Opposing Counsel Ch 1
Warnings: language, smut.
Rafael Barba walked into the small dive bar not exactly thrilled with the environment, but it was a block away from his apartment, and he didn’t want to deal with the squad after that shit show of a trial. He also didn’t want to deal with the 3 piece suit, having gone home to change quickly first, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a navy Henley. The bar wasn’t packed, but it wasn’t empty, considering it was a Tuesday night he figured most of the patrons were regulars, especially considering the wood was rather occupied, and everyone seemed to be familiar with the bartender. There were a few open spots, one next to you, which he figured was the best choice.
You were occupied with your phone while you picked at the plate of fries in front of you, dressed in worn jeans and a tank top, what looked like a cozy workout zip up pulled over top, the sleeves rolled up. Your hair was loose, cascading around your shoulders, and Rafael couldn’t help but feel an attraction towards you, so completely different from his everyday life. You barely noticed him approaching, nearly jumping as his voice interrupted your train of thought.
“Mind if I sit..” He gestured to the empty chair. You met his gaze, green eyes softly boring into yours, you smiled, placing your phone down.
“Not at all.”
“Thanks.” He moved into the chair, eyes surveying the liquor bottles behind the bar before the bartender came over to him, he ordered a double scotch, while you asked for a second gin and soda when she asked how you were doing.
“Rough day? Or is that your usual?” Rafael took in your smirk as your lips closed around the straw of your drink.
“Is both an acceptable answer?”
“I suppose so…” You giggled lightly, which made Rafael swoon a little bit, you extended your hand, “Y/N.” He took it in his, warm and electrifying,
“Rafael.” He smirked over at you, “You spend a lot of times at dive bars?” You openly laughed at that, throwing your head back, Raf not missing how much he suddenly wanted to bury his mouth against your bare neck.
“It’s close to home, and they’ve got amazing fries.” You countered, moving the basket closer to him, inviting him to take one.
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A few hours passed as you and Rafael continued your flirting, you’d talked about your childhoods, reminiscing about all the silly things you did as kids, laughing together easily, the chemistry flowing through you with comfortable ease. You spoke about your favourite movies, books and more, surprised when the lists were very similar. The air was thick with a lustful tension, you couldn’t help but find your hand tracing up against his thigh as you moved closer together, not shocked when his hand gripped your bicep, moving your attention to his eyes.
“I..don’t suppose you’d be interested in getting out of here?” Rafael decided it was now or never to be bold, what were the chances of him running into you anywhere else? And he certainly wasn’t planning on returning to the dive bar (though if it guaranteed getting to see you…he just might…) You shot him a smirk, a glint in your eyes,
“Thought you’d never ask.” Rafael threw down some cash, insisting that he was covering your tab too before you left the bar, making the quick escape over to his apartment. He welcomed you into his home, moving to kick off his shoes as you stepped out of yours, eyes exploring the place. It was almost too neat, like he never spent any time there, or had a maid service that came on Tuesday afternoons.
“Can I offer you a drink?” He spoke out, breaking the comfortable silence, you turned, moving back towards the kitchen island where he stood. You reached out, boldly taking his hand, pulling his body to yours, hands settling behind his neck.
“I think we both know I didn’t come for a drink.” You murmured against him, lips inches apart. He could feel your hot breath on his face, the smell of your perfume intoxicating his senses as his hands found their spot on your hips. Bold as you were, you let him take control, waiting for Rafael to close the gap between you, lips meeting yours in a soft but assuring kiss while he tugged your body against his. His tongue slid across your lips, you willingly parted them, granting access to your mouth, tongues swirling against each other in passion. As the kiss deepened you felt his hand slip down the curve of your ass, cupping it gently before giving a cheek a gentle smack. You moaned against him, scratching through the back of his hair, hips naturally rolling against his body. Your hands found the hem of his Henley, nails lightly scratching their way up his chest underneath the shirt, he groaned against your lips, pulling away to allow you to tear the shirt off. His green eyes drank you in, blown with lust, a fire behind them as you stripped off your own shirt revealing the lacy red excuse of a bra underneath. Rafael’s hands tickled softly at the bare skin of your sides,
“Do you think we should take this to the bedroom?” His voice was quiet, you let out a small giggle, ever so articulate even in the heat of the moment.
“Unless you wanna fuck me against the kitchen counter I’d say that’s a good idea.” Rafael nearly paused, because he very much indeed did want to fuck you against the counter, hell, on about every surface in his house. He deduced that the bed was probably the best choice for the first time, practically dragging you down the hallway. You wrestled each other out of your jeans, hands and lips tracing each others body leaving trails of tingling heat behind them. Rafael’s hands groped and pinched at your breasts, letting your bra fall to the floor he leant down, pulling one into his mouth before the other.
You let out a lust filled moan, feeling the wetness drip into your panties, you pulled Rafael up to your lips for a searing kiss that was all teeth and tongues. You bit into his lip, tugging it away from him, a smirk evident on your face as you slowly dropped to you knees. He let out a breathy groan when you cupped him through his briefs, your fingers toying with the waistband as you left a trail of messy kisses across his hip bones before freeing him from the briefs. You were more than pleasantly surprised at the heaviness of his cock, it was thick, and you already knew it was going to feel fucking amazing.
Spreading the pre cum around it you gave him a few gentle jerks, his hips jutting towards you as he muttered something in Spanish. You chuckled, licking him from the base up, your lips encasing him, taking him halfway into your mouth before pulling back up. Rafael swore, letting out a heavy moan, the wetness and warmth of your mouth felt incredible as it encased his cock. His hands buried into your hair, tugging roughly as you took all of him in, gagging lightly as he hit the back of your throat.
“Fuck Carino…” He murmured, “Feels so good…” You hummed around him, hands coming up to cradle his balls, massaging gently, “Can you handle more?” You popped off his dick, a string of saliva connecting it to your mouth. Fuck did he ever think that was hot.
“Yes Sir…”
“Good girl.” A thumb caressed your cheek before moving back into your hair, guiding you roughly back onto his cock as he began to fuck your face. You moaned around him, nails scratching into his thighs, while your other hand softly squeezed his balls. You’d taken a bet with yourself earlier in the evening that he was definitely going to be dominant, and you were more than pleased that you were right, basking in him taking control. Rafael was turning into a whimpering mess above you, not only was the feeling of your mouth absolute ecstasy but you’d submitted so easily, and you looked so fucking gorgeous with your mouth around his cock. He roughly pulled you off, tugging you up by your hair for a searing kiss, groaning at the taste of himself on your tongue before pushing you back onto the bed.
You were quick to shove your panties down, baring yourself to the man in front of you, he pinned your arms above your head as he bit against the taut skin of your neck, grinding his hard on against you. Gasping and wriggling under his body, you mewled, begging for more friction on your sensitive nerves. One of Rafael’s hands moved down your body, finding the slick seeping out of your folds, he chuckled darkly,
“You’re soaking Carino…” He plunged a thick finger in, groaning himself at the feel of your warm walls constricting against him. After a few pumps he added a second one, stretching you out, preparing your cunt for the thickness of his cock.
“Rafa!” You gasped against his neck, pleading for more. He responded by beginning to roll your clit with his thumb, curling his fingers expertly as he added a third. He spiralled them around, rolling harder on your clit, his lips met yours again, plunging his tongue into your mouth, not able to get enough of the taste of you. You whined against his mouth as you felt your body tingling, exploding with pleasure, gripping onto Rafael’s bicep, nails creating little half moons from the intensity. You panted against his mouth, pulling away from the kiss, head thrown back in euphoria.
“God you’re beautiful when you cum.” He muttered against you. Leaning over to the bedside table he dug through the drawer before pulling out a condom, rolling it into his cock, he spanked the side of your hip, “Hands and knees Chiquita.” You instantly complied, more than ready for what was about to come. Shivering at the feeling of his tip running through your folds, still sensitive from your first orgasm before he slowly sheathed himself inside of you. Rafael let out a hearty groan at the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him, moving until he was fully seated inside you. He slowly retreated, you let out a whimper as he dragged past your g-spot, a small yelp when you felt a series of spanks across your reddening cheeks.
“Rafael…please…” You begged, he let out a dark chuckle, then began pounding into you. You dropped to your elbows, burying your face amongst the pillows. Fuck. He was filling you completely, the vigorous thrusts forcing you down into the bed, your body burning with utter desire. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, whimpers, moans and groans. Rafael swore when your walls started fluttering against him, spanking you again, hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucked you into the mattress. Fuck did you ever feel good wrapped around him, your little breathy moans leading him on, you took his cock so well, and you looked absolutely stunning as you did so. You were absolutely wrecked, blissed out, the way you squeezed your eyes shut, moaning out his name as your pussy clenched tightly onto his cock was too much, a few more spastic thrusts and he was done for, collapsing over you, trailing kisses across your bare skin as you both regained control.
Panting, he gently pulled out, moving to the en suite to toss the condom and freshen up. You rolled over in the bed, attempting to catch your breath. Wow. You certainly hadn’t expected your night to end this fantastically, your body shivering in aftershocks. Rafael reentered the room, taking in the gorgeous view of your naked body sprawled on his bedsheets, a silky sheen of sweat glistening off your body, breasts heaving as you came back down to earth. Maybe he should start frequenting more dive bars. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down to give you a kiss, lingering as you scratched your hand through his dark hair.
“That was….something…” You breathed out, pushing up to sitting beside him on the edge of the bed.
“Certainly was.” He smirked, “Offer for that drink still stands.” You laughed, moving through the room to start to gather your clothing,
“Thank you, but I really should get going.” He followed your suit, pulling his briefs back on.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” You shot a smile, “I’ve got an early work thing.” You could see the tiniest hint of worry in his eyes, smirking, you picked up a pen from the dresser, etching your phone number on today’s date on his wall calendar. Moving to kiss him one last time, “Call me.” With a wink, you were gone into the New York night.
