Fix You (The Irish Rogues #3)

Chapter Twenty Maeve

A s my body swayed on the bedding platform, I fought the urge to pinch myself. Not only had I just watched others having sex, but I was about to have sex in front of others. My fantasy and reality had merged, and I didn’t think I’d ever felt so turned on.

Rafe slid his hand up my back. He then wound his fingers through a fistful of my hair. As he jerked hard on the strands, I had a moment to adjust to the painful pleasure before he slammed into me.

A shriek of ecstasy tore from my lips at the intense feeling. With each thrust, Rafe pulled my hair. My moans and pants echoed around us along with the slapping of our skin.

As his hips pistoned in and out of my wet pussy, more people gathered around. I’m sure some realized who Rafe was, and that it was a novelty to see the owner fucking in public. Regardless of why they were there, white-hot lust shot through me at the sight. I then began to slam my hips back in time with Rafe’s thrusts.

Leaning over me, Rafe spoke into my ear. “Are you still good?”

“Oh, yes. Fuck me harder.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please,” I panted.

Tugging painfully on my hair, he pulled his cock all the way out of me before slamming back in. He then set up a punishing rhythm that took him deeper and deeper with every thrust. His grunts and groans filled the air with my mewls and pants.

At the sight of others beginning to touch themselves and others while watching us, the whirlwind of pleasure combusted and an orgasm rocketed through me.

I screamed in pleasure as my walls clenched down tightly on his cock. “Rafe! Oh God, Rafe!” I cried.

But he wasn’t through with me yet.

Releasing my hair, he then gripped my waist and pulled my torso upright. He let his cock slip free of my pussy. Then he turned me around to where I was facing him. “When I come, I want to be looking in your eyes only.”

His words set off something in me. Suddenly, my fantasy was not just to fuck him but to make love to him. My hands came to his cheek and then I kissed him. It was soft, sweet, and tender. Nothing like the hardcore fucking we’d been doing.

“Will you do something for me?” I questioned in a breathy whisper.

“Anything.”

“Make love to me in front of all these people.”

His expression of disbelief was almost comical. I knew it was the last request he’d expected. After all, people were watching us have sex, so it was hardly the time for making love. “You want me to make love to you?” he questioned.

I nodded. “Please.”

With a groan, he replied, “Mm, that word on your lips. I could never tell you no.”

He then eased back off his knees to sit cross legged. Grabbing me by the hips, he pulled me up to straddle him. With his eyes on mine, Rafe entered me again. But this time it was deliciously slow and inch by inch. As I began to gently swivel my hips, my hands came to his hair. I slid off the tie he had in and the chin-length strands fell free.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured as my fingers trailed through his hair.

Rafe stared at me in surprise. His response to my compliment was to kiss me. As his tongue sought mine, his hands came to my breasts. Lifting them out of the bustier, he cupped and squeezed them. I panted into his mouth as he pinched my nipples.

As I moved sensuously on and off his cock, I glanced over my shoulder. I expected to see our audience had dwindled. But to my surprise, the crowd remained.

Gripping my waist, Rafe began to help move me up and down on his cock. I leaned back, bracing my palms on his knees. Rafe brought his mouth to my nipple, licking and sucking the hardened point in his mouth.

One of his hands slid to where we were joined. As he pinched my clit, a bomb went off within my lower half. My body tensed as I cried out with another orgasm.

Bringing my face back up to look at him, Rafe gripped the sides of my neck as he pumped his hips faster and faster into me. As he started to come, he let out a bark of pleasure as his eyes stayed focused on mine.

When he finished, he collapsed back onto the mattress taking me with him. As we lay there staring up at the canopy of white linen, we tried regulating our breathing. Even though we were still, the bed continued to swing back and forth.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind having something like this at your penthouse,” I said with a smile.

“I think that could be arranged,” Rafe replied with a grin.

“I can’t wait.”

Just as he was about to kiss me, a twenty-something looking Frat boy appeared at the foot of the swing. “If you’re up for another round, I’d love to join you,” he asked.

“Sorry. I don’t share,” Rafe replied gruffly.

“Pity,” he replied, his eyes lingering on me.

Rafe’s fists clenched. Raising up, he jabbed a finger at the guy. “If you don’t divert your eyes, you’re going to find your membership revoked,” he growled.

“Rafe,” I chastised as I sat up beside him.

Thankfully for his sake, the man whirled around and left us. After easing my breasts back into the bustier and smoothing down my sex hair, I started to the edge of the mattress. “Where are you going?” Rafe asked.

“I think the clock just struck midnight on this fantasy, Cinderella,” I teased.

“You want to leave?”

I nodded. “I want nothing more than some takeout and a hot bath.” Tilting my head, I added, “Probably with some epsom salt to ease the soreness I’m going to feel tomorrow.”

He frowned. “Why did you let me be too hard?”

“You weren’t.” At his continued skeptical look, I said, “I asked you to fuck me hard. I wanted us to both be able to let go. It was all so very good.”

Rafe got down from the swing and disposed of the condom before he put on his briefs. “I thought we’d end up spending most of the night here.”

“I think we’re going to have to try baby steps to get to that.”

“So you want to come back?” he asked in surprise.

I thought about it for a moment. “From time to time.”

He grinned. “I love to hear that.”

After hopping into his pants, he threw his shirt on but left it unbuttoned. After sliding my thong back on, I then let him help me down. “Next time we’ll have to try Hell.”

I laughed. “I thought I’ve been there, done that.”

He pinched my ass. “Smart mouth.”

When we got back to the elevator, I said, “So tell me about tomorrow?”

“Well, after I have you many times in many positions, we’re going to have Japanese for dinner at Masa.”

“I love Japanese food.”

Rafe swiped his key card. “Then we’re going to the Met where we’ll see Aida , which is an opera by Verdi.”

With a grin, I asked, “A fellow Italian, I assume?”

He laughed. “Yes.”

I furrowed my brows. “But how will I know what’s going on if it’s in Italian?”

“Luckily for you, I can translate.”

The elevator doors opened, and we went to get my robe in his office. “What’s Aida about?”

“Well, it takes place in Egypt.”

“It’s in Italian but takes place in Egypt?”

Rafe grinned. “It’ll make sense when you see it.”

I laughed as I slipped on my robe. “Is it a love story?”

“Yes. There’s this army guy named Radamès, and he’s in love with Aida.”

“Is there a happily ever after?”

Rafe chuckled. “There are few operas that aren’t tragic.”

“What’s so tragic about this one?”

He opened his mouth and then grimaced. “What?” I asked.

“Fuck.” Rafe jerked his hand through his hair. “I was just thinking of taking you to the opera, not about the one that would be showing.”

“Seriously, what’s wrong with it?”

With a pained expression, Rafe replied, “Radames is supposed to marry the King’s daughter.”

“Oh,” I murmured.

“We can see a Broadway musical instead.”

I shook my head. “You love opera, and I want to share that part of you.”

Rafe eyed me skeptically. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

But the truth was, I sounded a lot more positive than I felt.