Chapter 29 One More Night
Rafe’s POV
My phone screen glowed in the dim hallway light, Shawn’s name staring back at me with two missed calls. My thumb hovered over the call button as the notification sat there like a dare.
Call him back.
Hear what bullshit excuse he has this time.
The words echoed in my head over and over again as confusion flooded through me, but then, the memory of the rink slammed into me again. Shawn was standing there, Avery clinging to his arm, telling her he’d meet her parents tonight.
That fucking jerk had chosen her over me.
After growling that my ass belonged to him and no one else, he had picked her side without hesitation.
Fuck Shawn!
I quickly locked the screen and shoved the phone deep into my jacket pocket. No…I wasn’t going to chase him anymore. Not tonight.
My gaze shifted to the apartment door in front of me, the number the stranger had scribbled on that scrap of paper burning a hole in my memory.
Yeah…
The same person who fucked me raw in the club bathroom. I couldn’t believe that, up until now, I didn’t even know his name, and neither did he know mine… the whole thing felt ridiculous, almost funny in a twisted way.
Two strangers fucking each other just to forget other people. Fucking pathetic, but right now it was exactly what I needed.
“I’m doing this,” I muttered more to myself than anyone, forcing my hand up the door, and knocking once.
KNOCK!
No response.
I lifted my hand to knock again when the door swung open, the sight in front of me was nothing but damn!
The guy stood there, shirtless, tattoos rising across his chest down his arms, that same cocky smirk the night we’d fucked still on his face. His dark hair was messy, like he’d just run his fingers through it.
“Well, well,” he drawled, his eyes raking all over me with obvious hunger. “Didn’t think you’d actually show up. Come inside, pretty boy.”
I hesitated on the threshold, my instincts screaming at me to turn around and walk away. But the other part—the angry, jealous, hurt part — wanted to forget everything about Shawn Calder for just a second.
Before I could think about it twice, I stepped inside. The apartment was small and modest, nothing like the luxury houses I was used to living in.
There was a worn-out couch in the sitting room, a tiny kitchen built at the corner, and the faint smell of weed and cheap cologne lingering in the air.
“Uhmmm…your house—“
Before I could finish my words, he moved. In one terrifying swift motion, he pinned me against the wall, the door clicking shut behind us. I barely had time to react before his hands were at my belt, yanking it open without patience.
He dropped to his knees instantly in the tiny sitting room, dragging my jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. My cock sprang free, already half-hard from the adrenaline and lingering frustration.
The next thing I felt was his lips wrapped around the head of my thick length, sucking me down in one rough, wet slide.
“Fuck—” The word tore out of me before I could stop it, my head slamming back against the wall due to the immense pleasure.
He didn’t give me a chance to recover as he sucked hard, nothing gentle or soft about it. His mouth was hot and relentless, tongue pressing flat along the underside while he bobbed his head fast and deep.
One of his massive hands gripped the base, stroking what he couldn’t take, the other digging into my thigh to hold me in place.
“Wait…shit…it’s too sudden…”
I tried to speak through the pleasure crashing over me, but he doesn’t give me any chance to finish my words. “I didn’t come here for… fuck—”
He ignored me completely, if anything, he sucked harder, burying my cock deep inside to the hilt until his nose brushed my pelvis. My hips jerked without meaning to in response, my fingers fisting into his dark hair to pull him even closer.
He pulled back, just enough to look up at me, his lips glistening with the wet slick of my pre-cum. “You talk too much, pretty boy…just let me take care of you.”
Then he was back on me, he swirled his tongue around the head, sucking hard on the sensitive spot just below it, then swallowed me down again until I felt the tight squeeze of his throat.
“Ahh… fuck…” a shameful moan tears out of me instantly, echoing high and desperate through the entire tiny apartment.
Another followed right after, louder and more humiliating.” “Nnghh…shit… oh god, yes—” each word turning into a whimper as he buried my cock deep into his mouth and sucked harder.
“Mmm…fuck… ahh!”
I tried to force the moans down, but they just kept spilling out uncontrollably, each one made my face burn hotter with embarrassment, but I couldn’t stop them.
How the hell was I supposed to stop when his mouth was on my cock right now? “God… “Hah…nngh!”I gasped between moans, my hips twitching helplessly as another broken whimper escaped me.
I didn’t even realize when every single thought about Shawn dissolved instantly. The missed calls from him, the anger, the hurt — it all faded under the relentless heat of his mouth.
“Fuck this,” the words choked out of me as my hips started moving, fucking shallowly into his mouth to chase immense pleasure. “I’m down for one more sex again.”
He hummed around my cock in approval, the vibration shooting straight through me. Then, his hands gripped my ass, pulling me deeper as he let me fuck his throat until tears began streaking down the corners of his eyes from the roughness, but he didn’t stop.
If anything, he encouraged it — sucking, and taking in every inch of my thick, hard length.
“Oh…yeah….just like that…”
I was lost in it now, the wet filthy sounds of my cock sliding inside his mouth echoed through the room. And for the first time tonight, the ache in my chest faded, replaced by pure, untamed pleasure.
I wasn’t thinking about Shawn anymore.
I wasn’t thinking about anything except how good this stranger’s mouth felt on my cock.