Boost by Vi Summers

 

Chapter 27

-Greer-

 

 

Raf waited on the driver’s side of the car as I made my way to him. No chivalry here. He did, however, grab my hand and link our fingers before guiding me through the internal door and into his home. He looked at me with pride as I took in the unexpectedly gorgeous open-plan kitchen and living space.

“Use it like your own, Boss Lady. I’ll be offended if you don’t.”

My jaw dropped as I turned in a slow half-circle. Black kitchen cabinetry with matching kitchen island. Black bar stools lined the massive dark stone countertop, and black and gold pendant lights hung from the ceiling, casting gold shadows onto every surface they kissed. It was entirely masculine, yet stunningly luxurious. As my gaze drew into the living space, the dark hues eased to lighter shades of gray with gold-toned statement pieces adding pops of color.

“Wow,” I breathed out.

A chuckle came from behind. “Claudia did a great job, didn’t she?”

“She’s your designer?”

Raf nodded.

“Then yes, she’s done an amazing job.” A night landscape photo stretching the large length of wall above the couch drew me closer. “L.A.?”

“Yup, taken from the Hollywood Hills.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Like you,” he whispered sincerely.

Awkwardness settled upon us. We were tiptoeing around small-talk and the real reason for me being here. While it wasn’t completely uncomfortable, it definitely felt a little strained.

Fingers grazed across my lower back and made my breath catch. Raf’s cologne wrapped around me and tripped my pulse. He hummed close to my ear, and his exhale feathered across the shell, sending ripples of pleasured promises cascading down my back.

“I’m addicted to the way you react to my touch, mamacita. I feed off it. Fucking crave it.”

I forced a swallow and looked over my shoulder. His face hovered so close and his eyes burned bright. His fingers worked their way into my hair and drew me closer.

Nothing but a whispered confession fell from my lips, barely audible, yet painfully clear, as if it was shouted. “This scares me.”

Raf’s eyes flicked back and forth between mine. “You scare me too, baby girl.”

His acknowledgement of my unvoiced feelings resonated deep and struck against the part of me I’d always kept for myself. I’d heard tales about laws of attraction so strong they were impossible to ignore, but never had I experienced them first-hand in all their power. Potent enough to tear down walls and expose the deepest parts of me. It terrified me to feel so out of control, so swept up in the moment that all other repercussions became inconsequential.

A throaty growl caught in Raf’s throat. “Tell me I can kiss you, before I take it without permission.”

My lips drifted further apart. “Kiss me li-”

Raf’s mouth sealed over mine and claimed the remaining syllables right off the tip of my tongue. Our movements stilled as we savored our connection. So intimate and leisurely. I leaned my back against his chest, completely melted, and welcomed his hand roaming the contours of my breasts, waist and thighs.

My pleasured hum coaxed his tongue forward to where it lay a series of demanding flicks against mine. As the hand mapping my breasts climbed higher, the other dropped to the curve of my booty and squeezed. Raf groaned and broke our kiss long enough to spin me to face him. With our lips hungrily moving in sync, he boosted me into his arms and walked us to the couch.

My back barely hit the cushions before each swipe of his tongue poured gasoline on my desire. Every roll of his hips struck the match until my raw need for all of him was alight and burning brightly.

I pulled him further into me and smiled coyly when his erection pressed harder between my legs. Pinned under his primed body, I let go of my inhibitions and moved to his rhythm, recklessly seeking heightening pressure on my clit that would propel me into the stars.

“Baby girl-”

“No! You are not leaving me hanging. Finish what you started, Rafael, or so help me God,” I warned breathlessly.

His laughter vibrated against my throat as he appeased himself by sucking along my tender skin.

“I was gonna tell you that these have got to go.”

A finger flicked at the edge of my underwear and then pushed underneath, running through my wetness and drawing another moan from my vocal chords. 

“Take them off,” I hissed urgently.

There was no way I was letting this release slip through my fingers; I was already more than halfway there from anticipation alone.

Raf recoiled long enough to slip off my underwear and toss it aside. He ran his hands up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher until it gathered at my hips, leaving me wide-kneed and bared to him.

He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth and his dark eyes locked onto my exposed core. “Fuuuck, this is some x-rated shit right here.”

He stared down at me, raking his feverish gaze up and down my body, always returning to where I wanted him the most.

I went to close my legs, but his hands splayed on my inner thighs and locked them wide. “Na-ah, mamacita. Open thighs make a dick rise, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting you close these now.”

“Stop staring, then.”

Raf let out a snigger. My inhale stilled when one hand grazed higher, teasing my soft skin and drawing out my anticipation of being touched. I let out the breath I held when he began toying with me, running along my outer lips before spreading them to where moisture and heat pooled. The pleasure he triggered had my back arching and my knees drawing higher. I gasped when his touch disappeared, only to release a long moan when the heat of his flattened tongue connected and slowly licked the length of my core.

Lust-laden thrills shot through me with each flick to my clit, and my bones liquefied as he repeated the motion over and over again. I grabbed either side of his head and guided him to exactly where I needed, all while whispering chants of encouragement.

A carnal growl came from below. Two fingers entered me and curled. Three more licks and pressure began to gather where Raf expertly focused. There was a breathless pause before I came undone in a burst of pleasure that had me baring down and releasing a long, guttural moan.

I stayed suspended and weightless as Raf moved around me. Shoes were kicked off. Clothing was stripped. A wrapper was torn with a grunt of impatience.

My heavy eyelids opened and locked with Raf through the dreamy haze. He knelt between my open legs, sheathed erection in hand, and a devastatingly pained look on his face.

“I need to take you, Greer.”

“So take me.”

A sinful smirk appeared on his mouth, and he inched closer. The head of his dick working through my wetness had me squirming for more. He pushed into my body with one smooth thrust, then settled deep.

“Jesus, mamacita…” The two words fell out like a prayer. “Move with me, baby girl.”

Immediately matching the sensual, rolling rhythm Rafael created with his hips, I drew his mouth to mine and kissed him with everything I had.

Every fear gave way to exploratory urges, and as I gave Raf my body, I also began to give him my heart.