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turntechcosplayer · 4 months ago

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Seeking Comfort: Rafael Solano x Reader

꩜✦18+ MINORS DNI✦꩜ (Anon Request)

Pairing: Rafael Solano x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Rafael’s suspicions of his wife cheating are proven to be true, he needs some comfort. And what better comfort than comfort that doubles as revenge?

Content Warnings: Use of (Y/n), Swearing, Drinking, Scratching, Biting, Stripping, Extreme Power Dynamics, Strangers to Accomplices, Strangers to Lovers, Sex, Penetrative Sex, Cheating, Revenge, Revenge Cheating, Fingering, Oral (Giving and Receiving), Praise, Riding, Dirty Talking, Choking, Mirror Sex.

Word Count: 8.7k

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Rafael turned down the hallway to his suite. His day had been headache inducing. The Marbella was hosting a party in the coming weeks, and the permits seemed to be taking longer than they ever had before. His day had seemed impossibly long and all he wanted was to be in the embrace of his wife, Petra Solano. He pulled the keycard from his pocket and slipped it into the locking mechanism on the door. There was a click and he pushed the door open.

“I’m home!” He called out, entering the suite and closing the door behind him. He shed his suit jacket, waiting for an answer from his wife, but it didn’t come.

“I’m sorry, sir, but Mrs. Solano isn’t here.” Came a voice from deeper in the suite.

~~~

(Y/n)’s P.O.V

I knocked on the door of my boss’s suite. His and his wife’s dry cleaning was slung over my shoulder, and it seemed to be getting heavier by the minute. No one answered my knock. I shifted the laundry to my other shoulder and raised my tired arm, knocking on the door again. I had been running back and forth all day.

“Laundry!” I called out, knocking again. There was still no answer. Exasperatedly, I reached into my pocket, slipping out my all access key card and slipping it into the door-lock, pushing my way inside and letting the door close behind me. “I’m dropping off laundry!” I called into the suite. No answer, no one was home. I was accustomed to this. I headed into the suite, making my way to the Solano’s bedroom. I laid the dry cleaning over a chair sitting in the corner of the room. I looked around and noticed the bed was horribly unmade. Housekeeping mustn't have gotten to it. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Mr. Solano would be in any minute I decided to make the bed for them. I pulled the pillows off the bed, stacking them in the chair. Mrs. Solano had an obscene amount of throw pillows. I moved back to the bed, straightening the blankets. I got on my knees beside the bed, tucking the fitted sheet more tightly under the mattress at the bottom of the bed. I heard the noise of the suite door opening.

“I’m home!” The voice of Rafael Solano echoed around the suite.

“I’m sorry, sir, but Mrs. Solano isn’t here!” I called back. I heard his footsteps approaching as I continued on to tuck the sheet under the end of the mattress before moving onto the duvet, tucking it beneath the mattress with the sheets.

“Oh, hello… (Y/n)?” Mr. Solano questioned.

“Yes sir.” I answered with a small chuckle, casting my eyes down from him to the floor.

“Oh- please- call me Rafael.” He said, flashing his award winnable smile. I felt a blush coat my cheeks and I tucked my hair behind my ear. “Was Petra here when you got here with the- uhm-” He pointed to the laundry that I had draped over the chair, “dry cleaning?”

“No, she wasn’t.” I said, finishing tucking the duvet under the mattress. Mr. Solano, seeing that I was finished, extended a hand to me. I took it and he helped me up out of the floor. I brushed off the Marbella’s uniform dress and looked up at Mr. Solano. “Thank you.” I said quietly.

“You’re welcome.” He answered. We stared at each other for a moment, seemingly frozen in time, “Ahem-” He cleared his throat and took a step back, “Have you seen Petra at all today? I’ve been stuck in my office making phone calls all day.”

“No sir, I don’t don’t think I have.” I answered, skirting around him to leave the suite. He followed after me to see me out as I thought back through my day. I paused at the door, suddenly remembering something, “Actually, I think I did see her on a lower floor today.” I said, looking to Mr. Solano. His goodbye to me seemed to die in his throat as the look on his face soured slightly.

“Uhm- which floor?” He asked, his voice now a touch deeper than it was before.

“I think it was the fifth floor.” I answered. I knew what he was hinting at. It was no secret that Mrs. Solano was screwing someone else behind her husband’s back. Specifically, his best friend and college roommate, Roman Zazo. Most of us figured that Mr. Solano had his suspicions and I, personally, didn’t judge him for not confronting his wife about it. Sometimes living in a sweet lie was easier than living with the hard truth. I turned back towards the door, but I felt his hand prop itself on my shoulder.

“Before you go-” Mr. Solano began, I turned towards him and he removed his hand, pushing it into the pocket of his dress pants, shifting his weight to his other leg. I looked up at his face, “Could you do me a favour?” I cast my eyes to the clock on the wall. My shift was almost over. I could just tell him that I had plans and wasn’t able to stay longer than my shift… He must have noticed my looking, “It’ll just be a few minutes.” He said, “Please?” He flashed me that signature smile which no doubt was part of the reason he’d made it as far as he had.

“Of course.” I answered him. He took a few steps away from me to the bar and pulled out a seat for me before pulling one out for himself. I took a seat and he began explaining to me what he wanted me to do.

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I took my hair down out of my claw clip, twisting it tighter and putting it back up before placing my hands back down on the housekeeping cart. My palms were sweating. It wasn’t like anything was going to happen, but I didn’t want Mr. Solano’s, and everyone else’s, suspicions to be confirmed. I didn’t want to be the driving force behind my boss getting a divorce. I’d always liked Mrs. Solano, she’d always seemed nice enough, but what she was doing was wrong. I took a deep breath, pushing the cart down the hall and stopping outside of Roman Zazo’s door. I hesitantly looked over my shoulder, spotting my boss standing leaned up against the hallway wall, watching me. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he almost looked as if he had already made up his mind as to what was behind the door. I turned back, gently slipping the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign off the door knob, tossing it into my trash can, putting some tissues over it so whoever answered the door wouldn’t spot it immediately. I took a deep breath and raised my hand, knocking on the door.

“Housekeeping!” I called, sharply. I heard a loud shuffling from inside the room.

“We have a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign!” A woman called from inside. The voice was too nondescript to prove it was Mrs. Solano.

“Huh?” I called back, hoping that would draw her out. I heard an exasperated sigh and more shuffling as someone came closer to the door. I assumed they were checking through the peephole, making sure Rafael wasn’t there. The door opened to reveal Petra with an oversize men’s button-down hugged around her shoulders. My eyes drifted down her body, seeing that the only other thing she was wearing was a pair of white panties with white scalloped lace lining the waistband. My eyes drifted back up to see that she was glaring at me, leaning on the door frame.

“We have a ‘Do No-’” She looked down at the door knob, seeing that the sign wasn’t there. She cast her eyes to my cart, obviously wondering if I had taken it.

“Do you want a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign?” I asked. She just sighed and held out a hand, blowing her hair out of her face. I grabbed one of the little signs out of my cart and handed it to her. She fitted it onto the door knob and slammed the door in my face, returning to what she had been doing before, presumably Roman Zazo. I looked back at Rafael. From his position, he would have easily seen who answered the door and what she was wearing, but he was no longer there. I turned my cart around and headed back over to where he was before. I spotted him when I rounded the corner. He was standing against the wall with his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Solano.”

“No- It’s uh-” He sucked in a breath, “It’s what I expected.” I tucked my hair behind my ear. I used my key card to unlock the supply closet, pushing the cart inside before turning back to Mr. Solano. I felt bad leaving him in this state, but I didn’t quite know what to say. “W- Would you want to… stay for a drink?” Mr. Solano asked me. I paused, “I’d rather not be alone…” God I wanted to say yes… But should I?

~~~

Rafael handed me a glass of white wine. It was my second of the night. He sat down beside me on the couch with one of his own, nursing it as his eyes scanned over me. I felt a heavy blush coat my cheeks and I looked away from him, casting my eyes out the window behind the tv. When we first got back to his suite, he had to make a couple calls, but he had given me a glass of wine that I nursed, waiting for him to finish.

“Have you ever been cheated on?” He asked. The wine was tart in my mouth, dry white if I wasn’t mistaken.

“Once.” I answered him, letting my eyes glance back over at him. He seemed to be focused on me.

“Do tell.” He murmured. I leaned into him slightly.

“I was in my first semester of college…” I murmured, “Still figuring out my life…” He smirked.

“Go on…” He prompted.

“He was a frat boy… a couple years older.” I said, taking a sip of the wine and looking away from him. “Frankly, I should have known.” I smiled slightly. “I know it’s nothing compared to what is happening here with you and Mrs. Solano.” I added. My eyes went back to him. Looking over his face. His tan skin glowed from the light that cast in from the large window overlooking the whole city. Rafael hummed in response and my eyes shot to his lips. He was so close… We stayed silent for a moment and I wondered what he was going to do. I looked back up into his eyes. They were half lidded and had a gleam in them that I hadn’t noticed earlier. I knew where this was leading and it seemed to be dangerous territory. Rafael was my boss. And he was hurt. But fuck… I would be lying if I said I didn’t want him.

“(Y/n)...” Rafael whispered. My breath caught in my throat, hearing my name pass though his lips.

“Mr. Solano…” I answered, quirking the corner of my lip up into a half-smile.

“Please…” He whispered, leaning in closer, “Call me Rafael.” I smiled fully at his insistence and I felt my body leaning into him without me asking it to do so. My eyes fluttered closed as I let out a quiet sigh. Rafael closed the distance between us, pressing his lips to mine. My brain raced through the multitude of possibilities that could arise from this choice. His lips were so soft against mine and I could taste the wine we had both been drinking. Mr. Solano was my boss… and he was married. At least for the time being. What the hell was I doing drunk in my boss’s suite letting him kiss me? I felt Rafael place a hand on my cheek and I leaned into his slightly, pulling away from his kiss.

“What are we doing?” I asked, meeting his beautifully dark eyes.

“I am kissing a beautiful woman and… seeing where it goes.” He murmured, a small smile playing onto his lips.

“You’re my boss…” I whispered, looking down at his lap.

“Please… Mr. Solano is your boss. Rafael is just a man seeking some comfort…” I smiled. Maybe it could be separated. “You’re free to leave if you want.” He said. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. My eyes dragged down his face, knowing I should leave, but desperately wanting to stay. “But I don’t think you want to…” My cheeks burned with a hot blush and I cast my eyes down at our laps again. His hand dipped under my chin, turning my face up to look at him. “Do you?” He asked. I thought for a moment. Should I be fully transparent? Did I want this? I looked down at his lips again, feeling my skin tingle with a want to feel them on me again.

“No… I don’t.” I whispered.

“Good girl.” He said, his voice deep and sultry. His hand seemed impossibly warm against my skin as he leaned in again. His lips touched mine again, though this time the kiss seemed more hungry. I extended out a hand, pushing it into his, already slightly messy, hair. My fingers glided through his hair until my hand settled on the back of his neck. He removed his hand from my chin, running it down my body to lay on my waist. Rafael was wildly handsome and, at least for now, he was mine. Petra didn’t deserve him… Rafael’s other hand ran down my other side, landing on my hip. His grip on me was tight but gentle. His lips worked against mine in a way that made me want to melt in his hands. I tangled my hand in his hair fully, giving it a small tug. His lips broke away from mine and he let out a soft groan.

I took a few deep breaths before diving back in, this time I parted my lips when they met his. I softly ran my tongue along his bottom lip and I felt his grip on my hips tighten as he opened his mouth, allowing me to enter. He pulled me closer to him by my hips and I parted my legs, moving onto his lap as he directed. Our tongues met briefly before I pulled back from him slightly, getting used to this new position. I kept my grip on his hair and used my other hand to trace down his chest. I could feel the musculature beneath the tight-fitting button down.

He leaned back in to reconnect our lips. I kissed him softer this time so I could focus on the movement of my hands. I ran my nails from his head, down his neck to meet my other hand that was fumbling for the top button of his shirt. I felt my dress ride up slightly as my knees spread to balance me on either side of his lap. I finally got the button undone and my hands frantically searched for the next one. He pulled back and let out a chuckle, leaning back in and connecting his lips to my neck. His lips worked against my skin in a way that left me briefly mesmerised, wondering what was to come. I was brought back to the moment by the feeling of Rafael’s teeth nipping at my skin. I desperately fumbled with his buttons, still unable to get the next one undone.

“Too excited?” Rafael asked, pulling back from my skin.

“Mmh- Rafael- please…” I begged. He chuckled, fully pulling back from me and griping the sides of his shirt and ripping them apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. A smile found its way onto my lips and I felt a hot blush burn my ears as my eyes scanned down his body. His skin was pulled taught over his musculature. His body was gorgeous. I reached out and let my fingers ghost down his chest. “M- Mr. Solano…” I whispered.

“What is it, beautiful?” Rafael asked.

“You are…” I trailed off. Rafael broke into a smirk. I pushed my hands onto his shoulders under his shirt. I felt his skin against mine for a moment before pushing his shirt off his shoulders, letting it cascade down his arms. He shrugged the shirt off and I marvelled at his body as I slowly leaned in. My lips met his and I rocked my hips against him slightly. His hands ran down my sides to lay on my hips, guiding them against him. I was wearing only panties under my dress, so there was barely any barrier between me and his slacks. I broke away from his lips, gasping at the feel of him against me. He guided my hips to move against him again. I bit down on my bottom lip, a low moan catching in my throat. Suddenly, our ears were met with a sharp knock on the door. I jolted away from Rafael.

“Relax, gorgeous.” Rafael whispered to me, “I’m expecting some documents.” I let out a breath and relaxed slightly, “Go wait for me in the bathroom.” I stood and did as I was told, heading to Rafael’s bathroom, wondering what he was doing. I slowly extended my hands to the bottom of my dress, staring in the mirror for a moment before looking down and beginning to pull my dress up so I could remove it. My movements were halted, though, when a pair of arms wrapped around me, holding me in place. I looked back up in the mirror to see Rafael bending into me and tucking his chin against my shoulder. “Please, gorgeous, let me unwrap this present…” Rafael whispered in my ear. I felt a blush wash over my face as I watched his hands extend down my body, his fingers running along my clothed stomach.

“Mmh…” The moan came from my mouth without my having much to do with it as I relaxed into his bare chest, letting my head loll back against him.

“Mh hmm?” Rafael asked. A smile spread over my lips. He gripped the hem of my dress, slowly pulling it up over my head before tossing it down on the floor beside us. His hands spread out over my stomach and I just watched his movements in the mirror. He leaned into my neck, attaching his lips to my skin, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along my skin there.

“R-Rafael-” I gasped. I reached back, tangling my hand in his messy hair.

“What is it, gorgeous?” Rafael asked, nipping at my flesh.

“Mmh… Feels good…” I murmured, placing my other hand on top of one of his strong ones. He held me tightly against his chest. His bare skin felt good against mine, better than anything I’d ever felt before. He smiled against my skin and I felt goosebumps raise along my arms.

“Yeah?” Rafael asked. He dragged his hands to my back, unhooking my strapless bra. I took a deep breath as it dropped from my body. My eyes darted back to the mirror, only to find Rafael already staring at my chest. He ran his hands from my back to my chest, letting his hands gently cup under my breasts, his thumbs dragging up the sides. I rolled my shoulders and Rafael extended a hand, running it down my stomach to the waistband of my panties. He dipped his fingers inside it, pressing into my skin ever so slightly.

“Please…” I murmured.

“Please what, beautiful?” Rafael asked.

“I just want you to touch me…” I whined, gripping his hair harder. That signature smirky smile spread across his lips. He took his hand out from my panties, but let them wander down further, this time overtop of my underwear. He cupped his hand over me, letting his other hand wander up, caressing my nipple. I thrusted my hips up against him, getting some much needed friction. He pulled his hand away, sucking his teeth at me.

“Tsk tsk, not yet…” He murmured. I frowned and he pulled his arms away from me, heading to the shower, switching on the hot water before turning back and looking at me expectantly.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Take your panties off.” Rafael commanded. I furrowed my brows.

“What?” I was used to my partners undressing me. He took a seat on the chair placed beside the walk in shower.

“You heard me.” I blushed and slowly sprawled my fingers to grip the waistband of my panties. His eyes latched onto me as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. I slowly lowered my panties for him until they fell from my legs and I stepped out of them. He raised his hand, moving his finger in a circle, directing me to twirl around. I slowly did as he asked, when I got to the 180 degree mark, I heard him draw in a breath. “Stop.” He said. I did as he told me, stopping in place. “Bend over.” He directed. I bent over. I heard him stand and I watched between my legs as he got on his knees behind me, reaching out and placing a hand on my ass cheek. I had never had anyone treat me like this before… but I liked it. He palmed a handful of my ass before letting go and standing up, going back over to his chair. “Okay.” He said. I stood back up and continued turning until I was facing him again. I surveyed him and it was easy to tell that his cock was straining against his trousers, begging to be set free.

“What now?” I asked, letting my eyes travel back up to his face where a smirk was set on his lips and he was looking me straight in my eyes.

“You want to see it?” He asked, ignoring my question. I let his question sink in, mulling over what my answer should be. What answer did he want? He sucked his teeth, looking me up and down. A hot blush rolled over my cheeks and ears. “Get in the shower and adjust the temperature as you’d like.” I dipped my head in a slow nod, doing as he asked and moving into the shower. The water was hot, just the way I usually preferred it. I turned the cold knob a bit anyway, as I assumed the things we would be doing paired with the hot water would cause the both of us to overheat rather quickly.

“You gonna join me?” I asked, turning to look at him over my shoulder. He had dragged the chair against the opposite wall so he could watch me.

“In a little while.” He assured me, the same signature smile spread over his lips, “Go ahead.” I stepped under the stream of water that was falling from the waterfall shower head, shutting my eyes for a moment, feeling the warm water cascade down my body. I ran my hands up my sides to my breasts, cupping them in a provocative show for the man sitting outside the shower, watching me, who was essentially my boss. I didn’t care. I wanted to do this and I knew he did too. He just sat, relaxing back on the chair, watching me. I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling it become more damp as the water ran through it. I shut my eyes again, letting the water run down my face. I ran my nails along my scalp, raking through my hair, going through any tangles. The warm water felt amazing. I rolled my neck and shoulders, fully relaxing. Rafael shifted in his chair slightly. His trousers seemed a little tighter and I desperately wanted to see what was straining so hard against them. I looked back up at his face to see that he was smirking at me. He knew what I wanted, but he wanted it to play out his way. I didn’t mind. I was actually quite enjoying this.

I looked down at the shelf cut out in the wall. On it sat an extensive collection of what seemed like luxury bath products. I picked up a bottle of shampoo, popping the cap open and pouring a bit into my hand. The smell of fresh orchids plumed up, enveloping me. It smelled amazing. I placed down the bottle, rubbing my hands together until suds appeared. I glanced over at Rafael, steadily growing increasingly more excited as to what he had planned for the night. I massaged the shampoo into my scalp before dragging the product through my hair. I then shut my eyes and moved so I was fully underneath the water, letting it rinse the shampoo out of my hair while it simultaneously ran over my face. When the shampoo was mostly gone, I heard some rustling from outside the shower. I moved out from under the water, wiping under my eyes and turning my head to see that Rafael’s pants were now unbuttoned and unzipped, laying open. Much to my dismay, though, he was not yet fully exposed. His dick was now straining desperately against his boxers. I wanted to leave the shower right then and there and take care of him, but he just watched me expectantly.

I looked back to the shelf and picked up the bottle of conditioner. I opened the cap and squeezed some out into my hand. Up plumed a fruity smell that I couldn’t quite place. I must have had a puzzled look on my face, as I heard Rafael clear his throat.

“Lychee.” He said.

“What?”

“It’s lychee scented.” He clarified.

“I like it.” I said back with a small smile. I rubbed my hands together before lathering it into the ends of my hair. I raked my fingers through, making sure there were no leftover tangles. I moved back under the water, rinsing out the conditioner. My ears were met with the sound of the shower door opening, and I quickly turned. Rafael was entering the shower, finally fully nude. He pressed his lower body to me so I couldn’t see it. I felt his cock press into my hip. I turned so my back was pressed against him and his arms encircled me. One slid up to my chest, and the other slid down between my legs.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked. I leaned my head back against him as he took my breast fully into his hand and he used his other hand to cup over my slit. My mouth fell open and a groan surged forward, it was mostly because I was anticipating what would happen next.

“R-Rafael…” I murmured, “Please…” I heard his lips spread into a smile as he began rolling my nipple between his fingers. I thrusted my hips into his hand again, but he only moved with my hips, not allowing me to get any friction. He just held me as I squirmed. His dick, now uncovered, pushed against my back. It felt large. And I wanted it. I pushed my ass against him and I heard him suck in a deep gasp, probably swallowing down a moan that had threatened to escape his lips. Once he had composed himself, he let out a deep chuckle. I smirked. I felt good for being able to elicit such a response from him. The hand that he had positioned between my legs slowly drew out and landed on my hip. He bent his body forward, guiding my body to do the same. He took the hand that was placed on my hip and he brought it down between us, taking his cock into his hand. He guided it up to me, slowly dragging it up my folds. I shuddered as he positioned it at my entrance.

I gasped as Rafael pushed into me. His seemed impossibly long, and I heard him gasp for air, obviously enjoying the sensation as much as I was. He filled me so wholly and so completely that I doubted I would ever be able to feel the same from anyone else in the world. It must have been something chemical, something hormonal… Something about him, about us.

“Fuck…” Rafael spat. “You feel so…” My mouth hung open, I tried to form words but nothing came out except a sort of mewling whimper.

“Ah! R-Rafael…” I whispered. Rafael stood, completely rigid, behind me, letting me get used to his size. I reached back, desperately grasping at Rafael’s hands. He interlaced our fingers and I slowly pushed my hips back to meet with his. I sucked in a deep breath and squeezed his hands. I felt him do the same.

“You ready, gorgeous?” He asked. I let out a sigh.

“... Yes…” I murmured. Rafael slowly drew out of me and I gripped his hands tighter. I felt the ridge of him run along my walls until he made it to just before my opening. He paused and I waited with baited breath for him to reenter me. My breath caught in my throat and I felt Rafael tense behind me. He slammed his hips to mine, fast and hard, pulling out and then plunging back in again. My nails dug into Rafael’s hands and he let out a groan. He pulled my hands back further, holding them in a way that allowed them to bounce me against his thighs. The warm water cascaded down my back and between our legs. I slowly began to stand up, my back straining, as I used his hands to straighten myself. Rafael angled his hips, now bucking up into me.

He let go of one of my hands, dragging it down to my thigh and lifting my leg so he could get a better angle, then sweeping his leg under mine and propping his foot up on the low shelf in the corner. My leg was hung over his, and I rested all my weight on him. My other foot was barely touching the ground. His movements never ceased. I reached back, grabbing a handful of Rafael’s hair. His hand dragged up my stomach to grope my chest, and I felt as if my heart was skipping a beat. I gripped his hair harder and he let out a moan, dragging his lips against my skin. He felt massive inside me. I clenched around him and he held me tight against his chest, his arm locked around my chest. His other hand inched up my thigh to my stomach, pausing there for a moment before running down between my legs.

His fingers spread out against my skin. Everywhere he touched me, it felt like a fire ignited. I was having sex with the most handsome man I’d ever seen. My boss. My handsome boss. My handsome, married boss… This was crazy. What the hell was I doing? I was having sex with a married man! Jesus Christ, what the fuck was I doing?!

“You feel what I’m doing to you, gorgeous?” Rafael whispered against my ear. His words brought me back to the moment. His fingers dug into my chest while his other hand was tasked with pleasuring the bundle of nerves between my legs. I was melting into his chest and my legs began to shake. Feeling what his hands were doing to me paired with the intensity at which his cock was plunged in and out of me, his hips rocking against my ass. I ran my hand up to lay over his, lacing our fingers together.

“Mmh… Fuck Rafael…” I moaned out.

“God- You’re so fucking beautiful…” Rafael groaned into my hair. My hand tightened around his and I began sliding his hand up my chest, guiding it to land on my neck. “Oh… is that how you like it…?” Rafael mused, dipping his head down to just beside my ear. I felt his tongue run over the shell of my ear. A shiver ran down my spine and I felt goosebumps raise along my arms. He gripped my throat, squeezing the sides. My brain felt fuzzy as he drilled into me. My mouth fell open and trying to form words was no use, as everything in my brain became a jumbled mess. “I know, beautiful… I know…” Rafael mused against my ear. He sounded so smug. He knew what he was doing to me. He knew I was fully unravelling beneath his touch.

Small mewling cries fell from my mouth as Rafael continued pounding into me. What felt like a landslide began building up inside me and my legs started to shake. Rafael continued his movements, bringing me nothing but pure pleasure. Rafael’s grip on my neck loosened momentarily, and he began pulsing, rather than keeping a constant hold. I was almost to my peak. My walls clenched around Rafael’s cock.

“I can feel that you’re gonna cum…” Rafael mused, running his lips along the ridge of my ear, “Go ahead, beautiful…” My walls clenched around him a few more times as his grip pulsed on my neck before I was finally able to let go. I came hard, but Rafael’s movements didn’t cease. He was using me to get himself off. “Oh… fuck…” He grumbled.

“R-Raf…! Please!” I cried out. He only sped up.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous, I’m almost done with you…” He grunted out. My cheeks felt impossibly hot and my hands began searching frantically for something to grab onto. One of my hands latched onto the hand that he had placed between my legs and the other grabbed onto the one that he was gripping my neck with. My nails dug into his skin and Rafael let out a sharp moan. My whole body began shaking as I was forced into another orgasm. “God, yes! You feel so fucking good!” I felt Rafael twitch inside me as I rode out my orgasm on his cock. One of my hands reached back, frantically clawing at the side of his face. I felt him grit his teeth as he held back his own orgasm to allow me to finish mine. My body finally collapsed back against his chest, and Rafael’s arms tightened around my middle and he lifted me off of him, keeping my leg hooked over his so I wasn’t standing when he let me back down. He kept one arm planted firmly around me, sweeping his other hand back to finish himself off. I felt hot lines of cum coat my lower back. I felt Rafael fall backwards slightly, landing against the shower wall and resting there. “Fuck… that was…”

“Amazing…” I finished. Rafael placed his foot back down on the ground, and my leg slipped off of his. I tried to hold myself up, but my legs trembled beneath me. Rafael’s grip on me tightened and we shared a chuckle.

“You okay now?” Rafael asked as I found my footing on the stone flooring in the shower.

“Yeah, I think so.” I muttered.

“Here- let me-” He reached out of the shower, grabbing a folded washcloth off of the stack on the sink, holding it out so it could soak up some water from the shower head. He then pumped some shower gel into it, sudsing it up before bringing it back between us, cleaning off my back. He rinsed out the washcloth before slowly beginning to massage the shower gel into my shoulders. I took in a deep breath and Rafael bent over me slightly, burying his head in my shoulder. He began pressing long and hungry kisses into my skin. Nothing in my imagination could ever have compared to the happenings of this evening. I groaned and leaned my hand back against him. He brought the washcloth around and caressed my chest down to my stomach before letting it slip into the floor and fully replacing it with just his hand. He cupped my breast and brought his other hand around to turn the water colder. The sensation was vastly different to how it had felt only seconds prior, but it wasn’t totally offensive to my senses. Goosebumps raised along what felt like my entire body and my nipples almost immediately hardened, which I assumed was what he was going for. He swiped his thumb over my nipple, closing his arm back around my middle.

“Fuck… you’re so fucking gorgeous…” Rafael muttered. I felt him take a step towards the shower door, pulling me with him. He walked me fully out of the shower, standing in front of the big mirror over the sink. My eyes wandered down the shape of our form in the reflection. His arms were tight and his hands laid on me in a way that made me never want to leave. My eyes began tracing his face, he was wearing a sexy smirk.

“Are we gonna move this to the bedroom?” I asked.

“Mmh… sure, we’d have the same view there.” He answered. Rafael let me go and interlaced his fingers with mine, leading me to his bedroom. It was then that I realised what the massive mirror facing the Solano’s bed’s main purpose was. To give them a view of what they were doing. It was something I’d heard about, but never thought that I would have any interest in. I always thought that only narcissists would indulge in it, and maybe I was right, but something about it… in this moment… with Rafael… Watching what he did to me seemed like the most amazingly indulgent yet depraved thing we could do. And I wanted it more than anything. “Go ahead…” Rafael instructed, “Get comfortable…” I did as he said, grabbing up one of the throw pillows that I had so delicately placed on the freshly made bed. I laid back on the bed, positioning the pillow behind my head so I had a clear view of myself in the mirror. My hands immediately ran up my body, landing on my breasts. Rafael stood in front of me, just staring down, watching me. I quirked up an eyebrow. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” I grinned.

He fell to his knees at the end of the bed, linking his arms around my legs and pulling me down the bed. I let out a thrilled scream, pulling my pillow down with me. Rafael bent over my body, pressing his lips to my stomach. One of my hands ventured down from my breast to the top of his head, tangling in his hair. He kissed down my stomach before hovering over my core, staring at it intently. I ran my fingers through his messy hair, scratching his head gently. He inched down, letting his lips ghost over my skin.

“R-Rafael…” I whispered.

“Yes…?” He asked, dragging his eyes up to meet mine.

“You… look so hot right now.” My mouth moved faster than my brain. Rafael’s face broke into an eager grin and a hot blush burned across my face.

“You think I’m hot, god, you should see you.” He said, “Oh that’s right, you can.” He added, smugly. My blush only grew more intense. “Look at yourself, see how pretty you look when I’m making you feel good.” He buried his head between my legs and I reluctantly pulled my eyes up from him to see myself in the mirror. His arms looped under me, encircling my thighs and sliding me slightly closer to him. He turned his head, kissing up the inside of my thigh. I gripped his hair, silently begging him to just put his mouth on me. I felt him graze his teeth up my skin and I shuddered.

After what felt like an eternity, his tongue perched just above my opening. He dragged it up slowly, flicking it against my clit. My head lolled back, but I kept my eyes trained on my face, only letting my eyes flit down to him every so often. Whenever I did, I found him already staring at me as his mouth worked tirelessly against me. His mouth was perched so that he was sucking my clit, while simultaneously pulsing his tongue against it. My grip on his hair became tighter and tighter with each passing moment as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

Raf’s hair was wet, and I could feel a droplet fall on me every so often. My thighs tightened around his head and my hands forced his face into me harder. He groaned against me, and the reverberations sent fire rushing through me. A spark of something that threatened to ignite the room we inhabited. My walls clenched around nothing, begging for some resistance.

“Can feel how much you want me inside you, beautiful…” Rafael whispered against my sex. Blood was rushing to my ears as I forced his face back to where it needed to be, pleasuring me. Just a bit more was all I needed to be pushed over the edge. He chuckled darkly against me as his mouth formed back around my clit, sucking in the same pulsing rhythm that he had before. My grip loosened on his head for a moment, causing a couple messy strands of hair to dislodge, cascading down and tickling my stomach. He must have felt it as he looked up, staring at me through the fallen locks of his messy hair. The look in his eyes was positively sinful.

His tongue worked against my bundle of nerves, bringing me closer and closer to release yet again. I wondered briefly if he would let me cum this time. My grip tightened back on his hair, pushing his head against me as I squirmed. My hips thrusted up against his mouth and I directed my eyes to the mirror. Something about seeing myself felt insanely erotic. Goosebumps raised along my entire body as I watched how my body contorted at his touch. His fingers tightened their grip on my thighs as I writhed, but Rafael’s movements stayed consistent, bringing me closer and closer. My toes curled as the wave began building up in my stomach again. The tension built more… more… more…

Until…

Boom…

The waves crashed down around me, sending my entire body into a fit of pure pleasure. I felt my blood rushing in my ears and my face felt red hot. It that moment, I took a chance and opened my eyes. I looked in the mirror first. Rafael’s head was still nestled securely between my legs and my face was as red as it felt. Knowing I was blushing only made me blush harder. My eyes shot down to the man between my legs. His head was laying on my upper thigh and he was staring up at me with that smug smile on his face. I chuckled.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re just so pretty when you cum…” He mused. My blush only grew more intense at his words. He stood and I saw that he was hard again. I frantically scooted up the bed, making room for him. He laid down beside me and I interlocked our fingers as we took deep breaths. I looked over at him.

“That was… amazing.” I murmured. He turned and met my eyes.

“It was…” Rafael answered.

“Want me to take care of that for you?” I asked, looking down at his cock.

“You don’t have to.” He muttered.

“Let me rephrase that.” I said, sitting up. “I would really like to take care of that for you.” I threw my leg over him and sat on his hips, staring down at him, “Would you like for me to take care of this for you?” I asked, reaching back and taking his dick into my hand, running my hand up and down it. Rafael’s eyes fluttered closed and he let out a deep groan. I pressed his dick against my ass, moving my hips up and down, giving him some much needed friction. “Should I take that as a yes?” I questioned. He opened his eyes again, staring up at me.

“Yes.” He answered. I climbed off of him, taking his hands and pulling him up off the bed. He stood and I fell to my knees in front of him.

“Can you see yourself in the mirror?” I asked, squeezing his hands. He took his bottom lip between his teeth. Looking from me to the mirror.

“Yeah.”

“Watch how pretty you look when I’m making you feel good.” I mused, doing my best Rafael impression. He rolled his eyes at me.

“Just shut up and suck my cock.” He answered arrogantly. I felt myself getting excited. A bead of precum was collecting on his tip. I laid my tongue flatly underneath, dragging it up and over his slit before taking his cock fully into my mouth. I went down as far as I could. I couldn’t get all the way down. Rafael’s hand ventured down, tangling itself in my, still damp, hair. He guided my head up and down his length. I jutted my tongue out slightly, making more room in my mouth for him. He promptly took all of it up, slipping himself further down my throat. My throat constricted and I gagged as he pushed in a bit too deep. “Mmh… Sorry.” He muttered, continuing with his movements, but stopping before going too deep again.

I felt his cock twitch and a subsequent muscle tense flood through him. He was close to release. His grip on my hair tightened and his pace quickened. I placed my hands on him, pushing back slightly. He let me go and pulled out of my mouth.

“Get on the bed.” I said, narrowing my eyes slightly and looking at him through my eyelashes. There was a flash of excitement in his eyes as his answer slipped through his lips.

“Yes ma’am.” My heart quickened as he took a seat on the bed. He reached out to me, placing his hands on my hips and guiding me down onto his lap. I laid my arms over his shoulders, staring into his deep brown eyes, and he stared back. His eyes half lidded from pleasure. There was, however, still a spark of excitement, as he knew what was coming next.

I dragged one of my hands down his chest and his stomach, dipping down and taking his, still hard, cock into my hand. I dragged my hand up and down him, getting him ready before slowly guiding him to my entrance. I lowered myself onto him and we both let out a content sigh. I extended my hand back up to his shoulder, bracing myself against him as I began to move. I rocked my hips against him and he let me. I could feel that he was holding himself back. My fingers dug into his shoulders and I threw my head back, my mouth hanging open and moans spilling out.

“F-Fuck Ra-Rafael…” I groaned. He bent into me, attaching his lips to my neck, kissing and biting me. I kept my hips moving steadily, reaching one of my hands down and perching my fingers on my clit. I circled them around it, bucking my hips against my hand. Rafael gripped my sides, guiding my hips against him. His breath was hot on my neck and he had devolved into placing open-mouthed, hungry kisses sloppily against my skin. He would cum sooner rather than later. I got myself closer, speeding up my movements on my clit. I clenched around him, feeling the wave inside me swell.

Rafael’s eyes shut and he gritted his teeth, his grip on my hips becoming tighter, forcing my movements to become sharper and quicker. I grinded my hips against him roughly, so hungry to cum around his cock again. My nails dug into him and I bent forward slightly, tucking my head into his shoulder as my hips worked tirelessly, getting us both closer. I sank my teeth into his shoulder and he let out a loud groan, his nails now digging into my sides.

“Fuck… Fuck…” He muttered under his breath, his head falling back. He gritted his teeth, and I broke away from him, my arm movements becoming jerky as I pleasured myself. Rafael’s jaw was tight and he began thrusting up into me, as I could barely be bothered to move anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, breaking away from him and leaning back slightly.

“Oh… Oh my god… Fuck Raf!” I groaned.

“Yes! Fuck! Oh my god!” He moaned out. Finally, I felt the wave crash down and I could have sworn that I saw stars exploding all around our heads as I came. He thrusted up into me hard one last time, gripping my hips hard and holding me down on him as he came in me.

“Fuck…” I whispered, collapsing into his chest, “ That was… that was…” I inhaled deeply, “awesome…”

“Yes it was…” Rafael said, taking deep breaths and laying back on the bed with me on top of him. I rested there for a moment before sitting back up and falling off of him, laying in bed beside him. The bed was well and thoroughly messed up. They were nearly off the bed completely. I looked around and let out a small laugh.

“What is it?” Rafael murmured, a smile playing onto his lips.

“This room… it’s a mess…”

“Just lay with me… We’ll worry about it tomorrow.” He extended his arms out to me and I laid back on the bed. I wrapped myself in the comforter, laying my head on his chest.

“Are you sure it’s okay that I sleep here?” I murmured.

“Yes, of course.” He murmured, yawning. My lips spread into a smile and I settled in for the night. The comforter was warm and the sheets were softer than I could have imagined.

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A sudden buzz from a phone jolted me awake. I looked around, seeing that I was still in Mr. Solano’s suite. He was asleep in the bed beside me and I was wrapped in the white comforter. I stood up from the bed, finding it slightly uncomfortable due to the happenings of the night before. I clenched the comforter around me and looked down at the phone on the bedside table, assuming it was Mr. Solano’s. I double tapped the screen and saw the time displayed, 6:30am. My shift was to start in a little while. I hugged the comforter tighter around my shoulders and dragged it with me as I left the bedroom. Walking felt considerably more uncomfortable than just standing did. I walked past the bathroom, seeing my pile of clothes. I would need to get those before my shift. I continued on, heading to the living room. I passed the bar, seeing a short stack of papers. I glanced at them. Divorce papers. Signed by both Mr. and Mrs. Solano. When had Mrs. Solano signed them? Oh god… Had she heard us last night?

I looked back out at the living area, walking over to the window. The Sun was just peaking over the horizon, the rays splayed out over the sky behind the other buildings in the area. It looked beautiful. I heard footsteps echoing down the hallway before pausing at the bar. He was obviously looking at the papers. I looked back at him.

“Mr. Solano.” I said, tipping my head at him in a greeting.

“Please, you’re naked in my suite. Call me Rafael.” I smirked as he came up behind me, feeling his arms encircle me over the thick comforter, finding the edges and pulling them back away from my body. I let the comforter fall to the ground. Rafael bent into me and pressed his lips into my shoulder.

“Care to stay for coffee and breakfast?” He whispered against my skin, running his hands down my sides, letting them settle on my hips.

“Mmh… my shift starts in 30 minutes…” I answered.

“I think your boss will forgive you for being late.” Rafael murmured in my ear.

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