18. Chapter 18
Chapter 18
C HAPTER EIGHTEEN
RORY
The wind blew across my face. Under the moonlight, Raphael's blonde hair looked almost silver. His blue eyes were bright as they regarded me. His expression was guarded, and I swallowed.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked.
"I came to apologize," I said, swallowing hard.
Raphael shrugged. "Apology accepted. Now go back inside. It's cold and you may get sick."
He didn't move, but I could tell he was ready to. He wanted to walk away from me and my heart pounded as I wondered if that meant he didn't want to be around me anymore.
I shook my head. "No," I said, my voice cracking.
He turned to look at me.
"I didn't mean it. I know that you're trying, Raphael," I whispered. "I know you care. You've proven that so many times."
He was quiet for a few seconds. "It's fine, Rory. I get it."
"No, you don't," I said, taking steps toward him. "I didn't mean it. I'm just upset. Everything is happening so fast and-"
I hiccuped, a sob escaping me.
Raphael moved quickly, stepping close to me and wrapping his arms around me. His hand slid up my spine and settled on the nape of my neck. I rested my cheek against his chest, taking a deep breath.
"Please," I whispered. "Don't hate me. Don't leave me."
His grip on me tightened. "I could never hate you," he said, tilting my head up. His fingers trailed over my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine.
"I won't leave you either," he added, his gaze on mine.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I gasped, parting them. Raphael groaned, the sound vibrating through me.
I gripped his shirt, standing on the tips of my toes and deepening the kiss. It had been a while since he kissed me and it felt like I was on fire, like my body was burning with desire. Raphael lifted me up, and my legs wrapped around his waist.
His kisses were slow and deliberate. His hands roamed my body, gripping and caressing. He broke away from my lips and pressed his mouth to my jaw and then my neck. "Wanna go inside?" he murmured against my skin.
"Yes, please," I said.
Raphael walked towards the house. His hand squeezed my ass, and I yelped, feeling the wetness pooling in my panties. As we stepped inside, I reached out and shut the door. He walked down the corridor and up the stairs. His lips trailed up my neck and then back down, nibbling at the sensitive skin there.
"You smell so good," he whispered.
He opened the door and walked us into his room. He lowered me to the bed, and his weight came on top of me, pinning me down. I moaned, squirming.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his hand moving down to the hem of my dress. He pushed it up, his hand brushing against the bare skin of my thighs.
"Raphael," I whimpered.
He pressed his lips to my collarbone, biting gently and then sucking on the spot. "I want to taste you."
He slipped the straps of my dress down, tugging it off me and tossing it aside. His eyes were bright and heated. They lingered on my chest, his pupils blown. Then he leaned forward, his tongue tracing over the lace of my bra, sending shivers through me.
"Rory, are you okay?"
His lips moved over the swell of my breast, kissing and sucking.
"Do you want me to stop?"
I could barely breathe. I gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging into his flesh. "Don't stop," I whispered.
Raphael groaned, his hand moving to unclip my bra. He pulled the cups down, revealing my breasts. I gasped when he leaned forward, his mouth closing around one of my nipples, his teeth scraping against it gently.
My back arched. Raphael sucked harder, and my nails dug into his shoulders. My skin felt like it was burning. My nipples were pebbled and stiff, and my panties were soaked. I ground against him, feeling his hard length.
Raphael pulled back, his eyes glazed. "Fuck," he whispered, his hands going to my underwear.
I watched him slide them down, his breathing heavy. He kissed my chest and then my stomach. His hands were on my hips, and he lowered his head between my legs.
I cried out when his tongue flicked over my clit, licking a stripe through the wetness. Raphael groaned, his lips closing around the sensitive bud, sucking hard. My head fell back against the pillow, and my nails scraped down his back.
I squirmed, pleasure coursing through me. Raphael's hand slid down, his thumb pressing into my folds. I arched off the bed as his finger circled my entrance, teasing and taunting.
"Fuck Rory," he muttered. "You're so wet."
I writhed as he pushed the tip of his finger in. "Raphael."
He chuckled. His tongue flicked over my clit, and then he added another finger, pumping them in and out. My breathing grew ragged, my moans loud. Raphael sucked harder, his fingers moving faster.
I gripped his hair, pulling him closer. My body was taut and tight. My muscles were clenched and my blood was boiling. I was close. So close.
"Let go, baby," Raphael whispered.
My back arched off the bed. My legs trembled. My body tightened. Then everything snapped.
The wave of pleasure crashed through me, and I screamed.
Raphael's tongue swirled around my clit. His fingers moved slowly. My orgasm lasted for a long time. When the tremors finally faded, I lay limply against the mattress.
Raphael raised his head, licking his lips. His hair was messy, his eyes bright. He looked...beautiful.
He leaned in to kiss me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I tasted myself, and it made me moan. I slid my hand under his shirt, trailing my fingers over his abs and his chest.
He pulled back, breaking the kiss. His eyes were wide. "Fuck, I want you so bad," he muttered.
He leaned forward, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. I slipped into his pants, feeling his hard, hot length. Raphael's breathing was heavy. "Do you want me too, Rory?" he whispered.
I didn't respond. Instead, I pushed him back, making him lie on his back. Raphael watched me as I knelt before him, my hands going to his belt.
"Yes," I said.
His eyes were on me. He reached for the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth.
I unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down. Then I slipped his boxers down, and his hard cock sprung free. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it slowly.
Raphael groaned, his head falling back against the mattress. I moved closer, lowering my head. My lips closed around the head of his cock. I tasted him, sucking gently. He jerked, his fingers tightening in my hair.
I swirled my tongue over his head, then took him deeper, letting the tip of his cock brush the back of my throat. Raphael hissed. I looked up, our gazes locked as I sucked his dick.
"Fucking hell, Rory," he muttered.
I bobbed my head, taking him deeper, and he thrust into my mouth. I let him use my throat, his cock throbbing as I sucked. He cursed, his hand in my hair. He pushed me down and held me there.
"You're so good at this, baby," he muttered.
My throat felt tight, clasping around his length.
Raphael pushed me back and I gasped, my lungs screaming for air. I coughed, drool dripping down the corner of my mouth. He tugged me by my hair, pulling me to him and pressing his mouth to mine.
His hand went to my breast, his fingers rolling my nipple. He broke the kiss and rolled us over, pressing his body to mine.
"Need...you..." he said between gasps. "Now."
He pushed my thighs apart, rubbing his cock against my slit. Then he pressed forward, his length sliding inside.
I closed my eyes and moaned, my legs wrapping around his waist.
"Rory," he said, his voice strained.
"Mhmm."
"Look at me."
I opened my eyes, staring into his. He leaned in, his lips grazing mine. His gaze was intense, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
Raphael began to thrust.
Slowly.
Steadily.
Thoroughly.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pushed deeper, and my nails dug into his skin. He groaned, his movements faster. His hips rocked, his cock sliding in and out of me.
I moaned.
"So good, baby," he whispered. "You're so fucking good."
He moved harder, his strokes deep and steady. My head fell back against the pillow, the pleasure overwhelming. He pressed his lips to my neck, his tongue swirling over the sensitive skin.
"Rory," he moaned. "Fuck, Rory."
He fucked me. Harder. Faster.
I was so close.
"I'm going to cum," he whispered. "Fuck, I'm so close."
I held my breath. The pleasure was building, threatening to break.
"Cum for me," Raphael groaned.
And I did.
My back arched. My eyes closed. My body shook.
My orgasm was powerful, and I screamed his name, my nails digging into his skin. Raphael's pace faltered, his hips jerking. Then he let out a loud moan, his cock pulsing inside me as he spilled his cum.
My legs quivered, and my eyes fluttered open. Raphael leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me softly. He held on tightly, like he didn't want to let go.
When he leaned back, it was to stare at me. I was panting, and his eyes were still hazy with pleasure. I felt him move, pulling his cock out of me and I whimpered.
He moved us until I was tucked into his side, his arm wrapped around me. His hand slid down, his palm coming to rest over my belly. He said nothing as he kissed my shoulder.
"I'm not in love with your brother," I said.
Raphael sighed heavily. "Rory, mentioning my brother after we just had mind-blowing sex is doing nothing for me."
I rolled my eyes and turned around to face him. "I'm sorry. I just don't...I like you. I think I really do."
He licked his lips. Then he leaned in and kissed me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth. The kiss was soft, his touch gentle.
"I believe you," he whispered gently. Then he kissed my forehead. "Get some rest. We've had a long day."
"Okay."
I turned back, settling into his embrace. We were wrapped in each other's arms, naked, our hearts pounding, but I couldn't help but notice....
Raphael hadn't said he liked me too.