Chapter 21 Aurora #2
Rafael purses his lips, his eyes roaming over me appreciatively from head to toe and back again, settling on my breasts.
‘You’re even more exquisite than I imagined.’
I shudder as he reaches out and cups the underneath of one breast in his large palm. He assesses its weight, brushing his thumb over my painfully hard nipple.
He cups the other breast, and I stand, completely on show and at his mercy as he strokes my nipples and palms my breasts in a way that makes me whimper and arch into his touch, believing I could actually come like this.
Just from Rafael Fairfax playing with my tits like some magically fingered bestower of orgasms.
‘Hm, perfection,’ he murmurs to himself, his eyes glued to my tits like I’ve passed some secret test.
He continues to admire and caress them until I’m squirming in my heels.
‘Don’t worry. It’s coming,’ he says, eyes and hands still on my breasts. ‘I’ll give every perfect inch of you the attention it deserves.’
I hate that I whimper at his words, like I’m desperate for more of him. But I am. I want to snatch his hands away and shove them between my thighs. Ride those long, skilled fingers until I come all over them and my arousal drips into his palm.
Then I want to sit on that infuriatingly handsome face and do it again. And again.
And that magnificent cock of his?
I want to ruin it.
I want to take it so hard and deep inside me that he’ll never forget the feeling of being inside me for as long as he lives.
I want to fuck Rafael Fairfax like my life depends on it.
Even though I still hate him, obviously.
I don’t wait for him to set the pace, I grab his shirt, unbuttoning it, slamming my lips to his at the same time.
‘Feeling impatient, Beauty?’ he groans, coming to me easily, yanking his shirt from his trousers and tearing the rest of the buttons open for me.
He rips down the zipper on his trousers as we kiss, then shoves them off along with his boxers and socks, before pulling me back into another devasting kiss that’s all tongue, heat, and sex.
Hot, velvety skin presses against my stomach, bringing with it the mouth-watering hardness of a giant cock. The type that will make my jaw ache, but that I can’t wait to see what it’s like to choke on.
‘I want . . . Oh, fuck,’ I moan as my panties are skilfully pulled to one side and strong fingers glide over my clit.
‘You want me to fuck you?’ he groans into my mouth. ‘I want that too. I want your perfect little cunt wrapped around my cock as I wring every last drop of your orgasm out of you. I want to hear you moan my name as I stuff you full of it until you’re scared you’ll split in two.’
‘Oh my God,’ I whine.
‘Good girl. Pray. Because the things I’m going to do to you, you’ll need all the help you can get to take them.’
He pushes two fingers inside me, his other hand flattening against my lower spine and keeping me upright against him.
‘Why are you so wet, Aurora?’ he asks, his sharp eyes intent on mine.
He curls his fingers, hitting my G-spot and making my entire body shudder in his arms.
‘I asked you a question.’
‘Because . . .’ I pant. ‘It feels good.’
‘My fingers inside you feel good?’
‘Y-yes,’ I moan as he fucks me with them in slow, deliberate strokes.
‘Do you want to come on them?’
I nod frantically, my orgasm coiling tight beneath the surface.
That night at the restaurant, when he told Charlie he’s a man who doesn’t have to wonder about whether a woman comes with him, makes perfect sense.
It’s been approximately five thrusts of his thick, skilled fingers, and I’m already close to finishing all over them.
‘Not yet,’ he says, removing them and leaving me feel empty.
I wilt into his arms at their loss, blinking at him through a horny haze as he brings them to his mouth and sucks.
‘You taste even better on my fingers than you did on my pen.’
All I manage is a strangled whimper as he walks me backwards until the edge of my bed hits the back of my legs.
‘Lie down,’ he instructs.
I sit on the bed, kicking off my heels, then scoot up it, reclining on to my back and gazing up at him. He stands at the foot of it, naked, hand wrapped tightly around his dick like that morning in his office.
‘Show me,’ he grunts.
‘Show you what?’
‘Show me where I get to put my cock tonight.’
His filthy words send a shot of unbearable heat through me, and my lips part on a moan as my thighs fall open on the bed.
‘Your mouth and your pussy? Why, thank you, Beauty. I’m going to enjoy filling both.’
I blink at him, shyness threatening to overtake me. When we were kissing before I didn’t feel so exposed, so vulnerable. But lying here while he looks at me with an animalistic wild sheen in his eyes is as terrifying as it is hot.
‘Rafael,’ I whimper.
He dips his chin and spits on his cock, lubing it up.
Dark eyes rise to meet mine.
‘You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted you,’ he groans, his bicep straining as he tugs on his cock.
I lower my eyes, taking it all in. He’s huge.
Bigger than I remember. His balls look full and ready to burst, bouncing heavily behind his shaft with every pump of his wrist. And his cock .
. . My eyes widen at its length, coated in a mix of his saliva and precum as the fat head glistens in a shade of deep red like it’s furious.
He climbs on to the bed, between my thighs, working his dick as he braces himself on his other arm and leans down to kiss me.
It’s deep, consuming, and makes my breath leave me in tiny little gasps like I can’t believe this is happening.
He lets go of his dick, and then his fingers are sliding inside my pussy again, forcing it to stretch around him.
‘You’re so bloody perfect. Look at you.’ He captures a nipple between his teeth and sucks down on to it as he holds my eyes. ‘Your body was made to drive me goddamn insane, Aurora.’
He sucks ravenously on my breast, kissing and biting it, pulling as much of it as he can into his mouth as he lets out a low hum of appreciation.
‘Jesus Christ.’
He fingers me harder, and I wriggle up the bed at how deep inside me he feels.
Grasping my hip, he drags me down beneath him. ‘Come back here. I’m nowhere near done with you.’
His fingers leave my body, and he slides down the bed, bringing his head level with my pussy. He studies it, like he’s savouring the moment, before he presses an open-mouthed kiss against my lace panties.
‘Bloody hell.’ His eyes fall closed in ecstasy.
Determined fingers slice under the fabric by my hips and peel my G-string down my thighs with agonising slowness.
I’m practically vibrating with need as Rafael unhooks them from my ankles and strokes the lace between his fingers with a frown.
‘These are drenched, Aurora,’ he scolds.
‘Are they?’ I reply innocently.
Sharp, cool eyes cut up to mine, melting into something hot and possessive as soon as we lock gazes.
‘All wet for me?’ he rasps.
I nod. ‘For you.’
‘Jesus,’ he groans.
Then he dives between my legs like he’s scared I’ll disappear. My thighs are pushed wide by his broad shoulders rippling between them, demanding space for him to be able to eat my pussy like he’s been starved.
The moans that leave my lips rival those of a casting couch audition.
But I can’t help it. The man is a certified fiend.
Just as I think I can’t possibly feel the heights of any more pleasure, the angle of his mouth changes, and his tongue flicks at a different speed, and my toes are curling all over again. I wriggle and writhe against the duvet.
‘Rafael,’ I pant. ‘Oh wow.’
‘Bloody delicious,’ he mumbles around a mouth full of my pussy before he zeroes in on my clit and circles a flattened tongue over it like he knows it’s guaranteed to drive me wild.
Arousal runs from me, coating his chin as I puff and whimper, making an involuntary sound show that’s no doubt massaging his ego to sky-scraping new heights.
But I can’t stop even if I wanted to.
The man is literally making me see stars with his sinful mouth.
‘So good,’ I whine, fingers tangling in the duvet cover like it’ll somehow help me as the torturous pleasure of an orgasm as hot as the sun threatens to burn through me.
Capable hands extract the material from my vice-like grip, and guide my hands to thick, rich brown waves, waiting to anchor me.
‘Good girl. Get a tight grip,’ Rafael groans as he closes his hands around mine, forcing me to scrunch his hair between my fingers until the tug against his scalp must feel like I’m trying to rip it from his skull.
His groan deepens into something primal and dangerous.
My clit throbs in response, and I pull harder.
‘Eat me out, then. See how hard you can make me come,’ I goad, a bloom of confidence surging inside me as Rafael doubles down on his efforts, fucking me with his tongue.
‘Dirty girl,’ he murmurs, sucking up a load of slick wet heat as it runs out of me into his waiting mouth.
‘Yes.’ I throw my head back and let loose, yanking at his hair as he winds me tighter and tighter.
‘Come on my face, Beauty. Soak me in it.’
Something about his filthy words have me arching up and moaning embarrassingly loud.
Everything about this is wrong.
I don’t even like him. He’s my best friend’s brother. He’s fourteen years older than me.
He’s about to make me come harder than I ever have in my life.
‘Rafael,’ I squeal, as I lift heavy, lust-hooded lids to gaze at him between my thighs.
I could get used to seeing him there, all big and broad and muscular.
Thick, dark hair twisted unapologetically between my fingers, dark brows set in concentration as if his sole focus is to get me off, and dark eyes .
. . dark eyes looking at me with such intensity that it’s like he’s looking deep inside me at my soul.
‘Fuck!’
I come hard, mouth flying open, body trembling, thighs tightening around his head.
He holds my eyes through all of it, his pace never faltering.
My orgasm sends me reeling, crying out and thrashing beneath him, not knowing what to do with myself.