022 !! GREEK STATUE

Their breaths intermixing, lips desperately devouring each other, the two hungry teenagers pull themselves down on the sand uncaring of the fact that they are currently indulging in something somewhat forbidden.

In a not so secluded place.

But neither of them could care less about their reputations.

Rafe, earlier this evening, was in one way or another disowned by his father.

The white intoxicant he oh so graciously has been inhaling since the past few months finally lead him to his end.

The consequences finally caught up to him.

And as for Georgie, she has just lost what she truly thought was hers no matter how quickly it had been slipping from her grasp.

She just lost the love of her life.

Not to death, no but to a certain blonde - actually come to think of it, it's pretty ironic how John B is so head over heels for Sarah and no one in their group except Kiara has been wary of the couple's 'bond' but if either of them were to see Georgie sucking faces with Rafe Cameron, they'd probably scream bloody murder.

Double standards are quite fun, aren't they?

With such . . . . disturbing thoughts thrust aside, Rafe pulls himself over her leaning on the sand with his elbows.

He looks down at her as she stares up breathless, her lips now a deep red and cheeks now tinted a hazy blush.

His own breaths come out faulty as he stares down at her trying to figure out just how someone could be so heavenly.

It's like the moment those lips touched his, she was the only thing that consumed him.

"Do you . . . .", he starts unsure of what words would be right to suggest what he's about to.

She senses his reluctance and in reaction, grabs the back of his neck pulling his face to hers and touching their lips with a casual hunger.

The tips of their tongues touch, the touch being enough for them to let the feeling invade their mouths, their breaths coming out heavy.

Georgie gently takes Rafe's lower lip between her teeth and quietly bites down on it earning a groan from the brunet who in return, slips his hand under the hem of her tank top, his cold fingers coming in contact with her burning hot skin.

She catches his gaze, keeping it steadily on hers, and slowly releases his lip a small pop being sounded as she does so.

If it were possible, Rafe Cameron would be on his knees right now asking for her hand in marriage because no fucking way could she be so effortlessly hot.

He groans watching a smile form on her lips, her fingers running through his hair sending shivers down his spine.

"Do I what?", she enquires recalling the initial question he had failed to complete.

Rafe takes a shaky breath preparing himself for rejection.

"Do you wanna go to my dad's boat? No one's gonna see us there", his voice comes out soft and probably for the first time in his life, lacking of confidence.

She smiles at his nervousness.

"That sounds perfect", she whispers in reply, brushing her finger against his cheekbone.

He sucks in a sharp breath at the gentle contact, willing himself to nod and pull up to his feet extending a hand out for her to take.

She puts her much tiny hand in his and stands up, letting him lead them through the beach towards the Kook side, their hands intertwined with each other's.

Georgie's stomach is pit full of butterflies fluttering about attacking her in a . . . . not so nonchalant manner.

She, more than once throughout the five minute walk to the Camerons' Druthers, doubts herself.

Doubts this very decision.

But then the boy leading her very casually rubs his thumb over the back of her hand and she ends up refocusing on the butterflies which have only increased in amount and are now threatening to devour her as she steps foot inside the dimly lit boat and Rafe locks the door behind them.

Alone with him a room, the tingling warmth intensifies almost killing her when he puts his arms on the door on either side of her head pinning her place.

He dips his head down quietly studying her while she only looks up with a small sense of anxiety.

"Are you sure about this?", he questions for what is probably the hundredth time that evening.

She thinks of saying no - you still have time, Georgie! - but there's just something about the look in his eyes that convinces her that this is a good decision.

Definitely the best one right now.

So instead of responding, she pulls on his collar and presses her lips to his letting him take control and hook her legs around his waist walking them over to the bed.

Their mouths hungrily work together, a sense of pure lust swirling through their minds.

They forget about everyone and everything as Rafe sits down with Georgie in his lap and she trails her finger down his jaw battling his tongue for victory in a game of hunger.

He abruptly disconnects their lips, attaching his mouth to her neck and kisses the skin softly at first then lightly biting down on it eliciting a moan from her.

The sound, sounding like melody to him, only encourages him to continue.

He sucks on her soft skin, hands fumbling with the button of her shorts while hers pull on the roots of his hair moving against him as his lips trail kisses down her neck.

He puckers his lips against her skin and pulls her now unzipped shorts down just an inch to touch her over her underwear sending her eyes rolling at the back of her head.

Shr thrusts against his finger enjoying the feeling of his touch accompanied with his lips on her skin.

Rafe roughly kisses her neck pulling back to look at her half open eyelids staring down at him.

In one swift motion, he flips them down on the bed positioning himself above her and quickly getting rid of her tank top.

She whines at the loss of contact and pulls him down bringing them lips back together.

His fingers touch a feather light touch over her skin as they make their way down to her bra strap.

His palms push against her clothed breast, another moan leaving her lips at the contact which makes her pull him even close.

"You're so beautiful", he breathes out kissing the top of her breast.

He unclasps her bra pulling the straps down and quickly getting rid of it.

Rafe looks down at her as if a perfect Greek statue of a woman is lying before him.

His eyes take her in, every single freckle on her now exposed skin, her lips a sweet shade of red and her eyes just like the deep emerald depths of the ocean washing him with an ecstatic sense of pure paradise.

"What", she manages to speak through heavy breaths.

He shakes his head bending down to kiss her plump lower lip.

Her hands tug on the hem of his polo silently asking him to take it off which he gladly obliges letting the material fall down to the floor.

Georgie, very shamelessly, allows her eyes to run down his absolute perfection of a chiseled chest.

Her hungry gaze takes him in, his finger slowly trailing down her stomach.

Her breath gets caught in her throat when he pulls on the belt loop of her jean shorts and she stares back daring him to take it off.

Take all of her clothes off slowly kissing his way down her skin, touching each and curve of her body with an affection so unmatched with all the other boys she's done this with before that she can swear just the feel of his fingers on her skin burns her with a sweet fire igniting inside of her.

With his board shorts off now and the boxers soon joining all the articles of clothing strewn across the floor, Rafe tears the condom wrapper off and places his lips on her.

She kisses him back in a soft kiss, inhaling sharply when she feels him inside of her.

She holds on to his arms, his body fitting right with hers, the sound of skin on skin roughly moving together fills the room.

"Oh, god", Rafe moans into her mouth earning an equally satisfied moan from her.

His grunts sound through the room as he thrusts into her.

She holds his head in her hands and places a small kiss on his lips making him move faster.

They hold on to each other, hot breaths colliding, sweat dripping off their bodies and a feeling of warm ecstasy taking over them.

Devouring them with its intensity because it just feels so good.

"Rafe, fuck", Georgie moans loudly, the both of them too concerned with grabbing on to each other's body to think about what this means for them.

They ride their highs together, Rafe's head falling against her shoulder while she hides her own in the crook of his neck.

Breathless and speechless, they breathe in each other's scents.

For what it's worth, at least she isn't the only stupid one this summer.

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stop i havent written smut in ages this was so bad omfg i apologise i apologise

fun fact: this book was initially supposed to have john b's sister in love w jj but then jj keeps hooking up w random people so she turns to ( a v happy ) rafe cameron
the fc for john b's sister was supposed to be thalia crawford
so glad i changed the plot line omg that would've turned out so boring