Warnings: descriptive smut, 𝗱𝗼𝗺!𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗲, 𝗲𝘅𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝘀𝘂𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿.
“Are you outside?” You spoke frenetically with your phone to your ear, grabbing the last things you need for the night before going out with your boyfriend.
“Yep, don’t make me wait” he recommends, his gaze searching your window to check you’re not still in the shower, his hand hiding in his pocket.
“Rafe, we have a looot of time..” you hummed, refreshing your eyeliner leaning against your desk, carefully picking at your reflection.
Rafe sighed over the other side of the phone, shutting the car and fastly taking the stairs.
He rang your doorbell, catching you unexpectedly off guard. A grin immediately blessing his face at your immediate sight. “God damn you woman”
His gaze fixated on your exposed skin, his eyes meeting yours to communicate you how fucking hungry you just made him.
You chuckled wrapping your arms around his shoulder, “you hung up without even telling me” your tone a disappointed mock as he dug his face in the crook of your neck, memorizing your scent before it could even start to fade.
“Figured I’d be to you faster” a scenic and romantic comeback occurred on his tongue, his hand sneaking by the small of your back, pushing you flush against him.
You chuckled, grabbing your keys as he dragged you out of your apartment, his imagination distracting him form the plans you were supposed to attend today.
His lips caught yours in a claiming kiss, your perfume getting to his head eventually. “You look good.. very” His voice reduced to a raspy praise as he murmured between kisses, your hands sticking to his neck.
You kissed him back harsher, savoring the feeling of being trapped between a wall and his arms.
His hands found your hair, his fingers breaking through the strands, sending shivers down your spine.
He let all of his desire crawl into your body and mind, making you feel it with the way his hands lingered and squeezed your flesh or simply by the way his dick was poking your thighs from inside his jeans.
The pressure of his tongue against yours, his hands gripping your ass as each breath grew shorter and more frenetic. It made you reach for your keys, a failing attempt to push this straight to the point.
He let out a soft chuckle, that you’d figure out later.
His fingers pressing down on the buttons with the arrows outside the elevator of your condo, smashing his fingertips against the circles so he could get more attention to you once he got the chance
“You don’t wanna get inside?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowed as you overlooked his behavior. How come he isn’t jumping on you? Wasn’t he hard or something?
As he waited for the doors to open, Rafe kept guiding your lips against his, his hand on your waist as he manhandled your body from wall to wall, acting quietly and leaving you to your wonders.
Way too busy dealing with your body clinging to his in a way that made his dick throb and his mouth water, he pulled you in and kept you in a corner of the elevator.
His smirk growing, pressing on random numbers, so the elevator could be occupied and wouldn’t disturb while he finger-fucked you.
He stood between your legs, holding one of them up by the back of your knee
“Rafe, wait – don't you think there are cameras in here? ” You whispered weakly wandering your eyes around the small space, getting cut by the contrast of his lips once again.
“Since when do you care?” His voice restrained, leaning closer to your lips to quiet you down as his hands already crawled under your skirt. Fingers tasting your folds, wet and slicked in ecstasy.
You bit down into your own lip, soothing yourself as soon as his digits pushed their way inside, a soft chuckle of his pressured you into pretending you weren’t as aroused as he was.
His gaze followed every twist your lips created, while he pushed and smudged your limits shamelessly.
Your breath quickened just by seeing your hips chase the movements of his fingers, sliding knuckles deep inside you as you squinted your eyes.
You moaned as he reached a certain depth, his face nuzzled in your hair as he inhaled, leaving soft soothing kisses on your cheek.
Your muscles flexed involuntarily around his fingers, dragging them further up in your liquid-smoothed warmth
You whimpered softly at the feeling of him curling them. Your whispered quick affirmation words, demanding faster paces and consistency, as your sensitiveness was infected by the rush of being seen.
Rafe bit his own lip, holding you steady with his hand on your hip as you learnt how to flex your leg higher. Your back was slightly arched, your breath itching against his touch, delicate and intentional.
Your mouth falling open, a light giggle escaping your throat as you cheeks burnt, feeling the urgency of the moment on your trembling limbs.
Your moan was shaped by the way he moved his fingers. He followed quietly that path he learnt made you feel more satisfied, adjusting his magic to what made you loud and needy just for the sake of your reaction and pleasure.
His pace kept him in control, staring you deep in the eyes as he drowned in your responses.
“My pretty baby is getting wet just because she’s being fingered under these elevator cameras, ain’t that the truth?
He chuckled, loving that he was setting up a vulnerable situation for you. Reminding you your state and your lewd position. You squirmed and hid your face, twisting the fabric of his shirt in your palm, trying desperately to escape this madness as if it wasn’t making you way wetter than it should’ve.
You moaned, yelping an high pitched whine as the surface behind you held your embrace stable.
“Stop..” you whimpered, digging your teeth to your lower lip, blushing and feeling the heat raise off your face
“hm.. please Rafe..” you squeaked, eyebrows curved upwards, in a pleading and pathetic frown.
Your chest tight as you consumed your need in the last few pumps of his fingers, breath caught in your throat as the feeling of that familiar edge rushed over you.
Your legs weakening while his thumb twisted in a soft circle your swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure and stimulating even more your body to release.
“Fuck..!” You whined with your eyes shut, your muscles tense and frozen as you welcomed your orgasm spasms helplessly.
His fingers drilling against your soft gummy walls, dragging the last drop of liquid out of you.
It spilled on his fingers, leaving your face sore as you breathed, you walls sucking on his fingers as your hips ground lazily on his hand.
Your head fell on his shoulder, recovering slowly from his service.
“Atta girl..” he whispered, brushing the tips of his fingers and curling them one more time against your g spot, having your hips jolt forward once again and grind against him as he chuckled satisfied.
He licked your cum off his fingers once they were slid out of your pussy, letting you catch your breath again as the doors opened.
You jumped, hiding behind Rafe while clicking on another numbered button to close them as fast as possible, an instinctive response to exposure in your messy and vulnerable state.
“you’re gonna get us arrested one day” you whispered, straightening your skirt as you glared up at him. You squeezed your thighs together subtly as you tried to erase that feeling he left you with, all stimulated and sensitive.
“You look so hot when you’re in a rush to come” he commented, adrenaline shaking off his shoulders as his grin haunted you.
“I hate you” you avoided his gaze, crossing your arms as if you didn’t enjoy this more than him.
“Say that again?” He made you jump with a gasp, sending a sharp slap across you ass.
