𝘈𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝
﹝𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥﹞
Rafe and I are stood on the balcony, my back pressed against the railing as he kisses my neck and paws at my ass like a desperate teenager. I grin at his eagerness in amusement, running my fingers through his hair and whispering dirty things into his ear, only riling him up even more.
All of a sudden his lips leave my skin and he stands up straight, making me frown.
"Why'd you stop?" I whine.
"We have an audience" He murmurs.
I spin around and my eyes widen when I see Pope at the wall next to Kiara who has a can of spray paint in her hand.
"We know what you did! Murderers!" Kiara screams loudly as Pope drags her away.
"I'm gonna kill them" Rafe snaps, turning to walk away but I grab him.
"Hey, come on" I smile, trying to defuse the situation by wrapping my arms around him and kissing his jaw "They're just stupid kids"
"They're little shits" Rafe counters.
"Uhuh" I agree with a laugh, grabbing his hands and placing them back on my ass "Just forget about them"
"Addy, they just vandalised my home" He argues, but doesn't pull his hands away.
"I'll deal with them later" I mumble against his neck.
"Hardly. You'd let them away with murder" He objects, tensing up as I run my hand down his chest.
"Well, I let you away with it" I retort, gently pushing him away from me and grabbing my glass of vodka off the table before entering the house.
"Sweetheart, come on" He groans, chasing after me.
"Leave me alone" I snap, downing the rest of my drink.
"You're in my house" He deadpans and I spin around with a glare.
"I'll leave then" I declare, dropping the glass in my hand and watching it smash on the ground before storming down the stairs.
"Oh my fucking God" Rafe mutters, following me in annoyance "What is wrong with you?"
"What is wrong with me?!" I spin around wildly and poke my finger into his chest "I'll tell you what's wrong with me, Cameron. I'm everything I swore I'd never be. I'm every bad part of my parents smushed into one drug addicted, alcoholic, abandoning, little body and I fucking hate myself for it!"
"Now, leave me the fuck alone" I add, walking away from him once again.
Before I can reach the door in my fuzzy state, my arm is grabbed and I'm spun around to face Rafe.
"I'll love you enough for the both of us" He assures me and all my anger fades away.
I lean in and press my lips to his in a gentle kiss, making the boy smile. He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, cupping my cheek in his palm.
"You're not perfect, sweetheart. No one is" He tells me "So stop beating yourself up over it"
"What if you get tired of me?" I ask him.
"Then we can take a nap" He shrugs, causing me to smile.
I press my lips to his again, but this time the kiss is more intense and he grabs my hips, lifting me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist and I run my fingers through his hair as he squeezes my thighs tightly. Rafe turns and starts make his way back up the stairs as I trial kisses down his neck, nipping at the skin.
"Watch the glass" I warn him as we reach the top.
"I'll pick that up later" He breathes out.
We reach his room and as soon as the door slams shut behind us, I reach down to palm him through his trousers. He whimpers loudly and grabs my wrist tightly, causing me to look at him in confusion.
"What's wrong?" I ask in concern.
"I want to make you feel good" He says shakily.
"You've been making me feel good for weeks now" I argue "Why won't you let me touch you?"
"It's complicated" He replies vaguely.
"Am I not good enough?" I question, my heart sinking at the thought.
"That's not it" He quickly snaps "You're more than good enough"
"Then what's wrong?" I huff.
"I don't deserve it, okay?!" Rafe yells at me, putting me down and walking away from me.
"What are you talking about?" I sigh in frustration.
"I made you so upset that you left. Twice" He explains, looking awfully stressed as he sits down on his bed "I need to make it better"
I don't reply, walking up to him and placing my hands on his jaw so he'll look up at me.
"We're a bit messy and we argue a lot, but I don't ever want you to feel like you don't deserve something because of a stupid argument" I tell him, stroking his cheek with my thumb "Do you understand me?"
He nods, staring up at me through darkened eyes and I move my hands to his hair, gripping a handful and pulling his head back.
"Rafe" I say sternly.
"I understand" He rushes out.
"Good boy" I praise him and he lets out a throaty groan.
I slowly kneel down in front of him so that I'm eye level with his crotch and his eyes follow me the whole way with a hungry gaze.
"Take 'em off" I demand, tugging at the ankle of his trousers.
He immediately obeys, unbuckling his belt and unzipping the pants, pulling them and his boxers down. His angry red erection stands tall against his stomach and I pout at how swollen it looks.
"You sore, baby?" I coo, sitting up and placing my hands on his bare thighs, making him inhale sharply.
"Not came in ages" He whines, fisting the sheets either side of him.
"How long?" I ask him curiously, sliding my palms closer to his hips.
"Since before you left with Kiara" He answers and my eyes widen as I look up at him.
"Holy shit" I mumble "You poor little thing"
Deciding not to tease him any longer, I take a hold of his cock and he gasps, his knuckles turning white. I dip my head down and wrap my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue around it. Rafe moves one of his hands to my hair, threading his fingers through the roots and talking a grip of a large chunk at the back of my head. I take him in my mouth as far as I can go, breathing through my nose and deep throating him, using my hand for the rest that I can't take. He moans, bucking his hips up and my eyes water as I choke, only making him moan louder.
I bob my head up and down in a fast pace, knowing he probably won't last long this time and he whines desperately, tugging at my hair until my scalp burns.
"Please, please, please, please, please" He begs breathily, his cock twitching in my mouth.
I moan around him and he throws his head back in bliss, using my hair to slow my movements down.
"Gonna cum too fast" He murmurs but I protest, moaning around him again "Oh, fuck"
He practically shakes, trying to hold back from finishing too fast while I hollow out my cheeks and deep throat his cock, trying to make him finish.
"Addy" He whimpers and I can tell he's on the edge.
I fasten my pace, ignoring his harsh grip on my hair and he lets out a deep growl like moan, his hips bucking into my face as he cums. I swallow the salty load before thinking too much about it and pull off of his cock with a pop.
Rafe stares down at me with a dazed smile on his face and I tilt my head with a lopsided smile. He reaches down and grabs the front of the oversized shirt I'm wearing, pulling me up to sit on his lap.
"My favourite girl" He mumbles, leaning in and peppering kisses down my neck.
"Do you maybe wanna fuck your favourite girl?" I ask him teasingly, grinding myself onto him "Because she misses your cock"
"Take your clothes off" He demands.