down her wet slit. She let out a needy moan when his fingers returned inside of her, her body jolting forward as they curled into the perfect position.

Her body was faintly illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows. With Rafe on his knees, his buzzed head bobbing up and down, and the obnoxious sound of his tongue lapping up her wetness—she didn't know her body was able to feel this weightless.

She began to grind her hips into him, gripping his hair tightly. "Yeah, just like that, Rafe," her eyes fluttering as they began to roll back into her head.