Page 63 of Smash

Rafe took very slow steps toward me, as if to give me one last chance to change my mind. But I knew I wasn’t turning around. In fact, the pull toward him felt so magnetic, I wasn’t sure I could move right now if I’d wanted to.

Rafe’s lips were just inches from mine. “You should’ve fucking left.”

As much as I knew that to be true, the need for physical contact was too strong. I was willing to go to hell for it. I looked down at his rock-hard cock and licked my lips. Slipping my T-shirt over my head, I stood before him in nothing but my panties.

Rafe’s chest heaved as he took me in, his eyes darkening. Reality slipped into a dreamlike state I never wanted to leave, one with no rules, just unbridled pleasure. As his gaze moved down my body, my nipples hardened. I let my eyes roam over his sculpted muscles again, the ripples making him a virtual work of art. His cock glistened at the tip. I wanted to kneel and take it into my mouth, and almost did, until his voice stopped me.

“Turn around, Talia,” he demanded.

I did as he said and felt his large hand on my back as he guided me over to the wall adjacent to his bed. The heat of his body behind me felt scorching. A second later, he gripped my panties, practically ripping them off of me. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He pressed his engorged cock against the slit of my ass. Closing my eyes, I bent my head back.

Rafe bunched my hair in his hand and pushed himself against me as he spoke into my neck. “This is what you want?”

“Yes.” I panted, completely at his mercy.

“How about this?” He pressed against me even harder. I could feel him throbbing.

Barely able to speak, I breathed, “Yes.”

“Spread your legs.”

I complied, pressing my palms against the wall and closing my eyes. Rafe glided his tongue along the skin of my back, then gently bit down. My clit buzzed as I ached to feel him inside of me. As Rafe sucked on my neck, I reached down to rub myself, unable to contain the need between my legs any longer.

“I wish I could stop this,” he murmured. “But I fucking can’t.”

Just as those words exited his mouth, I felt the burn of his thick cock entering me in one rough push. I gasped. His body shuddered, a low groan escaping him as he began to move in and out, thrusting harder each time. I was so wet that I could hear the slick sound of my arousal with every movement. Oh my God. It’s happening. And I was so screwed.

“Fuck…how damn wet you are…you feel…this feels…” His words trailed off as he moved faster. “I’d give up everything for you, Talia. You fucking own me right now.” He groaned. “What the fuck is happening to me?”

I bucked my hips to meet each of his thrusts and felt my orgasm ready to blow through me. I tightened every muscle in my body to stop it because I never wanted this to end. It couldn’t end because then I’d have to face the unthinkable aftermath.

“You’re all I fucking think about,” Rafe whispered as he slowed his pace. “All I dream about. I can’t fucking stop.”

Yet then he did what he said he couldn’t. He stopped.

What’s happening? I thought I might die if he ended this now. Had I risked everything and crossed the line, only to have him leave me without a finish?

He flipped me around to face him and kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth. As I relished his taste, the muscles between my legs clamored for more, desperate to have him inside me again. I threaded my fingers through his hair, experiencing its silky thickness for the first time.

Rafe led me to his bed, gently pushing me to the mattress and pinning me beneath him. His long hair fell over his face, and I tucked it behind his ear so I could see him. Only the light from the street illuminated his face in the otherwise dark room.

His eyes were glassy as he looked down at me. “Spread your legs wide, Talia,” he demanded, nudging my knees open.

He lowered himself and entered me again.

I shrieked, my body humming now that he filled me again.

“Shhh…” he warned, wrapping his hand around my neck. “You’re fucking mine right now, aren’t you, Talia?” He pumped into me. “All. Fucking. Mine.” He released the hold on my neck, sliding his hand down to squeeze my breast before taking my nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard. “You’re gonna feel me tomorrow,” he muttered over my skin.

Then he stopped again, pulling out. This was a rollercoaster ride of pleasurable torture.

“Get down on all fours on the floor. The bed will make too much noise for the way I need to take you right now.”

Exhilarated and a little drunk with arousal, I dropped to my knees on the plush carpet at the side of his bed. With my ass in the air, I felt goosebumps form all over my body. The cold air was soon replaced by the heat of Rafe’s body behind me.

When he entered me this time, I made a sound of desperation like nothing that had ever come out of me before. He fisted my hair as he fucked me harder than ever, grunting with every thrust.

“God…Rafe…” I rasped, tightening my muscles around his shaft. “Oh my God.”