summary: rafe gets you & him stuck in a boat in the middle of nowhere for 5 days, with no signal and having to wait for the patrol. ‘Accidentally’. [spoiler: it wasn't]
warnings: swearing, (rough) smut, manhandling, choking kink, rafe being a plotting lil shit, my english.
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word count: 8.2K [sorry it’s kinda long. went overboard w this]
DAY 0
Your eyes narrowed slightly as you analyzed the blond standing in front of you, your arms were crossed firmly across your chest. His eyebrows were raised as he awaited your answer, his back pressed against the kitchen island.
"And you want me to accompany you, why?" You questioned, waiting for a decent explanation.
"’Cause your brother has an event with Topper and Kelce," he explained quickly as he shrugged his shoulders with ease. "And I need someone to go with me."
For more context, Rafe Cameron had asked you to accompany him on a little trip on his boat, there is a very specific kind of fish he wants to catch passing through the waters near Outer Banks; Rafe justifies his need to get that fish because it is his father's favorite, and he wants to show himself capable of catching it.
"And why don't you ask your sisters for help?" you questioned him, with some suspicion still.
"Mm, because they are my sisters." he answered with obviousness, it was a simple but logical answer; the truth is that not even his sisters could stand his annoying ass.
And that's what brought him to you, or at least that's what he's implying. And while you don't actually believe him, it's not like you could perceive any hidden intentions. You should've, but you couldn't.
You see, even though Damien, your older brother, and Rafe have been friends for YEARS, your relationship with Rafe isn't precisely the best. He has always been annoying, selfish, egocentric, and an idiot.
A hot idiot; for that matter, which made it complicated to hate him.
The relationship the two of you shared was based in teasing, lots of it, but of course, over the years it has changed. It went from a young Rafe teasing you for crying over princess' movies, to letting his eyes linger in your lips for longer than usual, casual grazings, and shameless comments.
All that, combined with his idiotic attitude, made the two of you have a constant banter-based relationship; all you two did was bicker, tease and sass the hell out of each other. Just like an old, married couple. Except you two weren't married, and couldn't make up as easily.
It drove your brother insane. He didn't care what it was that would get you and Rafe to stop bantering. He just wanted the two of you to stop.
"So? Are you coming with me or..." Rafe insisted, you had taken way too long to answer a simple yes or no question.
You already knew it was probably one of the worst ideas he'd ever had, and considering it's impulsive, spontaneous Rafe we're talking about... it was indeed terrible.
"No." you replied simply, with no further explanation or motives as to why.
Rafe looked actually taken aback by that, not being used to getting 'no' for an answer, not even from you. Though, he knew the only reason you'd said no was to contradict him, and you, having no apparent reason to refuse, was an open invitation for Rafe to keep insisting.
"Come on, it'll only be two days out," Rafe insisted, using the nicest voice he could. "Out there in the nice sea, in the Druthers, with food, drinks and a nice AC system... yeah?"
"You do realise my family also has a boat with AC?" you cleverly added. "And if I wanted to, I could go out to the nice sea with snacks too."
"But uh, do tell me, does your boat have a double jacuzzi?" he questioned you with a raised eyebrow, and at that, you shut your mouth.
"I—"
"Uh huh, exactly."
"I can live without it."
"Oh, c'mon Y/N," Rafe sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a few seconds, as if recharging his patience before adding. "I'll give you whatever you want, whatever it is, I'll get it for you. The only condition is you coming with me."
That really got you thinking.
Your family had money and influence, but no more than the Camerons. What Rafe promised you could range from drugs, to designer clothes and handbags, to that sort of thing. It really was anything.
Rafe may be an idiot, too impulsive and lately, coked out 90% of the time, but he can have a way with words if he puts his mind to it, you had to give that to him.
Somehow, the idiot had made it sound like an enjoyable proposition, a good weekend. A great fucking idea.
Yes. You two, going out there to the middle of the sea, alone. Like a great idea.
You already knew it was the worst fucking idea you'd agreed to in your entire life.
"Fine."
"You won't regret it."
You probably would, but oh well. Mistakes are the best teachers out there.
DAY 1
When you'd told your mother you were on your way out on a boat trip with Rafe, she had seemed happy the two of you had finally figured out your differences. She didn't really mind you being gone for God knows how long with someone like Rafe, and that speaks volumes.
In any way, you left. Rafe had waited for you to arrive at the dock near his house, and had complained about you being late, even though you weren't and he knew it.
In no time at all, the two of you were out. Rafe told you it would take a day to get there, and if the fishing went well, then he could catch the fish tomorrow and return the same day.
It didn't seem like a bad plan, so you saw no reason to complain, it seemed fair. And if it wasn't so many days together you could easily ignore him.
Rafe had kept his word about the ship's commodities, there were all kinds of snacks, drinks, and he had brought other kinds of substances. It was actually very comfortable, and a part of you was glad you'd accepted.
"From uh, alright so, from here, we have to go north," Rafe explained briefly as he pointed to the map, he slurred his words and constantly ran his finger under his nose.
"Uh huh." you replied distractedly, comfortable in the booth, with a bowl of blackberries to yourself and not paying attention to what he said.
"And then we have to stay there for a few hours," Rafe added and when he noticed you weren't paying attention, he rolled his eyes so badly he could've sworn he saw the inside of his head. But he's also high, so not very reliable. "Look, if I'm telling you this, it's because I don't want you to act like a bitch, alright?"
"Excuse you?" that comment totally got your attention, your eyebrows were raised in his direction, your expression surprised. And that was exactly what Rafe wanted.
"I don't want you to start bitching around ‘cause we stop for hours or ‘cause I ask you to shut up while I focus."
"I won't," you said with a roll of your eyes, throwing a berry at him. "I can easily ignore you."
"Don't," he shook his head, as he picked the berry up from the table and ate it. "Need you around."
"What for?"
"Do you always ask so many questions?" his eyes were focused back on the map as he leant over the table, trying to triangulate the perfect place.
"No, but I don't get you," you admitted with a frustrated tone. "You confuse the shit out of me."
"Well," he sighed heavily, waving you away with his hand. "You're always free to question me, and try to psycho fucking analyze me or whatever the hell you want, but in silence, yeah?"
"Then why did you bring me here?"
"I told you already," his tone was a tired one, as if he really didn't have the time or patience to say it again. "I can't do this alone. Someone has to watch over the boat while I fish."
"Right..." you narrowed your eyes at him, your suspicions being ignited again.
That excuse could've easily been bought by you, Rafe had a shitty luck when it came to trying to do something nice for his father; every time Rafe tried to prove himself, it totally backfired.
But it wasn't enough of an excuse. Only now is when you sense he's planning something else, you can only wish it's not a plan to leave you stranded in the middle of nowhere to finally get rid of you, which is a thing you believe he is very capable of.
DAY 2.
"Any time now," Rafe mumbled in utter concentration, his lower lip in between his teeth, his hands wrapped around the fishing rod. "Any time."
You nodded your head silently, you sat next to him, observing him closely while he attempted to catch the fish. Although, he'd been standing there for 20 minutes and so far, had caught nothing.
5 more minutes passed and still nothing, so Rafe sighed heavily and left the rod in its place, with the hook still underwater. Rafe moved to take a seat next to you as he closed his eyes and threw his head back.
"So, why exactly are you being such a nice son and catching a fish that, apparently, doesn't want to be caught, for your father?" You questioned him, handing him a bottle of water after he glared at you for not doing it as soon as he sat down.
"Because I uh, I fucked up, again." he admitted with a heavy sigh, taking a big gulp of water.
"Yeah, figured."
"You're such a bitch, you know that?"
"And yet, you like me enough to have me around, so..." you shrugged in amusement, causing Rafe to roll his eyes at your attitude, however he didn't contradict you or spoke against your words. "So tell me, what did you do this time?"
"What didn't I do," his eyes were closed again, his head resting against the booth as you stared at him, his side profile, the way the sun hit his skin and his hair got messy by the wind. "Bought a bike with the backup generator money, I tried to steal, almost crashed the truck after a bad trip. And yelled at his precious little Sarah."
"Oh wow, you're the example of a good son." you replied with sarcasm. "Always doing the right thing, aren't you Rafe?"
"Oh, you're telling me 'Miss-I-fucked-a-young-Italian-dad-during-my-trip-and-he-was-my-father’s-associate.'" Rafe teased you with a cocky smile, causing you to turn your head to look at him with such a speed it was a miracle your neck hadn't snapped.
"How do you even know about that?" you questioned him; slightly bothered by it as you hit his shoulder with your open hand.
"I may, or may not have heard your phone call with Sarah over the phone."
"You mean eavesdropped?"
"The same shit," he shrugged in indifference, not really bothered by it. "So you're into older guys, yeah?"
"Like you care." you snorted, taking a sip of your beer.
"Call it curiosity."
Just as you were about to answer his question, to let him know something he actually wanted to know, the fishing rod began to twitch and wobble, almost falling overboard, were it not for the fact that you reached out to hold it at the same time he did, your hands brushing.
Rafe cleared his throat and began to pull the line, as the fish tried to flee for its life. After a battle in which you just watched; having no fucking clue about fishing; Rafe caught the fish. It was surprisingly big and beautiful, definitely not the kind of fish you can get from inside of Outer Banks.
"Oh, finally!" you said with a tone of incomparable joy, you were so happy to finally be able to leave there.
"Yeah," he said with a nod. "We can go now."
"Thanks! I'll go start the engine."
You were so excited to get home, and happy that the idiot had finally gotten something right, that you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before hurrying to put your things away.
Rafe stood still in place, feeling the ghost of your lips on his cheek as a small smirk appeared on his lips.
But Rafe knew you two wouldn't leave just yet, and it wouldn't be long before you realized it as well.
3,2,1...
"Rafe?" you called him from the cabin. "We have no fuel."
"What do you mean?" he asked as he walked down the stairs to where you stood, staring at the machinery.
"It says empty, we have no gas."
"Well uh, that's bad." he said with a nod of his head, and even though the situation was indeed very bad, Rafe didn't sound concerned, like at all.
"Yeah, no shit."
"I guess we'll have to wait for someone to find us," he shrugged and your eyes widened at how much he didn't care. "Hey! Don't you look at me like that. What the fuck do you want me to do? There's no fuel and no signal."
Now is when you started to catch up with what he was up to, without saying anything you walked to the little compartment where you knew the Camerons kept an extra gallon of gas, just in case. The compartment was empty, and the phone was nowhere to be seen.
Oh. Oh.
"You asshole!" you turned to look at him; with an accusing finger held up high, pointed at his direction.
"Watch your tone, princess."
"You got us stuck here—"
Rafe didn't say anything; but an amused chuckle left his lips as his eyes ran over your body, picking up on every display of anger you showed.
"It's not funny, Rafe."
"Oh, I know," he said with a nod of his head, but that annoying smirk didn't leave his lips. "I know."
"Then why are you smiling?"
Rafe's smile only grew wider, and without saying anything else, he went back upstairs to deal with the fish, leaving you back in the cabin, completely dumbfounded.
DAY 3.
To say you were angry at him was an understatement, but you were at that point of anger where you didn't even bother to show it, you immediately resorted to ignoring Rafe.
You knew it had been a bad idea to even listen to him, but you did it, and now you were dealing with the consequences.
Where exactly did you think listening and trusting Rafe would get you? He's as stupid as your brother, you really should've known better.
There was no way you two could go anywhere, and since there was no phone signal there, you two couldn't ask anyone for help.
The only option left was to wait for the patrol to... fucking patrol and find you two out there. The thing is... it's a festive day back in Outer Banks, and knowing just how 'competent' the police is... It would take the patrol 2 more days, if not 3.
Luckily, there was enough food and resources to last a whole ass month there, but that wasn't what worried you.
It's the fact that it wouldn't just be 3 days with him. But... 5 days stuck in a boat with Rafe Cameron. All by yourselves.
So you better make it worth it.
You had had your doubts about it at first, but now you were more than grateful that you had packed your swimsuit.
Since you were giving Rafe the cold shoulder, you would have to find another way to entertain yourself; and being that you two are in the sea and the weather is nice, the most logical and comfortable thing to do would be to lie down on your towel, put on your sunglasses, and at least get a good tan out of it.
Rafe on the other hand, was annoyed with himself. He knew it was among the possibilities that you would get mad at him and do just what you are doing now, which is ignoring him completely.
But the truth is that Rafe was hoping that the situation would have a different resolution, that this anger would not end in not talking to each other, rather, it would push you two to do something else.
He hadn't seen you since last night, when you two had an argument during dinner about what an idiot he'd been for not making sure the fuel was enough, and he'd made you more angry by asking you why it bothered you so much to be alone with him.
Rafe teased you and gloated at the fact that he could manage to get you so nervous with just staring at you.
He knew why you were nervous. It's the same reason why he seemed so hell bent on trying to get you to admit it.
However, it was his turn to be nervous and your turn to gloat now.
Rafe felt his heart almost leap out of his chest as soon as he saw you come out of the booth, in your bathing suit, the one that accentuated every curve of your body. You'd worn it around him before, and the last time you did, he had to excuse himself to take an ice-cold shower, to deal with the hard-on.
You seemed not to have seen him, or if you had, then you did a very good job of pretending he wasn't there.
Once you knew you were within his range of view and he could see you perfectly well, you bent over to lay your towel on the floor of the boat, feeling the fabric of your bathing suit slide slightly over your bottom. It wasn't much, but just enough.
Rafe's jaw tightened so bad he feared his teeth would crack, to keep from letting out a groan at the sight, he closed his eyes shut and gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white; trying to get the image of you, bent over a few feet in front of him in nothing but your bathing suit, out of his mind.
Rafe knew you were doing it on purpose, you knew how much he liked that bathing suit on you, after all, he'd flirt with you every single time you wore it. But today? Right now? You were playing very dirty games with his head.
And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take his eyes off you. The way your skin glowed under the sun, how well your swimsuit fit, and the fact that you were doing this to provoke him, caused his shorts to feel too tight all of a sudden.
Rafe didn't even know what to do with himself, and decided to go take a cold bath; he wouldn't give you the satisfaction of messing with his head like that.
He exited the small cabin he was in, you lifted your head to see him walk. Rafe looked a little uncomfortable and you noticed how he slightly tugged the front of his shorts as he walked.
"What, do I make you nervous, Rafey?" you teased in a loud voice, causing him to turn around and flip you off. Without saying anything else, Rafe entered another door and slammed it shut.
And with that, a little smile of victory appeared on your lips.
LATER ON DAY 3
Eventually, tanning got boring. You looked down at your own body, and lifted the edge of your swimsuit slightly, the tan lines were just the way you liked them, on point.
Full of satisfaction and happy with yourself, you gathered your things and decided to go back inside, maybe to take a bath and eat something.
You entered quietly, not wanting to attract Rafe's attention. You walked down the hallway to the bathroom, and there was no sign of him so far.
Just as you grabbed the bathroom doorknob to open it; the door opened. Out of the bathroom came Rafe, with nothing but a towel tied around his hips. You stopped dead in your tracks in the hallway at the sight, which you couldn't deny; it was very good.
The towel was wrapped around Rafe's hips, low enough so that his prominent V-line was visible to a rather dangerous point, one you didn't want to let your eyes get to.
He was shirtless, you had a perfect view of his defined torso and muscular arms, some droplets of water still rolled down his body, making a path from his chest, down his abdomen, and getting lost under his towel.
His hair was still wet, with a middle part, framing his face perfectly. His blue eyes were fixed on you, and you realized, —too late already—, there was a little smile on his lips, prompted by the way you were undressing him with your eyes.
"What, do I make you nervous, princess?" he questioned you, using the same condescending tone and smirk you had earlier; as he took a step closer to you.
You genuinely felt your knees weaken at his voice and the way he looked, but you were too proud to let him know that, so you simply shrugged.
"Come closer and maybe I'll tell you." you teased with a low tone, letting your eyes travel through his body.
Rafe's smirk widened, he thought that finally you two were on the same page, thinking about the same thing, and more importantly, that it would happen. He took a confident step towards you, so this way he was towering over you, his chest barely inches away from yours, his lips basically hovering over yours.
You placed both hands on his body, letting them travel from his abs all the way to his chest, causing him to bite his lip at the feeling. Rafe leant down even more, his lips grazing with yours, breaths mixing and skin touching.
And then...
You pushed him out of the way and locked yourself in the bathroom.
DAY 4
By doing that, provoking Rafe in that way and then putting a door between the two of you; you had started a silent game, in which you were provoking each other in an obvious way, waiting for one of you to give in.
After hours of playing tease, any slight contact or brush from Rafe's skin against yours had you biting your lip to silence a sound, and any look you gave Rafe with your bedroom eyes had him on the verge of jumping your bones.
The staring game got a little too heavy for Rafe, so he stood up from the booth and walked to the kitchen, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up and immediately taking a drag.
You knew you couldn't let him get away with it, at least not without trying, so you stood up and walked to the kitchen as well, if he asked, then being dinner time would be a perfect excuse.
Rafe heard you walk into the kitchen, but paid no mind, deciding to focus solely on his cigarette, placing a hand on the kitchen island and letting his head hang low.
Funny enough, the drawer where pans are kept is right where Rafe is, by his left hand, and sure as hell you wouldn't ask anything from him. Which left you with an only choice.
You walked to where Rafe stood, which he noticed as he turned his head to look at you, and right when he took a step back, you found the perfect opportunity to slip right between him and the kitchen island, your body grinding on him, in all the right places.
The sound of Rafe's breathing picking up gave you a sense of victory, as you remained in front of him and bent slightly to take out the pan you needed, only to walk away right when you felt him harden behind you and the ghost of his hand over your hip.
He really thought he had you. Again.
Your smile of victory didn't disappear, not even when the stove wouldn't turn on and you had to resort to chopping fruit and hoping that was enough to rid your hunger.
Now is when Rafe found the perfect opportunity to tease you back, seeing as you were completely distracted while cutting fruit. He slowly walked back into the kitchen, making sure you couldn't hear him. You were completely clueless to his presence, even when he stood right behind you.
However, as soon as Rafe took another step closer; you did become aware of his presence. Very.
"Oh, don't mind me." he mumbled in your ear.
"What are you doing?" you asked, pretending to be completely unbothered, while the reality is that you're screaming on the inside. His chest was pressed to your back, one of his hands had found its way to your hips, and his breath tingled in your ear.
And right there was when he reached out to grab a glass; which was on the cabinet above your head.
The reality is that Rafe didn't have to stretch to reach the glass, it was just a matter of raising his arm. But where was the fun in that?
As he stretched, his body pressed even closer against yours, you could feel him hard against you, his breath now in your ear. And in an attempt to avoid his lips, you bent over, a move that only served in Rafe's favor, causing you to bite your lip in an attempt to silence the moan that would come from your lips.
Both were thinking the same thing. Of just how easy it would be for him to take you right there and then.
But you wouldn't give up just yet, no sir, you still had one ace up your sleeve. Which is why you picked up your fruit tray and slid out from the right space between the bar and Rafe's body.
***
Normally, you wouldn't care if Rafe decided to just watch you eat instead of eating something himself, but right now it had you on edge.
He was sitting on the seat in front of you, his legs spread slightly, his hands on his thighs, and his eyes fixed on you. He was basically manspreading, ocassionally lifting his hips from the chair to 'get comfortable', but you weren't stupid.
"Are you done flexing your muscles now?" you asked boredly, raising an eyebrow at Rafe.
He opened his mouth to say something, but closed again as you stood up, his eyes followed your hand closely, especially when you drove your fingers to your lips and sucked the remaining fruit juice off them. The sight almost made him roll his eyes, but not in annoyance.
"I'm going to the jacuzzi," you announced, letting your eyes travel over him. "You do you."
Even though it had not been an open or direct invitation, you knew Rafe had understood the innuendo.
You hurried to the jacuzzi, taking off your clothes as the water heated up, you poured the bubble soap while letting your hair down, knowing that Rafe wouldn't be long in coming, although he wasn't hot on your heels to disguise how desperate he was, you knew he was coming for you.
As you stared at the steaming, bubbly water, a wicked idea found its way to your mind.
Meanwhile, Rafe paced back and forth in the hallway, running his hands through his hair repeatedly, especially when he stopped and had that urge to open the bathroom door where he knew you were.
He wanted this. He had been waiting for years for you to figure it out, but you never did and he wouldn't risk anything.
But now? Now you're just a door away, and what's holding him back is his pride. Knowing that if he opens that door, he's admitting his need for you. Proving that chasing after you is more important than his pride.
He cursed himself for what felt the longest time before giving in and opening the bathroom door. The first thing he saw was steam. Lots of it. It made him squint his eyes while they trailed over the place in search of you.
His eyes fell on the jacuzzi, it was filled with small bubbles, the room smelt like vanilla. Rafe just stood near the entrance, his eyes slowly travelling through the bubbles, for he knew he'd find you at the edge of the jacuzzi.
And there you were, your back pressed against the side of the jacuzzi, arms spread over the edge, the bubbly water covering your body, stopping right below your collarbone, just atop of your chest.
His mind automatically went places, but Rafe kept his thoughts at bay as he took off his shirt without a word. You did nothing but stare at him, your eyes following every move, from the way he gripped the edge of his shirt, to the way he slid it off his body and his torso came into view.
Rafe took a step closer, but he felt something soft under his foot, so he looked down. And what did he find?
Your swimming suit.
At first he didn't process entirely what it meant, but then his eyes widened. You were naked. In the jacuzzi that's just a couple of steps away from him. And he was just... standing there like an idiot? Rafe was embarrassed of himself.
A soft giggle escaped your lips when you noticed how flustered Rafe suddenly was, he actually struggled while taking off his shorts and if you hadn't been so amused by the view, you would have offered to help.
Eventually he stopped fumbling with its ties, and right when he pulled it down his hips, you looked away. Your tongue glided over your teeth as you felt the temptation to look, but you were stronger than that.
"Enjoying the jacuzzi you said you could live without?" Rafe asked in a calm tone as he got in it, sitting by your right side.
"Very much," you assured, running your hand through the water, moving the bubbles slightly, you really had no intention other than to distract yourself from how nervous you were, still, Rafe tried to see through the bubbles.
Rafe couldn't handle himself anymore, he had denied himself for so long that he wanted you. Told himself he was crazy. But now that he has you in front of him and has spent 4 days alone with you, he is more than sure that he wants you.
And he will do anything to have you.
He knew this would be pathetic, lame even, but it would work.
As both did nothing but enjoy the hot tub, and tried to ignore each other's bodies, Rafe discreetly slid his hand to the side control panel of the hot tub.
Although he would never admit it, Rafe spends so much time in the hot tub that he learned the controls by heart. So he knew exactly which buttons to push to disable two of the hot tub jets, the ones on your side, for that matter.
Your state of relaxation was interrupted as soon as you stopped feeling the hot water flowing on your side of the jacuzzi, the vibrations had stopped and you no longer felt the soft massages on your skin.
You raised your head and opened your eyes, noticing that indeed, the water stopped on your side. "What the..."
"What's wrong?" Rafe asked, his eyes closed as he did his best to hide a little smirk.
"The water just... stopped." you replied in confusion, not understanding why he was so calm.
"Oh, that's bad, my side is just fine." he replied simply, opening his eyes.
You rolled your eyes at his disinterested tone. You couldn't believe that you had actually gone out of your way to plan all this, and he couldn't even stop being an idiot for a second.
Utterly done with his bullshit, you slowly moved to the little steps that led out of the hot tub, the last thing you wanted was to slip and embarrass yourself.
However, before you could even reach them, you felt long fingers wrapping around your wrist, his skin was soft and warm due to the hot bubbly water. You turned to look at him, doing your best to keep your eyes focused on his.
"Come closer." his voice was calm, his fingers softly tugged your wrist; as if wanting to pull you closer but not quite to make you uncomfortable.
'Fuck it.' you thought.
You complied to his request and walked slowly to where he sat, the bubbles doing all the work and covering your body from his. You kept getting closer, Rafe slowly opened his legs, so you could stand between them.
The feeling of the skin of his thighs against yours was your cue to stop, knowing that if you took one step closer, you'd feel him against you.
His eyes bore on yours. The light blue of his eyes was darkened by the lust running through his body, his pupils were dilated, his lips plump and red. He was one hell of a beautiful man.
Your faces were inches away from each other, but neither would yield to temptation.
You bit your lip slightly as soon as you felt Rafe's large hands resting on your hips, while the grip wasn't too strong, it was firm, showing he wasn't hesitating.
Testing the waters, you took a step closer and he let you, the grip on your waist becoming firmer and more secure, you could even say you felt him pulling you into his body slightly.
Keeping eye contact; Rafe's hand began to slide lightly, letting go of your waist, brushing your hip with his fingertips. His hand moved down to your thigh, where he too caressed your thigh with his fingertips, drawing imaginary circles, which moved closer and closer to the center of your legs.
Knowing exactly what he was doing, you felt fire in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him. And you wanted him now. But you also didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Maybe after all you were as stubborn as he claimed you were.
You motioned to move your leg, and immediately, Rafe took a hold of your thigh, stopping you. A smirk appeared on your lips.
Without saying anything, you yielded to his touch and moved even closer, putting your leg over his thigh, and quickly bringing the other leg up as well, straddling him.
The direct contact of your skin with Rafe's, your core brushing against his dick... made him let out an agitated sigh right in your ear.
And you would have teased him about it, but the truth is that the contact of his hard dick against your body almost made you moan. He was right under you, all it took was for you to raise slightly and for him to align himself.
Ignoring how much you wanted to grind on him, you put your arms around his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck in the process, moving even closer, your chest pressed against his and your chin resting on his shoulder, wanting to enjoy the warm water a while longer before the inevitable happened.
Rafe didn't know if this was a gift or a punishment; either way, he was enjoying it as much as he was suffering from it. His arms wrapped around your body, your breasts pressed against his chest, your pussy brushing just the right places on his dick.
If this is the game you wanted to play, then Rafe would be just as good at it.
He lifted his hips slightly and at that you couldn't help but let out a gasp, which you prayed he hadn't heard, but he did, and it only fed his ego.
As his fingertips caressed your spine, Rafe moved your hair from your shoulders to get access, and brought his lips to your neck.
He started with innocent kisses, little brushes of his lips against your skin, while his fingertips caressed your skin.
However, Rafe was determined to break you.
He brought his lips to the small spot below your ear, where he sucked, receiving an audible moan from you. One of his hands had slid down your back until it ended at your ass, which he squeezed and used to push your body against his, grinding on him.
"Fuck..." you mumbled, throwing your head back out of mere instinct.
He had so many dirty comments to make, but he decided to concentrate on you. Since you had thrown your head back, he had more access to your neck. He brought his lips to your skin again, starting to leave little bites and kisses all over, while one of his hands traveled to your breasts, his fingers taking one of your nipples and giving it a twist on his fingers.
At this you squirmed slightly on top of him, your hips moving against his, rubbing his dick in such a perfect way that it made him growl against your skin.
"You like that, princess?" I murmur against your skin, voice husky. "Want me to do it again?"
"Yes." you mumbled breathlessly.
"Yes what?"
Oh, his bitch ass wanted you to beg?
Slightly annoyed by his cockiness, you purposefully grinded your hips against his; making sure to touch him in all the right places.
Rafe let out a mixture of a groan and a moan at that, your attitude only teasing him further. He slid the hand that had been on your nipple, now focusing on the space between your legs.
And as soon as you saw the cocky smirk on his lips and his lustful stare, you knew it was over for you.
His fingers moved deftly between your legs, as you grasped his jaw and moved his head to the side, so that you could have access to his neck and an efficient way to quiet the sounds he would elicit from you.
His index finger slipped between your folds, while his thumb searched for your clit until he found it, and began to give circular notions.
He had found it, and fast. That's why you were surprised and accidentally left a little bite on his neck, which was welcomed by Rafe, as he started to speed up his thumb and slid his middle finger inside you.
"Rafe," you murmured, your walls automatically tightening around his finger.
"Does this feel good?" he murmured in your ear as his thumb accelerated his movements, he slid his ring finger in as well, your walls clenching at his voice. "Oh it does, you're already clenching around my fingers, princess."
Now he had two fingers inside you, which he began to move in a come hither motion, hitting your spot, the one you didn't know existed, but Rafe (of all people) had found in a matter of minutes.
"Fuck Rafe-"
He could feel you, how your walls clenched around his fingers so tightly it was hard for him to move them, your kisses on his neck had become sloppy and wet, your eyes were closed.
And just when you felt you would reach the tip of ecstasy, Rafe pulled his fingers out of you.
You were about to insult him, but he spoke first, taking your jaw with one of his hands, fixing his eyes on yours.
"The first time I make you cum, it will be on my dick, yeah?"
And you swore you could've come right there. Just by his words.
"Yeah?" he questioned again, making you realize it had been more of a way to get your permission.
"Yeah." you nodded your head eagerly, and that was all he needed.
Rafe wrapped his arms around you and stood up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso, biting your lip in anticipation for what was about to come.
Rafe knew the boat like the back of his hand, so in a matter of no time, both were in his room, Rafe placed you down on his bed, not caring in the least that you were wetting it and dripping it with bubbles.
Rafe was soon close to you again, his lips on your skin. Your breathing started to become erratic, unable to control yourself in the face of the new sensations. His kisses traveled all over your neck, part of your shoulders and even on your jaw.
Without a word, Rafe grabbed you with moderate force by the jaw, and caught your lips with his immediately.
You lost yourself in the kiss completely, the sensation of his lips against yours being a new piece of paradise you had just discovered.
Forbidden paradise at that. Rafe Cameron himself was making you feel like this, it was wrong… but it felt so right.
You laid completely on your back as he hovered on top of you, his lips still on yours. The kiss wasn't like you imagined your first kiss with him would be, this one was.... More desperate, with lust.
Unable to stay still and wanting to discover your whole body, Rafe began to leave kisses and little bites on your neck, making your skin hot with desperation. You tried to grab his face to bring him back to your lips, but as soon as you tried, he pulled away from you, took your wrists and put them against the bed, his face was above yours, the room was barely being illuminated by the light that was filtering through the blinds, so you couldn't see much, only the shadow of his features.
"I'm done playing this little game." he said over your lips, his voice hoarser than usual, and his breathing was rapid. “You want me?”
"I want you."
You saw the shadow of a victorious smile on his lips, and felt them against yours again, he put both hands holding your wrists above your head, and held both of your wrists with one hand, having the other one free.
His kisses began to descend again, with a slowness that clearly had the sole purpose of driving you crazy.
You lifted your hips off the bed so you could feel some more of him, Rafe took advantage of this and positioned himself between your legs with ease.
He stopped kissing you momentarily, you could feel his breath on your skin, the light was enough to know he was staring at you.
Without warning, he returned his hand to between your thighs and now pushed three fingers inside you, while his thumb returned to your clit, you inevitably ended up letting out a moan, as his fingers had hit the right spot again. Having located the spot already, he began to move his fingers faster and deeper, curving them from time to time, accelerating the speed of his thumb as well.
Rafe wanted to engrave this image of you inside of his eyelids, to see you squirming under him every time he closed his eyes.
His lips went lower and lower, until his head was between your thighs and your hand was lost in his hair. His lips concentrated on your clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue, making you let out a moan you were ashamed of, because of how loud it had been.
His hand kept up that incredible rhythm, but what made you almost climax was the feeling after he sucked on your clit and bit down lightly.
"Rafe, Rafe I'm gonna—"
That was all he needed to know to remove his hand, he would keep up with his word. As soon as he moved his hand away from your pussy, you immediately felt the emptiness, but you were too busy getting back to normal to complain.
Rafe brought his fingers covered with your wetness to his lips and licked them clean, the sight of that, combined with the "mmm" he let out, was mouth watering.
Rafe pulled you closer to him, so that your legs were over his thighs, he placed his hands on the sides of your head. His dick rubbed against your entrance, which brought gasps to both of your lips.
He leaned over you and you could hear his breathing fast and heavy in your ear, it was almost like he was waiting for something.
"What's wrong?" you asked. "I'm on the pill—"
You didn't have to finish saying the sentence for him to enter you with a quick movement of his hips, making you moan immediately, it took a few seconds to get used to the sensation of having him inside you. He's... big.
He stayed still for a few seconds, letting out hoarse mumbles of how good you felt, directly into your ear. Once you felt comfortable, you tightened your walls around him, which made him let out a grunt and start moving his hips against yours.
You brought your hands to his neck and pulled his face to yours, bringing your lips together in a desperate kiss, as his hips moved incessantly, one of your hands tangled in his hair, and as if on reflex, he put a hand around your neck, squeezing the sides lightly, something that made you moan into his lips.
"You're mine, you know that, don't you?" he whispered in your ear.
"Rafe—"
"I'll ruin you for other men. No one will ever make you feel like this, mark my words."
His words and the movement of his hips made your eyes roll. "Don't stop."
He pulled his face away from yours and placed his weight on the arm he has placed at the side of your head, speeding up the movements. You wrapped your legs around his waist to deepen things.
You noticed that he started to slow down, but his movements still had depth, you knew he was doing it so he wouldn't tire quickly, but maybe you could help.
You used a considerable amount of strength to be able to turn you both around, ending up on top of him, while he looked at you with his lower lip between his teeth.
Just to tease him further, you slipped his dick out of you and moved away, your body hovering over his thighs, he sat down on the bed, waiting for you to do something, but you only smirked at him.
Rafe sat there while stroking himself, and being done with your attitude, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back to him, starting to fill your breasts with wet kisses and hickeys, bitting your nipples from time to time, while you put your legs around him, slowly positioning yourself on top of him.
You knew you wouldn’t last too long away from him, anyway.
"Stop teasing me, princess."
"If not, where's the fun?"
He used the grip he had on your hips and pulled you down, entering you again, a hoarse moan came from his lips. You pushed him down by the chest so he’d lay down, and began to move on top of him, in circles and up and down while his hands were on your hips and yours on his chest.
You knew those moves were only satisfying to yourself, as you moved as you needed to, and Rafe was quick to notice that.
The grip he had on your hips began to increase in strength, a sign that he was getting desperate. Until he finally sat down in a rush, and began to move you at the pace he wanted, as the hand he kept on your hip guaranteed him control.
"You're such a fucking brat, you know that?" he emphasised every word with a hip thrust. "My brat."
"Fuck, fuck- Rafe..."you weren't even able to say his name, or speak at all.
You placed one hand on his shoulder and another on his neck, starting to move faster, he left sloppy kisses on your chest and collarbone, you scratched his back, and sometimes left bites on his shoulder to stifle moans, especially when he murmured things in your ear, along the lines of "you're mine" "who does this pussy belong to?”
If you had known Rafe Cameron had such talent for dirty talk...
It didn't take long before you two began to lose rhythm, his movements were erratic, and your speed had slowed.
Until he finally came inside you, seeing the way his eyes closed tightly, as heavy breaths came from between his pink lips along with the "Shit, Y/N, you feel like heaven," he mumbled, was what made you climax too.
While both came down of your highs, there was nothing but silence, Rafe was still inside you, and remained like that when he collapsed on top of you and you wrapped your arms around his body, both falling asleep without another word.
DAY 5
Boundaries.
Neither of you knew which ones were there and which ones had been erased last night, but you and Rafe knew that the relationship had changed.
You'd woke up with Rafe still buried inside you, and a set of awkward interactions followed.
When the police arrived for both in the morning, Shoupe asked how you've been, and said "sorry" for ‘being late.’
You already knew that Rafe had probably bribed him not to come earlier, though.
Both sat on the booth while the police officer refilled the gas tank, and the silence between both was slightly awkward.
"So," Rafe said, stretching his arm behind you, placing it around your waist and pulling you closer to him, not in a sweet way, more in a possessive one. "The Club, 9 o'clock?"
"Huh?" you raised your brow at him.
"You're mine, I told you," Rafe said firmly, his eyes locked on yours. "And I'm going to show you how there's no one better for you than me—"
"—After you fucked the shit out of me."
"— by taking you out to dinner. And from there, wherever you want, but together."
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