Out of Focus (Love in LA #3)

“Can I get that in writing?” I tip my head to the side teasingly, smirking.

He narrows his eyes at me and steps forward. “You’re such a brat, red. Do you know what brats get?” I shake my head as his chest brushes against my perked nipples. “Brats get eaten out until they come so many times they have to beg for mercy.” Raf licks at my pulse point, and I push his shirt up, feeling his abs flex beneath my palms. “Brats get tied up and don’t get to touch,” he whispers and takes hold of my wrists. My eyes widen, my breath hitching as my fingers desperately reach for him. “But not today. Today, I want your hands on me. I want you pulling my hair when you come on my cock. Because you will, Charlie. You’re gonna come all over my cock. Now, say it.”

Placing my hands on his stomach, I bunch his shirt up until he takes over and pulls it over his head, tossing it on the bed. My touch is light over his pecs, his abs, my fingers trailing over the button of his jeans as I undo it. When the zipper is down, I grip him through his boxer briefs. “I’m going to come all over your cock while I pull your hair, Rafael.” My grip tightens, and he hisses at the mix of pleasure and pain. Then, he pushes his pants and underwear down with one hand while the other reaches for an unopened box of condoms in his nightstand. He rips at it with his teeth and tosses the box on the bed before doing the same to me.

My shocked giggle fills the room as I bounce on the bed, but it quickly dies on my lips when I see him hovering over me. His intense stare makes my skin heat and the dampness between my thighs intensify.

“Number one,” he says as he nuzzles into my neck. “Honesty and transparency. I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, and you know I’ve been tested since.” Over a year?

“It’s been?—”

“You don’t have to tell me.” I can feel his brows move together on my skin, so I take his face in my hands to look him in the eyes.

“I want to. It’s been two years.” His expression relaxes, and he nods. “And I have an IUD, but I’d like to use a condom anyway.” He nods again, and I know he understands. He doesn’t need an explanation or justification. “I’m probably very wet right now because I really, really want you to fuck me, but sometimes, I struggle to stay that way, and I need lube.” Seemingly unfazed by my admission and my requests, Rafael goes back to kissing my neck. But then he bites me, and I gasp with the shock of it.

“You can’t just say things like how much you want me to fuck you when I’m trying to have a serious conversation, firecracker.” He shakes his head, looking up at me. “I’m already struggling to keep it together here. Give me a damn break.” The pained look on his face would be convincing if it wasn’t for the lust in his eyes and the mirth in his voice. I giggle at his silliness, and his eyes soften, focusing on my mouth. “I love you,” he says on an exhale. “And I love the sound of your laughter. The way your freckles move when you smile.” Well, my insides are officially jelly. Going back to his ministrations and leaving me no chance to respond, he leaves a trail of kisses over my collarbone. “Contract item number four, ask for what you need.”

“I remember.” In the same way he knows I need to feel safe, I know he needs me to feel that way, too. “I just told you what I need. What do you need, meu amor?”

His answering groan and how his hips thrust lightly against my center make it difficult to concentrate on this conversation, but I wait for his response rather than arching into him, which is what I really want to do. “I have everything I need. Right here.” His lips hover over my chest, and he lowers his lips to leave three consecutive kisses directly over my heart. Tears prick at my eyes.

How is he real? Why did it take me so long to see what was right in front of me?

“Doesn’t matter. We only look forward now, carrot cake.” His eyes flit to mine with the crooked smirk that used to piss me off and now sends shivers down my spine. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Forward.” My back does arch then as his mouth latches to my nipple, his tongue flicking the hardened peak the way he knows I like. My fingers tangle into his hair as his hand lowers between us.

He releases my nipple with a pop, moving on to the other with a groan as his fingers discover just how turned on I am. He teases my clit, spreading my wetness around it, then I feel two fingers slide into me. I don’t understand how he can focus on kissing me, holding himself up, and working his fingers inside me. I can barely concentrate on just lying here.

Shit. No. Get out of your head, Charlie. Now’s not the time.

He nudges my nose with his. “You with me, Char?” His hand is resting on my stomach, and I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t even realize.

I swallow, feeling myself start to recoil. “I’m here. I’m sorry. I’m with you. I want to be here.”

The shake of his head is minuscule, but I know he’s telling me that I don’t need to apologize. “What can I do?”

“Take control. Consume me. Put that filthy mouth to use.” It’s what I need when I get like this—for the other person to take over, then maybe I can do the same when I’m more grounded. I need the back and forth, and we have always been good at that.

His response is immediate. His mouth covers mine, and his tongue demands entry, which I readily give. I moan into the kiss, immediately feeling my muscles relax into the mattress. His fingers grip my inner thigh, massaging their way to where I need his touch the most. His fingers match the tempo of his tongue, flitting over my clit until I’m writhing beneath him. I’m on the edge, my orgasm cresting as I’m ready to crash. And that’s when he stops, but then his fingers are plunging inside me, curling and stroking, driving me so wild there are no thoughts left inside my head.

My hands reach for him everywhere, and when I wrap my fingers around his hardness, he moans into my mouth. The sound alone has me seeing stars. I stroke him, and he curls his fingers inside me. And I’m right there, ready to beg him to make me come, but he pulls back again.

My whimper is more of a whine, and he knows I’m frustrated. Those twin dimples on his cheek give away his intentions. Rafael sucks on the two fingers that just drove me to near insanity, and I reach for the condom box, take out a wrapper, and rip it open.

He watches with widened eyes as I slip the condom over his cock slowly, deliberately. When he lowers himself again, I anticipate feeling him at my core, but he wraps an arm around my middle and flips us over so I’m straddling his thighs. With superhuman strength, he sits up and shuffles so his back is resting on the headboard, taking me with him on his lap.

Reaching into his nightstand drawer, he takes out a bottle of lube and casually squirts some on his erection, stroking himself twice, and then wiping his hand on his discarded shirt. All I can do is watch, my lips parted as I’m nearly panting with want.

“Sit on my cock, red.” He grabs the backs of my knees, pulling me closer until I’m sitting on the base of his cock. “Just like at the drive-in. Ride me and make yourself come. Fuck me.” His tone is serious, bossy, even. And yet, he’s handing me so much control. It’s the perfect balance.

I raise onto my knees, moving forward until I’m hovering over him as he lines himself up. I take my time, needing to feel every inch of him. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I lower about halfway, then lift so he’s almost all the way out again. I repeat this a few more times, reveling in that initial stretch. His hips thrust up, seeking me out, and I tsk, rising on my knees.

“Stay still. I’m the one doing the fucking right now, remember?” My legs are starting to get tired, but I hardly feel it when I see the fire in Rafael’s eyes, and it only urges me on to be bossy right back to him.

He nods, his hands loosening around my waist. “May I touch you?” He licks his lips, his touch now feather-light.

“I told you, you don’t need to ask me that anymore. I always want your hands on me.” I trail my hands down his chest, over his abs, and then I take one of his hands and bring it to my breast. “And your mouth,” I add. “Now, are you going to be a good boy and let me fuck you?”