summary.) the tension between you and Rafe becomes unbearable
warnings.) dry humping/cum in pants
The sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed in the distance, but it barely registered. You were focused on the space between you and Rafe Cameron. It was late, much too late for a conversation, or for anything that was supposed to be normal, but here you were, standing in the dim light of the Chateau, The clamber of the Pogues and some of Rafe's friends seeping from inside.
Rafe was leaning against the counter, a beer in hand, his posture relaxed in a way that belied the intensity in his eyes. He wasnât saying much, he was just watching you and studying you like you were the only thing worth looking at in the room.
You had no idea how things had gotten this way, how the tension between you had turned from simple annoyance to something much more complicated. His presence in the room was electrifying, one look from him and your heart would start to race, your breath hitching for reasons you couldnât explain.
"You're quiet tonight," you finally said, breaking the silence but only half-meaning it. It wasnât like Rafe to be quiet. Usually, he had something to say, whether you wanted to hear it or not.
He smirked, and that smirk made your pulse spike in a way that unsettled you. "Maybe Iâm just letting you catch up."
The challenge in his voice made something inside you tighten. You met his eyes, the space between you two feeling suddenly smaller, the air thick with something unspoken. It was the kind of tension that built without either of you acknowledging itâtwo people standing so close, but neither willing to make the first move. Not yet.
âI donât need to catch up,â you replied, your voice steady, but you could feel the edge in it. You werenât sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.
Rafe stepped closer, just enough to close the gap between you two, but not enough to make the contact feel like anything more than a promise. His presence was overwhelming, his height and the way he loomed over you making it impossible to ignore him. âYou sure about that?â he asked, his voice low, barely a whisper, but it held so much weight, so much meaning.
Your breath hitched in your throat. You didnât trust yourself to speak. You couldnât look away from his gaze, those piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that felt like it was pulling you under.
âI donât need to explain myself to you, Rafe,â you said, though the words felt flimsy, like you were saying them out of habit rather than belief. You didnât know why, but every time you were near him, every time he looked at you like that, you lost track of your own thoughts. You wanted to fight it, to pull away, but there was something about him you couldnât ignore.
Rafe didnât say anything. He just took another step closer, his gaze never wavering, his jaw tight, the slight tension in his body obvious. You could feel the heat of him now, the warmth of his skin just a breath away.
âMaybe you donât want to explain,â he murmured, his voice rough, like it had been waiting for this moment. âMaybe you just want to feel it.â
The way he said it, so certain, so knowing, made your heart race. It was like he was reading your mind like he knew exactly what was going through your head, even though you werenât sure yourself.
You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing. But your body didnât listen. Every part of you was aware of him nowâthe slight edge of his breath, the smell of him, the sharpness of his gaze. You could almost feel the pull between you, the space between your bodies becoming charged with something raw and electric.
âI donâtâŚâ You started, but the words caught in your throat. You wanted to say something, push him away, but your body betrayed you.
Rafe was too close now. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the power in the way he stood. There was a force to him that you couldnât deny, couldnât ignore. His lips parted slightly, like he was about to say something elseâbut before he could, you found yourself leaning forward, your lips crashing against his without thinking, without planning it.
The kiss was immediate, urgent, as though you both had been waiting for this moment to come. His hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into it, the other resting on your waist, pressing you closer to him. You felt wetness pool in your underwear. It was messy at firstâhungry, desperateâbut it was everything you had been holding back.
You were both breathing heavily now, the taste of him on your lips, the heat of his body pressing against yours. You could feel his pulse, feel the way he was responding to you, like you were both trying to figure out if this was something that was happeningâor something that was about to happen.
Rafe pulled back, just slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes still locked on yours, searching. âThis what you wanted?â he asked, his voice low, like he was both questioning and daring you at the same time.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you couldnât think clearly, but you knew one thing for sure: you didnât want him to pull away. Not yet. You nodded.
Rafe's lips found yours again, this time filled with even more hunger. The kiss was sloppy, you could feel Rafeâs hardness pressing against your stomach.
He grabs your thighs, lifting you effortlessly, never breaking the kiss, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He sits down on one of the raggedy wooden chairs near you guys, placing you on his lap. His hard cock now pressed right where you needed him most. He starts to slowly move your hips against his.
âRafe!â you gasp, pulling away from the kiss. âWhat if they come out here?â you examine Rafe, his eyes glassy and lips swollen and red. âLet them.â
You gasp into his lips as he continues to move you against him. The added layers of clothing between you only add to the friction to your clit. âFeels good?â He mutters against your lips. You hum against him. He groans. âAlways knew you were a slut.â His words make you moan into his mouth. âFuck Rafe.â You whimper. You pull away from his lips fully. Tucking your head into the crook of his neck. Rafe starts kissing down your neck. He starts slowly thrusting his hips into yours adding to the pleasure pulsing through you.
âFuck baby,â He groans ââGonna cum.â He mutters, quickening the pace of his thrusts. âMe too!â you moan. Rafe grabs my hair to use as leverage for his thrusts. You felt the knot snap in your stomach, releasing your orgasm into your panties. Rafe did the same. Our movements both slow as we ride out our orgasms. After we both catch our breaths Rafe places a soft kiss on my cheek âFuck baby now I 'gotta change my pantsâ He chuckles tracing his hands along your waist.
