Rich Prick by Tijan

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Blaise

This wasn’t a good idea.

Why had I thought I’d hold back at my place when hers was becoming like torture to me? I was an idiot.

She was settled over me, her mouth moving on mine, riding me. Goddamn.

I loved this feeling. I loved this girl.

She could ask me for almost anything, and I’d try to make it happen—anything to make her happy. But I’d been holding back from sliding inside of her. It’d been a looong fucking two weeks. I was nearing the end of my control, though.

What had I been thinking? That the idea of my mom and Stephen upstairs would help me hold back? Yeah. Nothing was helping my restraint, and Aspen was on a mission. Like I hadn’t known what she wanted when she straddled me at the drive-in. She’d been working to get my dick in her.

Shit.

Such a fucking crass way to think of it when it was the girl I loved, but at this moment that was all I could think: Dick. Inside. Her.

Now.

Those four words, and in that order.

I almost gasped as she pulled her mouth away from me, sliding down my body. “What are you doing?”

We’d been making out for two hours straight. Two long and intensely pleasurable hours, but I was going to blow. I didn’t want her mouth on me when that happened. That was for later, when she was older. Jesus. She’d been a virgin, and I’d thrust inside, almost unable to hold back and be gentle. I’d been shaking from the effort, but I never wanted to hurt Aspen. Ever.

Her mouth was on my stomach now, and she pulled my boxer briefs down. That wasn’t helping me.

“Oh, whoa, Aspen.” I reached for her.

“No.” She actually batted my hands away.

“What?”

She ignored me, and oh God, my dick was out. She touched me.

I almost seized, my head throwing back.

Holy fuck. That felt so good. Insanely good.

This wasn’t—her mouth closed over me, and I was gone.

Helpless.

She could’ve asked for my bank information, and I’d have given her the password.

Hell. Hell. Hell.

Oh man.

She sucked like she’d been sucking me all my life.

Whoa. Shit. I wasn’t going to last long—not like this.

Growling, I sat up and yanked her away. Her mouth popped off in surprise, her eyes wide, but then she saw what I was doing.

She was clean. I was clean. She was on birth control. We’d had a long conversation about that. I wanted to make sure everything was fine with her, but this time, condoms weren’t even a thought for me.

I moved her over me, and she opened her legs.

I pulled her down and sheathed inside of her in one continuous motion.

We both froze at the contact.

And then, her hand against my chest, she began moving over me.

Aspen had learned a lot in the last few weeks. Her hips moved back and forth, riding and working me over like I was the novice. She watched me, toying with her lip, and I knew she was about to tease the fuck out of me.

She slowed.

I growled, reaching for her hips.

“No.” She laughed, stopping completely.

“Aspen.” I growled again, this one sounded more savage than I’d intended, and I closed my eyes, trying to calm down. My breaths came at a rapid pace. She was making me lose control.

“No. This is for me,” she said. “All me.”

I groaned, but damn, this was what she wanted.

And when she came, it was the best fucking thing I’d ever seen.

My girl was stunning.

But now it was my turn, and grabbing one of her tits, I flipped us. She squealed in surprise, but gentle had gone out the door when she took me in her mouth. I rode her hard, and it wasn’t long until I felt her come for a second time in my arms, and I let myself go right after her.

My lips found her throat, and I kissed her.

What the fuck did I ever do right to get her?

In the morning,after we showered together, she trapped me.

She’d been touching me, kissing me, and I took her over the counter. I was weak. I was whipped.

Then, as we were both dressing, she said, “I want to know why.”

I knew what she was asking. She wanted to know why we hadn’t been having sex the last couple weeks.

I didn’t want to talk about it. I hauled a shirt over my head, yanked it down, and shrugged. “I don’t know.”

I started for the door.

“Oh no.” She raced for it, getting there fast.

I glared at her, but she was cute. Hella cute.

She stuck her lip out, trying not to smile at me, her hands on her hips. In a tank top, no bra, and cute shorts with a bow on them, she was not giving me the intimidating look I knew she was trying for.

I reached down, slid my hand inside her shirt, and cupped her breast. She gasped, her eyes closing, and I leaned into her. She pushed back against the door, and I nuzzled her just under her chin. I’d learned it was the spot I liked the best. If I kissed her at just the right angle, her entire body would shiver in my arms.

I murmured over her neck. “Knowing my mom, she probably has an entire spread upstairs waiting for us—complete with homemade lattes and gourmet cappuccino, if that’s a thing.”

She shivered, just as I knew she would, but she pushed me away. “No. I want to know.”

I sighed. “Aspen.”

“Blaise.” She grabbed my chin, yanking me down to look at her.

There was a lot of glaring.

“I want to know,” she said again. “Honesty—I deserve that, and you know it.”

Damn. She was right. But I still didn’t want to.

I did anyway. “We’re moving fast, and you only told me two weeks ago how old you really are.”

My words even sounded stilted to me.

Her hand fell, and I saw the hurt flare in her eyes as she looked away.

“Hey.”

She stepped out from my arms, ducking behind me.

I whirled with her. “Hey.”

She hugged herself. “You weren’t thinking like that when you touched me last night and this morning.”

“I’m a guy, but I’m trying here. I’m trying to be honorable.”

She frowned, her eyebrows pulling together. “Honorable?”

“You’re young. I’m a really big dipshit. I just—I’m too selfish to walk from you, and I’m not going to. But I don’t want to… I don’t know.”

“What?”

Hurt her?

Harm her?

Ruin her?

I felt like I was going to do all three of those things, but I couldn’t deny her. Never that. That’d be like ripping my own heart out.

“I’m just trying to do the right thing here. For once in my life.”

Her eyes narrowed. She chewed at her lip. I hated when she did that, because then I wanted to chew at her lip. She shook her head, slowly. “Well, stop. That’s stupid.”

I laughed. “That’s stupid? Trying to do the right thing?”

“Yeah.” Her hands came to my waist and her fingers tucked into my jeans. “We’re together, right?”

“Fuck yeah.” This girl had such power over me. I cupped the back of her neck, unable to hold back the surge of possession I felt. She was mine. Mine to protect. Mine to care for. All mine.

A smug-but-happy look pulled at her mouth, and her eyes twinkled. “Then stop with this bullshit of holding back from me. I don’t like it. I actually detest it.”

I lifted my head. “You detest it?”

“I like your honesty. The problem is you think being honest is being mean. You don’t get that being honest is actually being kind. If someone else doesn’t want that truth, that’s on them. That’s not me. I respect honesty, whether it hurts or not. Be honest with me. Don’t change because you assume I can’t handle it.”

Crap. She was right.

“Okay.” But fuuuck. “Are you sure?”

“Stop.” Her fingers moved deeper in my jeans. “Got it?”

“Got it.”

She yanked me back to her, her mouth already angling up to meet mine.

It was a little longer before we went up to breakfast.