Chapter 14 On My Knees For You
Rafe’s POV
Shawn’s eyes are still locked on me, burning with something cold that sends chills through my entire body.
“You think you can just say whatever shit because you’re Kai Navarro’s little bitch?” His voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper. “One more word from you and I’ll—“
“You’ll do what?” I cut him off before he could finish those words, “Let me guess, maybe you’ll try to hit me? Go ahead. We both know how that’s going to end.”
For a second there, I think Shawn might actually punch me across the face. Instead, he grabs the collar of my shirt and hauls me in. His lips crash hard against now, no ounce of gentleness…just pure ugly desire.
I groan into it, my hands flying to his face instantly, fingers digging into the sharp angles of his jaw as he deepens the kiss even more. I kiss him harder, my tongue shoving past his teeth, silencing every faint moan that escapes him.
And then—
Suddenly he pulls back and shoves me back a step, breaking the contact. His chest is rising and falling heavily the moment his eyes shift toward the half-open door on the balcony where anyone could enter.
“Shit!” He barks.
Panic flickers across his face for a second. Before I can reach for him, he moves, shoving past me hard enough that our shoulders collide brutally. Then he starts walking toward our dorm, as if he can outrun what just happened.
“Stop, Calder.” I don’t give him a second to breathe, and I begin to follow behind him. “Where the hell are you going?”
The door slams shut behind us, but Shawn doesn’t stop, nor does he look back. He just keeps walking to the dorm room like it could erase the fact that his mouth wasn't just on mine.
“Fucking stop, Calder!”
“Shawn.”
“Don’t!” The word echoes through the hallway, “Don’t you dare call me by my name.” He kicks the door shut the second he’s inside the dorm room, and I follow behind.
“You just kissed me and suddenly act like it’s nothing?”
“It was a mistake.”
“Bullshit.” I cross the room in three strides. “You’ve been looking at me like you want to either fuck me or kill me since the day I got into this academy. Maybe it’s high time you pick one.”
He slams a hand on the wall, enough to rattle the door. “Fuck you, Navarro!”
“Say it again,” I move closer, close enough that our lips brush now. Shawn doesn’t step back, but every muscle in his body locks tight. “Say it like you mean it.”
“Fuck. Yo—“
I grab his wrist before he can finish, pinning them hard against the wall. “You know nothing about how I feel, what you do to me every time your gaze lands on me. Every time you pretend that there’s nothing between us.”
“Let go of me!” He barks, his hands struggling in every possible way to break free from my grip.
“No…I won’t,” I pushed forward, pulling my body flush against him so close that I could feel his heart beat pounding like a war drum through my shirt. “You want to keep lying to yourself? Fine. Lie to yourself. Lie to your girlfriend and everyone else…but you can’t lie to me anymore.”
“Rafe—”
Before he can finish his words, I press my mouth over his. I pin his wrists above his head with one hand, the other sliding down to grip his thighs, grinding against him until he can feel exactly how hard I am.
He tries to resist for maybe two seconds as his body goes rigid, lips fighting hard against my kiss. Then, something inside him snaps.
His fingers fist into my hair, pulling me closer like he couldn’t decide whether to fight or surrender. I release his wrists, and instantly his hands are everywhere—gripping my shoulders, clawing down my back, holding my shirt like he wants to tear it off.
“You claim to hate me” I murmur against his mouth, biting his lower lip until a winced sound of pain escapes him. “But what you really hate is how much you want this.”
“Shut up,” he snarls, but the words are wrecked, breathless.
I slide my hand under his shirt, trailing my fingers lightly down to his ribbed abs, all the way to the center line leading to his thick, hard length.
“Tell me to stop,” I whisper into his ear. “Just one word and I’ll never do this again.”
His gaze locks on mine immediately, furious, as though I’d just said the opposite of everything he wants to hear. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
That’s all it takes for me to lose total control.
I drop to my knees.
He jerks back, his hands slapping the wall for balance. I look up at him…really look, his messy hair, cheeks flushed, his chest rising and falling too fast. I’ve never seen him this handsome; furious, desperate for more.
My hands find his belt and I hook my fingers into the belt loops, dragging him closer. He stumbles half a step, but I don’t give him any time to recover, pressing my face against the thick, hard length of him.
“Suck my cock like the good rookie you are…” he growls, pure dark desire vibrating through his voice.
I don’t answer. I start to unbuckle his belt—slow, deliberate, I tug both his trousers and boxers down together. His cock springs free in an instant, thick, already leaking.
“Look at you…already leaking like a desperate slut for this rookie,” I wrap my hand around his dick, my hands moving in slow, firm strokes. “Open wider, Captain. Show me how bad you want this cock in my mouth.”
I lean in and drag my tongue along the underside, root to tip. His thighs tremble, but I don’t stop, I do it again…slower this time, then swirl around the head, tasting salt and heat.
He chokes out a shameless moan that goes straight to my own aching dick.
“Fuck…Navarro—“
I don’t wait for him to finish, and I take his entire length into my mouth. The vibration makes him swear again, pushing his thick, hard length deeper inside my mouth.
I take him deeper, relaxing my throat until his cock is fully inside my mouth. Then I pull back slowly, sucking hard, my tongue pressing flat along the vein as I begin to suck in faster now. Relentless.
“Goddamn it…your fucking mouth,” he growls with every rhythm. “Don’t…don’t stop…shit!”