TW: Smut. Degrading Language. Public teasing. Everybody knew what you and Rafe were; friends with benefits. It allowed for a rather tumultuous exchange, but one you had come to expect when having such an arrangement with Rafe Cameron. Before Rafe could even properly recline in his chair, you were on your feet as one of the fellow Kooks had pulled a song from her playlist that fit perfectly to the sway you would make for him.
Your cleavage teased him as you would lead with this, so this was where he would begin as it was pushed into his face, the soft skin and close scent of coconut from your lotion having made him close his eyes at the memory of kissing that same skin.
Next, you turned away from him, allowing your ass, exposed by the specific cut of your shorts, to taunt him with a fullness he knew well.
And you tormented him as the same thoughts crossed your mind, while you slipped onto his knee, grinding over him as if to ride his thigh.
Inciting a moan to push his experience into a brand new orbit all its own, you pulled his hands now over your chest, allowing him between your breasts and over your hips as his breathing grew erratic. Meanwhile, you were endorsed by the clear effect you had on him and the success of the moment as your name came into a chant among the other kooks. But then you would turn to face him again, running your hands up his thighs with eyes dark with your own need, looking up in such a way that he knew well; the position of you on your knees flashing in his mind as this had been too much.
