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down on the main deck, a group was playing a chaotic, screaming game of pool dibble, the splashes punctuating the heavy heat meanwhile you and caleb had successfully retreated upward.

he was lying flat on his back in soul ties, one arm bent behind his head, his face illuminated by the warm light. you sat cross-legged beside his torso, a piece of paper filled with frantic handwritten games of tic-tac-toe, mash, and half-finished drawings of the islanders, resting in your lap, the ink smudging slightly in the heat.

"okay, be honest." you murmured, tapping the back of her pen against your chin as you looked down at him, trying to speak over the sudden burst of cheers from the pool below. "if you had to pick one person in this villa to survive a zombie apocalypse with—excluding me, because that's the obvious choice—who is it and why?"

caleb didn't open his eyes immediately. a slow, deeply amused smile spread across his face, his jaw shifting as he gave the question genuine thought. "excluding you? that makes it tough." he cracked one eye open, looking up at you with a lazy glimmer in his eyes. "i'm probably picking marcus. the guy who fixes our mics. he looks like he knows how to wire a generator in the dark."

"that is a massive cop-out, caleb." you laughed, leaning down to poke his chest with the capped end of your pen, keeping your voice low so it wouldn't carry down to the deck. "you have to pick an islander. those are the rules."

"you just made those rules up." caleb said, his hand reaching out from his side to wrap around your wrist, gently stopping you from poking him again. instead of letting go, his fingers slid down to interlace with yours, forcing you to drop the pen, and pulling your hand down until it rested flat against his ribs. "but if i have to play the game... i’d pick nobody. i’d just find a quiet corner, wait it out while everyone else fight over the food."

you let out a short snort, shaking your head as you leaned your weight forward, resting your forearms on his chest and looking down at him. "you are entirely too serious for this."

"grounded," caleb corrected softly, his other hand coming up to gently push your hair behind your shoulder. his thumb lingered on your cheekbone, his touch incredibly light, completely contrasting his large frame. "grounded is the word. someone's got to keep our heads level in this place. look at you, you're already planning for the end of the world on a tuesday afternoon."

"only because the alternative is listening to bryce and zach flirt for the fourth time today," you whispered, your eyes softening as you leaned down just an inch closer, your breath brushing his lips.

caleb didn't answer with words. he just shifted his grip on your hand, pulling you down into a slow, unhurried kiss that tasted faintly of the coconut water you'd been drinking all afternoon. below the balcony, the pool game continued with another loud splash and a chorus of groans, but up on the daybed, it was just a quiet moment wrapped in kisses and lazy banter.

  you and caleb had taken to inventing your own entertainment while the others bickered in the distance.

you were lying side-by-side in ‘my type on paper’, ostensibly napping under the shade while the rest of the villa busy getting ready for the evening. your head was pillowed on his bicep, your fingers idly tracing the seams of his swim trunks.

"alright, your turn." you whispered, your voice low enough that it wouldn't carry across the lawn. "track four on the playlist for the drive home from the airport."

caleb closed his eyes, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he played the mental jukebox in his head, tuning out the sound of a hair dryer buzzing from the girls' dressing room upstairs. "track four has to be classic r&b. something smooth like ‘burn’ by usher."

"caleb" you said, sounding mock-offended, though a grin tugged at the corner of your lips. "i fully expected you to hit me with some luke combs or morgan wallen." you teased, tilting your head up to look at him. "what do you know about usher?"

caleb let out a low rumble of a laugh, the vibration moving through his chest right beneath your cheek. he opened one eye, giving you a playful, knowing look. "first of all, ouch. second of all, i have layers. you can't just pigeonhole me into country music because i look the part."

"oh, really?" you raised an eyebrow, shifting slightly to rest your chin on his chest. "so you're saying you've got soul?"

 "i’m saying ‘burn’ is a masterpiece." he corrected smoothly before you could reply, caleb cleared his throatkeeping his voice down so it wouldn't carry to the production crew, but putting his absolute all into the delivery, he started singing directly to you.

"tell me why i should stay in this relationship" he sang, his voice dropping into a dramatic, hushed falsetto right against your ear."when i'm hurting, baby… i ain't happy, baby..."

“i think that you should let it burn…” your jaw dropped, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle him before a producer caught on.

caleb’s eyes snapped open, sparkling with pure mischief as he kissed the palm of your hand until you pulled it away. "see? i got soul," he whispered, his thumb resuming its slow circle against your shoulder. "besides, we need a breather after being trapped on an island with twenty people screaming over who left the toilet seat open. usher brings the peace."

you laughed softly, watching a few of the guys walk around the corner toward the kitchen, completely oblivious to your conversation. "fine. i'll give you usher. but track five is mine."

"lay it on me," caleb murmured, closing his eyes again, content to just melt into the heat of the afternoon and the quiet rhythm of your voice as you both let the rest of the villa fade away entirely.

his jaw was tight, his lips parted and arms crossed like he wanted to say something but couldn't quite find the words.

 “what, rafe?” you pull the visor down, opening the mirror, inspecting your lashes before turning back towards him. they were still intact so what was he staring at?

 he didn't answer right away. instead, he reached out, fingers brushing under your chin, tilting your face toward the light filtering through the windshield. his thumb grazed the soft skin beneath your eye, his gaze flicking between your lashes and your lips like he was debating something.

 "you just..." he exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "you look so pretty."

 “i know” you spoke.

 he didn’t respond, his gaze dropping lower, taking in every inch of you like he was memorizing it. he could feel the rush of heat spreading through him as he admired the way your lashes framed your face, how the slight glow of the makeup you wore enhanced the natural beauty you already had. it made him want you.

 the way he looked at you with intensity, like he was seeing you for the first time— sent a shiver down your spine.

 his hand moved instinctively, rough fingers brushing against your jaw before trailing down to your neck. his thumb grazed your throat, and you swallowed, the movement subtle but not unnoticed by him.

 his fingers tightened slightly, his grip sending a slow, burning warmth through your skin. you leaned into it, into him.

 your lips parted, but before words can come out rafe was already leaning in, his lips brushing against yours. the kiss was rough and when you opened your mouth to him, he deepened it, pulling you closer. he could feel the way your body reacted to him, the way you were melting into him, but it only made him want you more.

 his teeth grazed your bottom lip before he bit down, not too hard, just enough to make your breath hitch. he pulled away slightly, lips barely touching yours. still close, he exhaled slowly, his voice low and rough.

 “i’m so hard right now”

 “rafe” you chuckled.

 he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, still tasting you.

 “be good for me.”

 your brows lifted slightly, a smile pulling at your lips. “you can’t wait?” you asked, looking around the parking lot.

 rafe leaned back in his seat. he tilted his head, his smirk lazy, but his eyes still burning into yours. “as a thank you for paying,” he said smoothly, his hand dragging down your thigh, thumb pressing into the soft skin.

 you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “you offered, asshole.” the words were teasing, but the way you were looking at him? that was something else entirely.

 rafe just chuckled, spreading his legs a little wider, adjusting his pants. watching you intently as you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over the consol.

 “you gonna show me how grateful you-”

 his words cut off with a hiss as your hand slid over him, palming him through his jeans. his jaw clenched, eyes flickering shut for just a second before snapping back to yours, darker now.

 a slow breath left him, his fingers squeezing the back of your clothed thigh. "fuck,"

 you only smirked, tilting your head like you weren’t doing anything out of the ordinary.

"what was that?" you teased, pressing your palm a little harder, feeling the way he strained in his jeans.

 rafe’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist— not to stop you, but just to make you slow down.

his eyes bore into yours, daring you to keep playing.

 “you think this is funny?” he muttered, his control slipping.

 you shook his hand off, grabbing the zipper from his jeans and pulling it down excruciatingly slow. you look up at him pulling at the waist band of his boxer briefs before reaching your hand inside and grasping him.

 rafe’s breath hitched the moment your hand gripped him, his whole body going rigid for a split second. his eyes shut for a second as he fought to keep his composure.

 you pull him out, your eyes momentarily leaves his to look down at his cock, his slit glistening with precum. your right hand remains wrapped around the base of his length while a manicured finger spread the precum around his tip.

 you flatten your tongue licking from his shaft to his tip, coating your tongue with his precum causing his stomach tighten at the sensation.

 rafe’s hand moves up your thigh, past your ass and to the waist band of your leggings before pulling them down mid thighs. his hand retracts back before landing a hard smack on your left cheek causing you to whimper. you couldn’t help the feeling of your cunt fluttering.

 “stop teasing” he groans, rubbing the spot in circles as if to soothe it.

 you wrap your lips around him, swirling your tongue around his swollen head. he throws his head back with a sigh, his hands threading your hair and gathering it into a make shift ponytail.

 rafe unintentionally bucks his hips up as you begin to bob up and down, hungrily working causing you to gag around him. your hand makes its way to his thigh, stilling him.

 “look at me” he pulls your hair, tilting your head up. you pull back, saliva strings connected from your mouth and his cock. tears kissing your waterline and chin shinny with drool. he lets out a low groan as your dark eyes meet his again.

 “those pretty eyes”

 you let out a moan at the praise. you pressed his cock against your lips, spitting and letting it slide down his length. your hands slowly moved up and down his shaft before you took him back into your mouth.

 his hand grips the back of your head and pushes it down forcing you down your throat. the feeling him twitching in the back of your throat has you squeezing around nothing.

 “shit, you make me feel so good”

 you tapped his thigh repeatedly, struggling to breath. the tears that formed in your eyes now falling. he pulls you back allowing you to catch your breath. you cough, spit pooling around the base of his cock.

 you part your lips to speak but a rough thrust into your open mouth, shuts you up immediately. you cup his balls with your hand and massage them, causing his breathing to hitch. rafe’s moaning now louder than before.

 “fuck— i’m gonna cum”

 he doubles over, pulling out of your mouth, roughly grabbing your chin and stroking his cock covered in spit in his fist causing it to twitch and his balls to tighten as he releases thick ropes of his cum on your face.

 your eyes flutter open, sitting up on your knees. your eyes widening the second you took in your reflection. his cum coated your brand new lashes, your now swollen lips, your tear stained cheeks and even made it in your hair. you let out a sharp breath, glaring at rafe through the mirror before snapping it shut.

 “you fucking asshole” she hissed, landing a smack against his chest.

 rafe barely flinched, catching your wrist with ease, his grip firm but not rough. he held your hand there, pressed against his chest, feeling the way your pulse raced under his fingers. a slow, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. his eyes, filled with amusement, flickered over your face, taking in every detail— your narrowed eyes, your pout, the way you were still breathing heavily.

 before you could get another word out, his fingers wrapped around your neck again, pulling you in as his lips crashed against your. his kiss was rough, demanding, like he wanted to remind you exactly who was in control.

 "shut up," he muttered against her lips, voice low, rough.

 you barely had time to respond before he pulled back, his thumb brushing over your cheek, picking up some of the evidence of what just happened. then, without a second thought, he pushed his thumb between your lips, watching with sharp eyes as your mouth instinctively parted for him.

 "i'll pay to get them done again," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement as he watched her, thumb pressing against her tongue.

 “now quit whining.”

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