DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

Rafe wakes up first to the morning screams of the seagulls, his body still heavy with sleep as he turns towards you. Pressing himself against your back, holding you tightly as his boner nestles between your thighs.

His lips presses slow, lazy kisses along your shoulder, down to your collarbone.

Surprisingly soft for being Rafe.

– "You awake baby?" He whispers, hand sliding up under your tank top, cupping your breast, thumb teasing your nipple.

You sigh softly pushing your back against him, feeling just a little too well how hard he is against your ass.

He slips his fingers lower, tracing your stomach before finally finding your core, already slick and wet and ready for him.

He chuckles, – "You're such a slut for me, already this wet and I haven't even started yet"

Two teasing fingers glide over your clit, rubbing in slow, perfect circles as his lips find your neck, sucking gently on the skin.

Your breath hitches as he pushes one finger inside you, then two, pumping them inside you while his thumb is still working your clit.

You moan, hand reaching into his shorts, wrapping your hand around his cock and stroking him slowly from the base to the tip.

He groans into your skin, head tipping backwards, – "Fuck, I need you," he murmurs.

He pulls your leg slightly higher and rubs the head of his cock against your wet folds, teasing you before finally pushing in.

He enters you slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open with a deep, satisfied groan coming from his side.

Once fully inside, he stays there for a moment, saviouring how tight you feel around him, then he starts moving with long, deep thrusts that has the bed creek softly.

After a few minutes he pulls out and flips you onto your back, without asking, just doing, so Rafe.

He climbs between your thighs, looking down at you with that sleepy gaze, his blue eyes so oceanlike that you almost believed that the faint sound of waves along the shore came from them.

He kisses you properly, your tongues dancing together, he pushes back inside, harder this time, immediately setting a steady rhythm.

The wet sounds of him fucking you and skin against skin filling the room.

Your hands move over his back and shoulders, feeling every muscle move as he drives deeper and deeper.

He lowers his head to suck on your nipples, alternating between them while his hips keep rolling, grinding deep every time he bottoms out, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper.

– "You feel so fucking good like this" he breathes against your chest, speeding up his thrusts, now pounding into you with even more force the headboard tapping slightly against the wall.

Your moans grow louder as pleasure builds fast, and Rafe senses it, shifting slightly so his cock hits that perfect spot inside of you with every trust.

You come first, clenching hard around him, back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crash through you.

But Rafe being Rafe, he keeps fucking you through it, talking about how you're being such a good girl for taking it.

So he keeps fucking you, drawing it out until your legs shake and then he flips you again, you don't protest as usual.

You're now standing on all fours, he grips your hips and slides into you from behind, rough groans escaping his mouth behind you. One hand reaching around to rub against your sensitive clit again.

His pace quickens, now more agressive, skin slapping even harder now. – "Shit.. i'm close" he groans.

You push your hips back upwards, meeting every thrust until he buries himself as deep as possible and comes hard. Still pulsing inside you with a long, low moan that vibrates through your whole body.

He keeps moving through his orgasm, filling you completely before collapsing beside you, pulling you into his arms, kissing your forehead. – "Trip to the beach sounds good now huh?"

You laugh, the beach only being a few meters from your yard in your summer house, distant and empty.

Just how you like it.

Rafe Cameron had always been social, he had a huge friendgroup, and everyone on Kildare knew him.

He was Rafe Cameron.

But whenever he was with you, he became quiet and reserved, like he didn't care about you at all.

Like you just were another one of the crazy girls who followed him around on the club, their only goal being to get under his pants.

It wasn't like that at all, you loved him, he was just, Rafe.

Your conversations with him were always short, rarely meant anything and had no dept whatsoever.

But the second your clothes left your body, everything changed and he became a whole other person.

Right now was a moment like that, your clothes were scattered across the floor. Rafe had you on your back, your thighs spread around his waist as he pushed inside you in one slow, deep thrust.

That's when he talked to you, really talked.

– "Fuck, so tight" he moaned, voice low and rough, hips rolling in a steady rhythm. "Fuck.. i've been thinking about this pussy all day"

Your eyes widened, even if it wasn't the first time it happened.

He always did this.

He never spoke in real life but when he had you like this? Oh the words just kept coming, one after one, each one only filthier than the last.

– "Look at me you slut!" He ordered, one hand gripping you chin so that you couldn't look away from him. "Oh you've missed my cock, I fucking know you have"

– "Yes" you gasped, you didn't really have a choice. He actually interacted with you, now he wasn't particularly being nice but oh he could be a lot worse.

He smirked, leaning down, lips brushing your ear as he drove deeper. – "Fuck, you're taking me so well" he groaned, "say it louder, tell me how good I make you feel"

You moaned out his name and he groaned once again in response to the pretty sounds leaving your mouth.

He picked up his pace, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. – "Do you even know how deep I am? You're squeezing me so tight" he kissed you again.

You couldn't help but enjoy the moment, the person you loved most was finally giving you attention. But a part of you ached at the fact that he only ever cared about your body.

Not really about you.

He continued praising you, – "Oh baby, you're so pretty, making such a mess all over me"

One of his hands slid down, fingers finding you clit, circling it as he kept thrusting in desperate motions.

You cried out, your back arching.

He smiled, – "Yeah, right there?" He spoke in a low, rough voice in a tone only Rafe could have.

He kept thrusting, his rhythm not faltering for one second. – "That's it baby, come for me"

Oh he sounded so proud, too proud.

You clenched around him as you came, and he kept fucking you through it, slowing down just enough to let you breathe before picking up his speed again.

– "I love you," he begun, "gonna cum inside you" he continued speaking, hips thrusting at an even faster pace.

I love you.

Oh he hadn't said those words in a long time.

He came with a loud groan, and then he kept speaking. – "You always take me so well, feel so good around me, shit i've missed you"

You smiled at him, you hadn't had a real conversation with him in weeks—and now, that the house was empty and he finally had you in his bed, you mattered to him.

It was sudden, it was fake—and everything he said was so insanely thought through that it almost scared you.

He spoke as if he loved you, as if you were his everything, so that you would want to stay. For him, for yourself.

As if he was the perfect boyfriend he so badly wanted people to think he was.

He was barely a boyfriend, just a fling.

A fling you had been seeing for over a year, a fling you only ever met in the bedroom.

He wasn't the perfect dream boy everyone saw him as.

But atleast he cared.

Even if just a little bit, it was more than he needed to.

Cause you were down bad for him. And you couldn't escape your feelings, no matter how hard you tried.