Chapter 20: Giving In

Raphael:



Raphael slipped from the couch and placed himself between Genevieve’s thighs. His rough palms ran up her legs, starting at her ankles and ending just below the hem of her skirt. He slowed, almost hesitated, as he watched Genevieve’s eyes close and her head gently fall back. Her tantalizing lips parted and a sigh that ended in a delicate moan escaped Genevieve’s grasp. Raphael pressed his lips to the top of her thigh in order to hold at bay his raging need.

His cock ached and throbbed against his jeans, almost in tandem with his heartbeat.

He inched his fingers up, bit by bit, and watched every flicker of emotion that washed over Genevieve. Raphael was mesmerized. His eyes roamed her features, drinking her in and taking pride in the fact that his touch was undoing her. It was him that had this effect on her.

Though his back was turned toward his colleagues, he could hear the slippery, wet slaps as Gunner was more than likely taking all of Vin inside him. Their moans and soft coos of affection had a pang of jealousy slicing through Raphael’s chest. It burned, the urge to be balls deep within Genevieve and to bring her to climax, over and over again, itched up his body, prickling along his legs and into his back. He tightened his grip on Genevieve’s thighs to bring him back to the present and focused in on the way she felt beneath him.

Genevieve released a tight whimper that caught in her throat as Raphael slipped his hands under the hem of her skirt. The material bunched up further, catching at the base of her hips. Raphael could feel the heat that emanated from her core, his fingers twitching to touch it. With all of his might, he fought the urge, making sure he gave her exactly what she needed, not what he wanted.

Raphael moved up and pressed into Genevieve, causing her to moan and dig her head into the back of the couch. Her eyes fluttered closed and he took that opportunity to latch onto her neck, his lips scouring every inch of her vulnerable flesh. His mind grew hazy as the high of sexual tension took over, pounding with every whispery moan Genevieve released. They synced up with Gunner’s cries for more and Raphael’s cock pulsed in tandem against Genevieve’s hot center. He rocked back and forward, following this motion several times as the friction awakened the need within the both of them. He grunted as one hand grabbed Genevieve’s neck, thumb gently caressing her, while the other dug into her hip, tangled up with her skirt.

He nipped at her neck, his breath hot and rapid as he continued the gyrating movements. Genevieve’s voice grew louder and she moaned the next time he rammed himself against her. She began to sway back and forth, her trapped form doing its best to match his rhythm. Raphael slowly, with great control, moved his way down her chest, attaching himself to her nipple that was still covered in her shirt. Genevieve’s hand shot up against his head, holding him into place as she rolled her hips against him and pressed her breast against his mouth.

Raphael glanced up and as he saw her lick her bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth, biting down, his cock spilled over with precum and he quickly moved one hand down to release his member from the confines of his jeans. He didn’t want to cum in his pants, and not this early. He needed more of Genevieve. So much more.

He finally slipped his hand over her thigh and gently brushed up the slit of her core, a soft caress over her underwear. Genevieve felt it immediately, though, as she bucked at the touch and groaned, her fingers digging into the back of Raphael’s skull. He grunted in response and nipped at her breast before returning his hand to the juncture between her legs and pressing down, harder this time.

The whimper that escaped Genevieve’s lips as he moved his fingers in a circular motion over her clit had his jaw locking up, his will power the only thing stopping him from ripping her panties and diving deep inside her. Raphael eased himself back down on his knees, his free hand gently stroking along her thigh, soft encouragements for her to continue to release her moans. Genevieve complied, her breaths harsh and rapid.

Raphael removed his hand from her center, which earned him a disgruntled sigh, and he did the best he could not to smirk. As he gripped the bottom of both of her thighs, he tuned into the wet sounds that his coworkers were making. Genevieve’s eyes were on them now, arousal dancing in her tight expression. With one quick movement, Raphael took Genevieve’s skirt and hiked it up past her waist.

This brought his face near to hers, where he stared into her surprised expression, gaining her attention once more. This time he allowed himself to grin, pride filling his chest as she looked at him with a fierce hunger.

He then hooked his fingers into the band of her underwear and slipped it down and over her knees, with the help of Genevieve as she pushed off the couch for a second. Raphael tried not to give away the jitter in his hands as the excitement was buzzing its way through his body. He dropped the cloth to the side and kissed the top of her thigh once more before he nudged her legs apart once more and was awared the perfect view of her gleaming core.

There was a whimper that caught in Genevieve’s throat, but when Raphael looked up, he realized that she was simply nervous, her eyes on him as he faced her most sensitive place. He pressed his lips to her inner thigh now, as he slipped his hand back into place, rubbing circles around her clit.

Genevieve gasped, her head falling back against the couch once more, a moan ripping from her hold. Gunner’s whimpers and Vin’s grunts grew louder, and it egged Raphael on, the urge to be inside Genevieve almost too great. He settled for leaning forward and placing another kiss on her leg, but this time closer to the juncture between her thighs. He dotted kisses all over, inching closer and closer, until he lingered just over Genevieve’s core, his hot breath teasing her.

Her breaths were rapidly shaking her body, her hands like claws as they dug into his arms. Raphael took one last lingering look at her aroused expression, before he dipped down and ran his tongue up her center, ending with a flick to her clit. Genevieve bucked against his mouth, a moan echoing out all around them. The rich scent of her arousal and the taste of her that tingled across his taste buds, urging Raphael to take more, only seemed to increase his own need. He swallowed, before he lapped at her core once more, his fingers spreading her lips apart for better access. Genevieve’s moans helped to indicate what places she enjoyed the most and he chose to give those places extra attention, his own body humming with the thrill of what they were doing.

As he pressed a single finger into her folds, finding her entrance and pushing through, Raphael continued to give special attention to her clit, replacing his finger with his tongue, slowing when Genevieve hesitated, and quickening his pace when she rocked against his face. His own cock pulsed with the excitement of being the reason she was this aroused and close to climax. Her body clenched around his finger as he slipped in and out of her, curling up so that he could hit a sensitive spot inside. This caused Genevieve to gasp once more, her hand clawing at his head and the other at the end of the couch as she tried to register the sensation that he had given her.

Raphael continued this, adding another finger inside Genevieve as he timed the flick of his tongue to the moment he pressed up inside her. This brought forth the strongest reaction from her, and the moans coming from behind them seemed to heighten her own arousal. Genevieve fell into a whimpering mess as she rocked against Raphael, her pace quick and constant, chasing her orgasm.

Satisfaction rumbled through Raphael and he tightened his grip with his other hand on Genevieve’s thigh as he heard Gunner reach his climax, shouting into the room. He was sure Vin wasn’t far behind, so he sucked in Genevieve’s clit, swirling his tongue around the nub as he quickened the pace of his hand as he fucked her core with his fingers. Genevieve ceased her rocking as her thighs tightened, her legs pressing against Raphael and he released another gutteral groan that came out as a growl.

Within a second Genevieve was cumming, her body rippling with the pleasure and clenching down around Raphael. He eased his fingers in and out, riding her through the wave of ecstasy, feeling the pulse of her body around him.

Once she had collapsed, spent, on the couch, Raphael slowly retracted his fingers from inside her, giving one last lick to her little nub which caused a reactive buck from her hips, and leaned back, watching Genevieve carefully.

Her hooded, satiated gaze stared down at him and without much thought, Raphael brought his fingers up and sucked them in, tasting nothing but Genevieve. A groan released from his throat involuntarily as he saw her eyes widen, shock slicing through her arousal.

It was a terrible idea, as it only caused his own cock to throb with need, and before he could stop himself, Raphael was pressed up against Genevieve, his cock flirting with her weeping core. Genevieve whimpered, but her eyes half closed, her hands on his shoulders, holding herself steady. She sighed into him, her body soon relaxing, and that’s when reality dawned on Raphael.

If he wanted to, Genevieve would allow him to fuck her right then. He could easily press forward and be enveloped by her core, sheathed inside her. She wouldn’t protest, instead taking him in willingly. Rational thoughts begun to stir within and Raphael realized that he couldn’t do that. He refused to go so far, when Genevieve was so trusting. She barely knew him, yet she allowed him to do whatever he wanted with her.

Raphael rocked back on his heels, a sigh of defeat awakening the anguish in his chest. His cock was still throbbing with hunger, but he knew he wouldn’t betray Genevieve to the extreme. She somehow sensed this, as the ecstasy soon wore off and her gaze hardened with the realization that he had pulled away.

Behind them, he could hear the others packing up and cleaning their mess, and Raphael took this opportunity to carefully grab Genevieve’s underwear and place them around her ankles, his hands careful as he did so. He then began pulling them up, but Genevieve gently pushed him to the side and stood, finishing the movement. She shimmied her skirt down, her cheeks blazing red with the rage of emotions in her expression.

Without another glance, Genevieve rushed from the room and Raphael could hear her pounding up the stairs. He sighed, one arm on his knees as he leaned back against the couch and stared off at the empty doorway.

“Ouch, dude. You could’ve handled that better.” Gunner chuckled softly, but his expression was tight as he watched his coworker.

“Shut the hell up.” Was all that Raphael could utter.

Something vibrated the couch cushions and Raphael moved so that he could dig within the creases to retrieve what appeared to be Genevieve’s cellphone. A frown crumpled his brow, only to deepen further once he read the text displayed on the locked screen.

Unknown number: You can’t outrun me forever. We’re meant to be together and no one will stand in our way.

Raphael gripped the phone, anger a tight tremble throughout his body. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to Genevieve. Ever.