Chapter eight six
Trigger Warning: Explicit sexual content and intense physical intimacy.
Alora’s POV
"What the hell, Rafe," I snapped, still shaking from the ride.
"You need to calm down," he said, removing his seat belt with an almost casual air.
"Calm down? I’m not the one spiraling and driving recklessly," I shot back, sliding into my seat, chest still pounding.
He was silent, rubbing his chin as if he hadn’t just nearly killed us both. The sight of him—vulnerable, unsure—hit me harder than I expected.
"I’m sorry, okay. I didn’t mean for this to happen… I just…" His voice cracked, low and ragged.
This wasn’t him. And it hurt to see him like this, unable to explain, unable to let me in.
"Can’t you at least talk to me? I’m right here," I urged softly, reaching out.
"Thank you," he whispered, taking my hand gently. The warmth of his fingers wrapped around mine and sent a jolt straight through me.
I pulled him into a hug, patting his back, trying to steady both our racing hearts. Then, almost without warning, he shifted, pulling me onto his lap.
My breath caught as his body pressed against mine, and before I could process it, his lips crushed onto mine in a fierce, desperate kiss.
My hands fisted in his jacket, clinging as if I could anchor myself to him and the chaos outside the car didn’t exist. Every nerve screamed, every inch of me alive, pulled toward him in ways I wasn’t ready to understand.
He tilted me slightly, pressing closer, and the heat of his body spread through me like wildfire. My pulse raced, my mind screaming a warning I couldn’t hear over the thunder of my own desire.
I tried to pull back just enough to speak, but he silenced me with the brush of his lips against my jaw, his hands sliding over my sides with a teasing insistence that made my stomach flip.
“Rafe…” I whispered, breath uneven, heart hammering. My hands traced the outline of his chest, feeling every taut muscle, every tremor beneath his shirt.
"We need to talk," I insisted, trying to pull away.
"Fine," he said, lifting his hands in surrender—but his gaze stayed fixed on my half-open shirt, dark and hungry.
I could feel my resolve crumbling under his stare.
"Fuck, you are impossible," I cursed, unable to resist, and pulled him in, slamming my mouth into his.
His mouth claimed mine with a hunger that matched the storm raging inside me, tongues tangling in a messy, urgent dance.
I ground down against his lap, feeling the hard ridge of his cock straining through his jeans, pressing insistently into the heat between my thighs.
A low groan escaped him, vibrating against my lips, and it sent a fresh wave of wetness soaking my panties.
I rocked my hips, chasing that friction. My skirt hiked up as I straddled him fully in the confined space of the driver's seat. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing the firm flesh and pulling me closer, fingers digging in just enough to bruise. "Alora," he murmured against my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there, his breath hot and ragged.
I arched into him, my breasts heaving with each pant, nipples hardening to peaks that rubbed against the lace of my bra. One of his hands slid up my back, tangling in my hair to tilt my head.
This exposed more of my throat for his teeth and tongue. He sucked hard, marking me, and I gasped, the sharp sting blending with the ache building low in my belly.
"We shouldn't… not here," I breathed, even as my fingers fumbled with his belt. The metal clinked softly in the quiet car. But my body betrayed me, thighs clenching around his hips, desperate for more.
Rafe's eyes locked on mine, dark with need, as he helped me undo the buckle. "Then tell me to stop," he challenged, voice rough, but his free hand was already pushing my shirt open further. He palmed my breast through the thin fabric. His thumb circled my nipple, teasing it to an even tighter bud, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan.
I didn't stop him. Instead, I yanked his zipper down, freeing his thick cock from the confines of his boxers. It sprang out, hot and heavy in my hand, the velvety skin pulsing under my grip. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and I swiped my thumb over it, spreading the slickness as I stroked him slowly, feeling him twitch and harden further.
"Fuck, yes," he hissed, bucking up into my touch. His other hand slipped under my skirt, fingers tracing the edge of my soaked panties before pushing them aside. He found my clit with unerring accuracy, rubbing firm circles that made my vision blur, stars exploding behind my eyelids.
I leaned forward, capturing his mouth again. The head of his cock nudged against my entrance. With a shared breath, I sank down, inch by inch, stretching around his girth. The fullness was overwhelming, a delicious burn that had me crying out into the kiss.
He thrust up to meet me, burying himself to the hilt. We both stilled for a moment, savoring the connection—the way my walls clenched around him, the heat of our bodies fused together. Then I started moving, riding him with a rhythm that built fast, hips rolling in desperate circles.
His hands guided me, one on my hip, the other kneading my breast, pinching the nipple until I whimpered. Sweat slicked our skin. The car windows fogged up around us, sealing us in this bubble of raw, unfiltered passion. Every slide of him inside me pushed me closer to the edge, my clit grinding against his pelvis with each descent.
"Rafe… oh god," I gasped, nails raking down his chest, leaving red trails on his skin. He growled in response, flipping the seat back as much as it would go and driving up harder, pounding into me with reckless abandon.
The tension coiled tighter, my body trembling on the brink. His fingers returned to my clit, rubbing faster, and it shattered me waves of pleasure crashing over me as I came, pussy spasming around his cock, milking him deep.
He followed seconds later, groaning my name as he spilled inside me, hot pulses filling me up. We collapsed together, breaths mingling, hearts thundering in unison.