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my big three in stranger things!!
hereâs a little wip between commissions <3
cherry wine - firefighter!rafe
* âź â ËïœĄđŠč âïœĄÂ°â© à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË âź â ËïœĄđŠč âïœĄÂ°â© âË â
summary: who knew career day would involve a hot sexy mustached firefighter wanting to take you on a date.
warnings: teacher!reader x firefighter!rafe, mutual pining, fluff, a little self doubt, lots of flirting, sexual innuendos, talk of sex but no smut
an: that pic is how I picture firefighter!rafe, I donât think I need to elaborate any more. title will make more sense in the second part, hope you all enjoy!! & yes this will be a part 2 of the date hehehe. I did not proof read this so my bad
masterlist - part two
* âź â ËïœĄđŠč âïœĄÂ°â© à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË âź â ËïœĄđŠč âïœĄÂ°â© âË â
This day could not end sooner. I had been the most chaotic day trying to consistently wrangle a bunch of nine year olds. It was the third gradeâs career day at the school you taught at.
The day has been filled with moving from station to station and learning about new careers. Some were a little more interesting than others. It was hard to get the kids to leave the lizard wrangler but they didnât care much for the optometrist.
Some of the lovely volunteers were kind enough to provide treats for the kids which only made their energy sky rocket. It was your first year teaching and even though you felt confident in your abilities to handle the kids you still tripped up a bit. A kid scraped his knee running from the hair stylist to the park ranger. You were a bit busy untangling a brush out another students hair to tell him not to run. It had been a lot.
Now it was nearing closer to the bell ringing and your weekend starting. You were definitely going to need a drink after today. Career day led up to the fire department coming and showing the kids every tool, button, and switch on their trucks. It would give you and your fellow teachers some time to relax as they all sat around the parking lot waiting for them to arrive.
âYou survive today?â Martha asked as she stood next to you. The two of you started at this school together, both being first time teachers. That alone strengthened the immediate bond you had with the curly haired woman.
You let out a tired laugh, âBarely, you?â
She nodded, âBarely.â
You looked around briefly to make sure students werenât listening to you two, âWinnieâs tonight?â
She grinned happily, âThought youâd never ask. I could use a drink or ten.â
âAgreed.â You nodded.
Thatâs when you all spotted the two trucks approaching. The kids started to cheer and scream as they honked.
Martha leaned in to murmur, âAt least we get to end the day with hot men with mustaches.â
Thatâs when it hit you. You hadnât even thought about that all day. Now your hair was a mess and your light makeup all practically gone.
âI didnât even think about that. I look like a mess,â You muttered.
âOh please you look good. Even after wrangling twenty five children all day.â
You nudged her with a grin. The trucks parked in front of the students and the firefighters began filing out. The principal stood in front introducing them and what they were going to do.
Martha was right. Hot fireman indeed. There were six guys and they all began introducing themselves. You tried your hardest to pay attention to each one and watch your kids, but it was hard when one particular firefighter stood out.
He looked younger than the rest with his bleached hair and untrimmed mustache. His biceps bulged in his navy tee shirt as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked so big and broad you wanted to melt. His eyes scanned the crowd as the guy next to him began introducing himself. Thatâs when his eyes passed you and did a double take. At least thatâs what you hoped that was. He made eye contact with you and a small smirk began forming on his lips. Not looking away as your face began to heat up from his stare.
You looked away briefly as your nerves bubbled. When you looked back he was still looking at you and that smirk had gotten wider. Even when it was his turn to introduce himself he didnât look away.
âHi everyone Iâm Rafe, Iâve been a firefighter for three years now. I also help train the new fire dogs to be able to help us out when we need them,â He finished giving the crowd a big smile. He finally looked away from you as he rubbed his mustache.
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The presentation was supposed to be and hour but it somehow felt like five minutes. Probably because you couldnât look away from someone in particular. He was just so handsome. The way his back muscles tightened and arms bulged as he picked things up had you feeling butterflies in places you didnât know were possible.
This was not like you to get so dumbstruck by a man. You should know better that attractive fireman should not be trusted. But damn was he good to look at.
Rafe was grateful that he had decided to sign up to volunteer for career day at the schools. He liked seeing how excited kids got at their job so he was doing it solely for that. He didnât expect to lay eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. At first he thought the teachers were all going to be his momâs age older, but nope. He had been very wrong.
lavender haze - rafe cameron
summary: Rafe worked hard to get his life on track after years of self destruction. Now life was mundane and he liked it that way. Until he changes his routine and someone winds up in your doorway with a holiday sweater on. His bright optimistic neighbor may be what heâs always needed to feel whole again.
warning: SMUT, neighbor!reader x rafe, grumpy x sunshine kinda, strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pining, cursing, alcohol, mentions of drugs/drug abuse, dirty talk, pinv, oral (fem rec), cream pie (sorry), fingering (sorry again)
an: hi! clearing out my drafts. I started this in 2023 LOL but now I finished it. I kinda feel like I rushed the ending so sorry if it feels that way. I was indeed hanging out with penjamin while writing this. THIS IS LONG !!
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Friday again.
The start of what would have been another weekend of fancy dinners, boring conversations, and drunk millionaires subtly trying to brag about all their new investments.
Usually on Fridayâs after his end of the week meeting heâd go to the gentlemanâs club and smoke a cigar. Heâd use the time to reply to the few people from back home he still kept in contact with.
Then heâd go to dinner with associates or potential business partners if he needed to but he tended to avoid them as much as possible. Itâd be at some five star restaurants where the portions would leave Rafe still hungry and that empty feeling in his chest would get bigger. After dinner heâd go to a bar and have a scotch if he still felt restless, catch up with his favorite bartender Lenny.
Then heâd go home to his cold quiet apartment. The living room and kitchen illuminated by the floor to ceiling windows. His minimalistic style making the room feel lonelier. Heâd sigh loosen his tie and down a glass of water. Heâd shower and maybe watch an episode of Itâs Always Sunny in Philadelphia then go to bed. It was the usual routine of the weekend, he never strayed too far from it.
For a guy who had every thing and could get anything he wanted he felt so empty.
After Rafe turned his life and career around he slowed down. No more drugs, blacking out, and late night partying. Just cigars, one glass of scotch or champagne, and his focus on his company. He decided drowning himself in work was a lot better than drowning in booze and drugs. He also wanted to make his sisterâs happy, he didnât want them to worry about him anymore. It wasnât their job to look after their big brother. He was supposed to look after them.
It took them showing up at his doorstep and dragging him to a family intervention to realize that. Heâd never forget the look on their faces when he opened the door to them. He was already drunk wiping dust off his nose and sporting a swollen black eye, it was only eight in the morning.
Rafe would go radio silent for days not telling anyone anything. Heâd be partying somewhere in some part of the world ignoring calls from his family and real friends. Then his dad passed and he got worse. His path of self destruction led to Sarah or Wheezie bailing him out of jail more than a couple times. Or theyâd get a call from some hospital that Rafe was there after being beaten to a bloody pulp.
They couldnât take it anymore so they forced him to go to either get clean on his own and get his shit together or he goes to rehab. They couldnât watch him continue down the path he was on.
âźâË rafe finishes too quickly and becomes determined to make it right.
warnings â 18+ MDNI. premature ejaculation. smut. creampie.
cherieâs note â take a shot everytime i used an emdash (â) fr. having family over this week, so posting is still going to be a little inconsistent but i'm trying! i missed you cuties. (âáŽâ)
you barely had time to process how perfect it felt â how right it was to finally have rafe inside of you. how thick his cock felt inside of you, nice and full, your warm velvet walls morphing to fit snug around him. how it seemed to split you open in a way that made your mind dizzy, brain too foggy with the feeling of him so deep inside of you â before it all unraveled.
his hips stutter the second he bottoms out, his breath hitching sharp against your throat, one strong arm braced beside your head. his other hand is trembling where it clutches at your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh like he was struggling to hold himself together.
"f-fuck," he gasps, voice cracking. his eyes screw shut, "babyâi'm gonnaâshit, i can'tâ"
you blink up at him through your lashes, flushed and dazed. your heart pounds from the stretch, and then the sudden stillness. "what?"
he buries his face in your neck, his whole body tensing against yours.
"rafe."
his hips twitch once â just once âand then he groans, low and broken and almost embarrassed, as you feel him spill inside of you before either of you have even moved. one deep thrust and he's done â the warm, sticky foreign feeling flooding your cunt for the very first time.
"fuck," he says again, softer now, like he's not even talking to you â more to himself, if anything. "fuck me, i'm so fucking sorry, baby."
he doesn't move. just stays there, breathing hard, his weight starting to sink heavier into you as the silence stretches. you can feel how wrecked he is, breathing uneven in small pants. his pulse races against his skin, eyes squeezing shut with a frustrated sigh.
"rafe..."
his voice comes out rough, barely above a whisper. "i didn't mean to. you were justâyou felt so fucking good, and i couldn't help it. iâgod, i swear i can go againâjust, give me a minuteâ"
your kiss-swollen lips part, but no words come out â not at first. you're still catching your breath too, blinking through the haze of surprise and something softer, a little warmer. your thighs twitch around his waist, still trembling from the stretch, but it's not frustration that curls in your chest. it's something closer to disbelief.
he came â just from being inside of you. one thrust, and he fell apart.
he's still trying to hide, forehead pressed to your neck like maybe if he stays there long enough, hidden away from the world, the shame of it all might not eat him whole. like maybe you'd forget it even happened in the first place.
you thread your fingers through the damp hair at the nape of his neck, fingers gentle and steady. "hey," you murmur. "look at me."
he doesn't move.
you tug lightly, "rafe."
he lifts his head just enough for you to see his face, flushed red with embarrassment. lashes still a little damp, brows pinched with guilt. "you don't have to say it," he starts hoarsely. "i know it'sâfuck, i ruined it."
your hand finds his cheek, thumb brushing the hot skin beneath his eye. he looks so different now â vulnerable. like every shred of masculinity within him had been crumbled to pieces as a result from a single mistake. "you didn't ruin anything."
his brows knit tighter, almost like he doesn't believe.
"rafe," you whisper, voice firmer now. "do you have any idea what it means that you lost control like that?"
he just stares at you, breathing uneven â cerulean eyes shifting over your face, trying his best to read your mind, predict what might happen next.
you offer a small, shaky smile. "you barely touched me. you felt me and came. that kind ofâ" you laugh once, still breathless. "âinsane. kind of hot, actually."
he groans again, this time with more anguish than lust. "don't say that. i swear, give me like five minutesâmaybe lessâi just needâ"
you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before he has another chance to speak. "i'm not mad."
"but you didn't evenâ" he starts, eyes wide, ashamed.
"yet," you cut in, grinning softly. "you're gonna make it up to me, remember?"
his throat bobs as he swallows, gaze locked on yours, and you can see the shift in him â the hunger of the moment creeping back behind the guilt, bright blue eyes flooding with something dark. the desperation to fix it. to prove something.
and if not to you, then to himself.
ᯠFIGHT CLUB! áŻ
ᯠboxer!rafe x medstudent!reader áŻ
You donât notice him at first.
Youâre too busy muttering under your breath about JJ Maybank and all the ways youâre going to kill him when this night is over. Your scrubs are wrinkled, your hairâs half-fallen out of its bun, and you can practically feel the dried ink of your notes still smudged across your fingertips. Twenty hours awake, three cups of coffee down, and instead of sleep, youâve been dragged to some warehouse reeking of sweat and stale beer because JJ swore he âneeded a medic.â
You donât even look up when someone sits on the rickety stool in front of you, bleeding onto the floor like itâs no big deal.
âMaybank,â a low voice drawls, rough-edged and a little smug. âYou bring me a nurse now? Thatâs cute.â
Your gaze flicks up, annoyed.
You were not a nurse. Definitely not.
Heâs broad-shouldered, skin slick with sweat, a split blooming red across one sharp eyebrow. Knuckles raw, smirk tugging lazy at his lips like the worldâs already his and heâs just waiting for you to catch on. His eyes, blue, unsettling, too focused, skim over your face like heâs trying to place you.
âMed student,â you correct, sharper than you mean to be, already reaching for gauze. âAnd youâre lucky Iâm here at all.â
He laughs under his breath, the kind of sound that makes your pulse jump against your will. âMed student. Fancy. Guess I should sit still then.â
âYou should shut up,â you mutter, pressing gauze to his eyebrow with no warning, causing him to flinch and suck in a breath. His smirk twitches, then falters when you donât ease up at his flinch.
For a second, itâs quiet, just your steady hands, his shallow breath, the distant roar of the crowd still high off the fight.
âYou always this bossy?â he asks finally, voice softer, like heâs trying to peel something from you.
âYou always this bloody?â you shoot back without looking up.
That makes him grin again, teeth flashing crimson where his lipâs split. âDepends on the night.â
You tape the bandage down harder than necessary. âWell. Try not to die on mine.â
His gaze lingers. He doesnât say anything. But when JJ claps him on the shoulder and calls him champ, he doesnât take his eyes off you. Not once.
RAFE CAMERON WHEN⊠HEâS NEEDY.
Rafe wasnât usually the type to beg. At least, not out loud. But the way he grabbed for you tonight, restless and impatient, told a different story.
Heâd barely let you through the door before his mouth was on your neck, his hands skating under your shirt like he couldnât stand another second of space between you. His voice was rough in your ear, every word edged with a desperation you rarely heard from him.
âNeed you. Right now. Canâtâfuck, canât wait.â
He sounded raw, almost broken by how much he wanted you, and the power of it sent a shiver down your spine. You let him back you against the wall, his chest pressing flush to yours, his thigh slotting between your legs. He rocked into you shamelessly, the hard line of his body telling you exactly how badly he needed relief.
You smirked, brushing your lips against his just enough to make him chase the kiss. âYouâre impatient tonight, Cameron.â
âDonâtââ his hands dug into your hips, breath hitching when you shifted against his thigh. âDonât tease me. Please.â
The last word left his mouth like a secret, like something heâd regret if you didnât give in, but it only made you wetter. You slid a hand into his hair, tugging until he groaned into your mouth, finally kissing you like he was starved. His tongue slid against yours, needy and messy, his rhythm faltering because he was too desperate to slow down.
When your hand slipped lower, palming him through his jeans, his knees almost buckled. âBabyâgod, I need you,â he rasped, head falling to your shoulder. âBeen hard for hours just thinking about you.â
You laughed softly, stroking him harder, feeling the way he rutted into your palm. âSo needy. Didnât think the Rafe Cameron begged for anything.â
His head snapped up, eyes dark and blown wide. âFor you? Yeah. Always for you.â
That admission snapped the tension like a rubber band. He tore at your clothes until they were half-off, stumbling with you to the couch, his mouth never leaving your skin. He was clumsy with how fast he wanted you, but it only made you ache moreâhe didnât care about anything but getting inside you.
When he finally thrust into you, he moaned like it was the first breath after drowning. He held you so tight, hips snapping, his words spilling into your ear like prayers.
âPerfectâso fucking perfect. Mine. Donât care if I sound desperate, justâfuckâdonât let go.â
And with the way his body trembled against yours, you knew he meant it.
CATER 2 U
synopsis. rafe knew you werenât a hardcore partygoer. but every once in a while, youâd indulge him and come along. pairing. rafe cameron x reader content. lowkey fluffy. dotting boyfriend (mans down bad). slight jealousy. alcohol. word count. 1.1k
the moment you walked in, rafe was already in protector mode. he found you a comfortable spot to sit, clearing the area like a professional bodyguard.
âhere, baby,â he said, handing you your kindle, which heâd thoughtfully grabbed from the car. âbrought this just in case you needed it.â he crouched down in front of you, his hand brushing against your knee as he smiled softly. âwater or soda? unless youâre planning on drinking tonight. your choice, sweetheart.â
you shook your head, amused at how seriously he was taking this. but you knew it was just his way of making sure you were comfortable in a space that wasnât naturally yours.
let me b-a-n-g baby
rafe cameron x fem!virgin reader
summary: âshe told you she celibate, but she told me i can nail her shitâ - nle choppa
warnings: smut, loss of virginity, dirty talk, reader seems sweet and innocent but is secretly dirty, dom!rafe, sub!reader, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected piv sex, a spank, creampie, slight breeding kink, daddy kink, cheating, reader has a boyfriend that is not rafe, degrading, praise, cursing, celibacy but not specified why
obv this is based on gang baby by nle choppa
God, you drove Rafe fucking crazy.
Wearing those skirts that were normal length around your family, but hiked up to barely cover your ass around him.
Whenever Rafe would see you with your boyfriend, you always seemed so uninterested, giving him looks with your pretty eyes.
He just wanted you so bad.
â§âË â i'll show you, rafe cameron
stepbro!rafe x fem!reader
masterlist
synopsis. in which your stepbrother kindly offers to show you porn for the first time.
warnings. stepbro!rafe, innocent!reader (but she's not an airhead), virgin!reader, smut, fingering, rafe putting in just the tip, oral sex (fem receiving), rafe licks his own creampie.
word count. 4k.
author's note. idea by @matts1andonly. english isn't my first language so there might be spelling mistakes, don't hold it against me. enjoy!
it's past midnight when you finally slide out of your bedroom without making a sound. you have been waiting patiently for your mom and ward to go to bed so you can do this without risking getting caught. wheezie is already asleep too, sarah is out with john b somewhere, and rafe left the house earlier, not telling anyone where to, so you know he's going to arrive late, as always.
it's the perfect moment.
rafe's room is down the hallway, so you make your way there quietly not to wake anyone, your barefoot feet making soft footstep sounds when you walk. once there, you open the door as carefully as you possibly can, knowing it creaks every time it gets open. this time, thanks to god, it does not.
you manage to sneak into the dormitory unnoticed, then shut the door behind you. the place is dark, only a faint glimmer of moonlight coming in through his curtains, but you want to lay low, so you don't turn on the lights. by all means, the dim lighting is enough for you to spot what you're looking for.
rafe's mac, laying there on his desk.
what's the point behind all of this? you might be wondering. well, let me answer you real quick. turns out, this handsome, muscled college guy has invited you on a date. problem is, you have never been on a date. you haven't even hold hands with a guy romantically before, much less kissed or fucked one. you simply refuse to come off as a prude, which honestly you are, but that dream of a man doesn't need to know that.
and that's why you have decided that it is a good idea to break into your stepbrother's bedroom and borrow his laptop, since yours broke last week, to watch porn in it for the first time.
He doesnât say âI love youâ often.
He just brings home your favorite drink without asking.
He buys the ugly little pink plushie you pointed at one time three weeks ago and tosses it on the bed like it's no big deal. Doesnât even look at you. Just mutters,
âFigured youâd like it. Donât make it a thing.â
It is a thing. Your chest is full.
You once complained offhandedly about your favorite ramen spot being closed for the day.
The next day he made you ramen. From scratch. With a scowl on his face and flour on his nose.
When you get cold, he doesnât ask. Just grumbles,
âCome here,â and throws a blanket over both of you. arm around your waist, hand rubbing your hip under the fabric.
When youâre sick, he doesnât say a word. Just disappears and comes back with four bags of medicine, three different kinds of soup, and a plushie shaped like a strawberry cow.
The cashier asked if it was for his kid.
He said, âNo. For my wife.â And then made direct eye contact until the guy stopped smiling.
He doesnât show his love loudly. He just gives you the last bite of his food without asking. He puts himself between you and the street when you walk. He silently kneels to help you tie your shoe if youâre struggling with the laces. He gets irrationally angry if your socks are wet.
âWhy didnât you tell me your feet were cold? What am I here for then?â
And when you tell him you love him? He freezes for a second, ears going red. Then mutters, voice low,
ââŠYou know I love you too. You always know.â
DESVYN
The long drive home!
Characters: Jacob Scipio and writer.
Dear diary,
â©Hehehe, look at you and your nosy self.
There's some PG18 stuff I need to share.
As you were!
â©Sooooo, Iâve been dating Jacob for about six months now.
It was my idea to keep it private of course.
Honestly, after loving him from a distance for so long, I just wanted to give it a chance.
You know better than anyone that he's my first boyfriend.
It's exciting but I can't really say I'm not scared.
Just a little. Okay, maybe a lot.
Oh my days what the fork am I saying!
â©Anyway, having flown in this morning he insisted on picking me up after work.
IÂ didnât want him to cause man needed sleep.
The press tour was long and to expect anything from him now was just ridiculous.
We settled on spending the weekend together.
Itâs been a hectic week and sleep was all I wanted really.
I donât think coffee is the answer anymore, might just give myself heart failure at this rate.âšÂ â©Oooo and before we move on with the story, I actually said goodbye to my colleagues before leaving the office today.
Talk about progress.
Still don't really like them though.
Anyways, back to the story.
â©Jacobs black Jaguar pulled up out front.
Sprinting to the car, my first thought was to get the fuck out of there before my colleagues
had something to write about in the group chat.
Forget the butterflies of excitement welling up in my tummy, those villians gossip like fish wives.
â©Jumping in, there he was, you know.
After weeks of FaceTiming he was actually here.
âHiâ I whispered. It was all I could manage in that moment.
No judgement please!
â©Jacobs hair had grown longer.
Dark curls bouncing effortlessly as he moved his head, looking at me then the road again.
I hadn't even realised weâd started moving.
He had one hand on the wheel and the other now resting comfortably on my thigh giving it a slight squeeze.
You know that grip.
The one that makes you all giddy. Ahhhhh!!!
â©Okay, so. My eyes made their way down his face, his skin looked good.
Clear and somehow giving off a glow.
He didnât have any makeup on having had the morning off.
I liked his bare face.
His almond eyes looked more defined against his now darker completion.
Guess the Florida sun agrees with him cause even his lashes looked longer.â©The car came to a sudden stop.
Red light.
Lips parting slowly, his face turned towards me and he finally whispered,
âHi'. You knowwww, the way guys do when they want you to lean in closer cause you can't hear what they're saying.
Hmmmmm, I see you Jacob!
â©I watched him unable to speak.
I had so many things I wanted to tell him about
and so many questions to ask but, nothing.
I just happily stared at the amused expression on his face.
His scent filled my nose as he placed his hand on my cheek, outlining my brow then gliding down to rest on my neck.
âI missed you' he whispered again.
Aaaahhhhh! (Hand on the chest level of excitement)
â©I followed his inspecting eyes as they made their way up my body.
Starting with my stocking covered legs, then a glance at my full thighs.
Eyes stopping at my chest, Jacob slowly released a deep breath then quickly looked me in the eye.
I could feel him moving closer, fingers caressing the short hair on the back of my neck.
Beeeeeeep!
His gaze sharply turned back to the road as the honking snapped us out of the moment.
Seriously!
â©It was a long drive to my apartment.
I'd just started a new job and hadn't found a closer place yet.
Note to self, get that sorted ASAP.
He'd packed a bag for the weekend and had several paper bags I didn't recognise.
I wanted to ask but exhaustion got the better of me.
We drove in silence.
Both of us reluctant to disturb the heavy tension in the air.
We'd said a few words about our weekend plans then continued an amusing dance of stealing glances at each other. â©This was all new to me. I'd never really liked someone this much.
I just wanted to touch him.
Feel the weight of his legs wrapped around me and rest my head on his chiseled chest.
He'd been working out.
I could tell. Jacobs arms had grown bigger more defined.
The dark T-shirt hugged his bicep as he loosely held the wheel.
I could see the outline of his abs under the fitted shirt.
His waist looked smaller against his broad shoulders.
His legs had grown bigger, leaner.
Jacob was holding my hand now, squeezing it lightly, stroking my finger with his thumb.
Keep it together girl!
â©We made a quick stop to get some snacks for the road then continued home.
The heavy atmosphere and smooth car ride made me drowsy.
I wanted to look at him longer but my eyes were fighting a losing battle.
I'd forgotten just how cute he was when he was happy.
Jacobs face broke into a mischievous smile, amused by the drowsy look on my face.
â©'I thought you were excited to see me. How dare you fall asleep.' He chuckled,
admiring my blushing face unaware of the Pervy thoughts flying around in there.
I let out a lazy laugh, pulling his warm hand closer to my chest.
â©Jacob moved his hand down to my legs, slowly caressing my inner thigh.
I looked up at him, eyes half closed.
The sky had grown dark, low lights hitting his face, outlining his now fuller beard.
He looked good, really good.
Jacobs hand slowly made its way further between my legs, strong fingers sliding their way against my tight stockings.
I shifted, slightly parting them in response.
Feeling a strong tug, they ripped making way for his fingers.
Hand lightly tracing the ladder paving its way down my inner thigh, his grip on the wheel tightened.
â©The car stopped.
Red light.
Taking advantage of the short pause, he leaned over, his face right up against mine.
Moving even closer, breathing heavily, I anticipated the feel of his warm, full lips... but he stopped. Such a tease!
His warm breath now flowed into my slightly parted lips.
I was struggling to keep my eyes open but I craved him.
I craved the mouth I hadn't felt for three weeks.
I wanted to bite his plump lip, feel him wince against me then aggressively come back for more.
Invading my mouth, not knowing where his saliva started and mine ended.
Licking the blood off his lip wanting more of him on my tongue.
Girrrrl who are you!
Holding my gaze, he slowly lowered my car seat then turned to face the road.
âRest.' He demanded.
The car started moving again.
âYou fiend' I muttered under my breath.
â©I could feel my body fully relax into the seat as sleep came over me.
But his hand started moving again this time moving closer .
Hhhmmmm This man will be the death of me, I swear.
I'd like to sleep now ,Sir. If you don't mind.'
He let out a deep chuckle, pinching my thigh in the process.
I jumped surprised by the sudden attack.
I smacked his hand and he chuckled again. 'Such a tease' I muttered accusingly.
â©The hand crept even closer caressing back and forth,
reaching its goal then moving away again.
The frustration from exhaustion and this slow seduction had my body screaming.
Eyes closed I grabbed his hand and slowly guided it up to where we both wanted it.
Parting my legs further, I arched my back, moving my hips higher up the seat to give him a better view.
âIâd like to drive if you don't mind' his deep voice tugging at my stomach.
I chuckled leaning my head back giving him a good view of my now exposed throat.
âYou can have your hand back if you need it. You seem to be doing just fine with one'.
âHmmm' he reluctantly moaned in agreement.
â©The car stopped, another red light.
Sitting up, I moved closer to him.
Squeezing his hand tighter between my thighs.
I stared into his eyes, reflecting the GPS light. Moving his other hand off the wheel,
I placed it firmly around my throat, squeezing slightly.
We stared at each other desire hanging heavy in the small space.
Eyes barely open I parted my lips, releasing a slow breath, coated with the smell of Maltesers, his favourite.
My hot breath hit his lips then moved down to his throat.
I swallowed.
Making sure his hand felt every inch of the movement before moving it slowly down to my erect nipple.
Orange light.
Peeling his hand off my breast, I returned it to the wheel.
Moving away, I settled back into my seat, fully closing my eyes.
Green light.
âYou should drive Mr Scipio. Don't want to hold up traffic now do we?â
Running his fingers through his hair, eyes fixated on my charged body, Jacob slowly accelerated.
âYou f*cking tease' he breathed, pinching my thigh again as he turned to face the road.
PS: Iâll tell you the rest later xx