Blame It On Pride

Y/n's POV:

Next morning, I decided to be at least a little bit more productive due to us leaving tomorrow and since we will go to that club, everything should be ready for when we come back since I am assured that I won't be able to pack my bags whilst seeing little blobs instead of clothes...

Standing up, I begin tidying and categorising everything as I didn't notice a presence in the room, Rafe is standing there, arms folded and that vice-smirk ledged on his lips,

'Leaving so soon?'

'Yes, you are the reason-'

'What was that? Speak louder princess and look at me whilst talking.' He commands, I glare at him,

'No, but we are tomorrow, I am just getting ready,' I respond,

'That's what I thought,' He muses, stepping closer to me, he opens one of the drawers, I quickly tread towards him before he takes out something-something that he shouldn't,

'Hey-'

'Ooh, you never told me that you can be slutty,' He taunts, chuckling as he holds up a laces lingerie, examining it, 'I'd like to see you in those.' He muses as before I could take them back, he claims it and places it in his front pocket, putting it deep...

'Oh no love, I am keeping those, if of course you are willing to reach for them yourself.' He smirks as I nod and walk closer to him,

'I guess I'm going to have to reach, Cameron.' I taunt as he chuckles and awaits me, fuck, do I really have to do it? I don't need my underwear that much...

'Are you scared darling? I won't bite...maybe.' He smirks, walking even closer to me, fuck it,

I reach for his pocket, his eyes are sternly on me as I slowly slide my hand in the pocket, hooking the lingerie, he slackens his lips apart his eyes still laid on me, his jaw is clenches, it's tranquil...quiet, just us, our heavy breathing, our attempts to pretend like we don't care, like it means nothing to us, if I listen close enough, I think I can distinguish my own heartbeat,

I then feel something else-something that Is definitely not my lingerie,

'Rafe-what else do you have in your pocket?' I gasp as he smirks and leans in closer to me, he tips my chin and whispers in my ear,

'Nothing doll-face,' He responds, my eyes widen momentarily as I was about to pull my hand out, however he grasps it and keeps it in, holding it tightly, he grunts and inhales quickly, I gasp as I feel his length poking through,

'Rafe-I don't think-'

'Don't pretend like you don't want to get on your knees for me, don't pretend like you don't want to show me just how slutty you can get for me, just for me...' He responds, stepping closer, do I? Last time I wanted to assassinate my won self, but just one more time, I mean, he was my first ever orgasm, he could be my second...right?

'Now be a good girl and get on your knees.' He commands...