Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r S i x t y - F i v e

Y/n's POV:

I was finishing up my school-work, one week left before I graduate...before we move...

My parents were, well, startled at first, then baffled, then entirely confounded and confused, then I justified my moving for the fact that there's more work opportunities there, and that they can body's whenever,

Took them a while, but Rafe managed to convince them, reassuring that he will look "after me".

Right, if fucking me until I can't walk for months is called, "taking care of me"...

I'm in for it.

My friends and Rafe still despise each other, but we decided to all go to a party that is set by Topper tomorrow, Rafe refused to go, but I managed to persuade him, barely,

I understand that they will never be closer than "thank you, but I do wish you were dead" relationship, but at least, "wish", not "will make sure that you are"...

Before me and Rafe actually move, we do have an assortment of what we should do before that, it's nothing too much, but relatively a handful,

Survive that cursed party, with no injuries, then, my friend Jolene has to visits her grandparents, but cannot take her child with her, so she asked if we could look after it for one day, and I agreed, of course,

However Rafe was not as pleased as me, he apparently loathes kids, I am not really surprised honestly, but, I managed to cajole him into doing that, again, with something in return...

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Overall, whilst writing an account on my future plans for school and the way I will pursue them, Rafe bends beside me, rubbing my back and gently kissing my neck, groaning my name,

I quietly whimper at his touch, he smiles against my skin,

His hand reaches higher up my thigh,

"I just have to finish this-this-"

"I'll let you finish, whilst doing something else." He conveys, I get his innuendo, cheeky bastard,

His lips trace higher, up my jawline, his fingers nibbling with my shirt, so desperate to just rip it off,

I am so desperate for him to rip it off,

I scribble on the sheet of paper, still in languishing attempts to write something,

"Rafe..." I quietly moan as he smirks against my neck,

"Oh you're about to scream my name love..." He states,

Twirling my seat, he places both of his hands on each side of my chair, captivating me in-as he leans in himself, his fingers trace down my neck, my collarbone, he tilts his head whilst examining every inch of my body,

"You're so fucking gorgeous, princess..." He whispers, I shift my thighs closer, feeling the drenched seam in-between my legs, he notices that and smiles,

"look at how wet you are for me, all I have to do is touch you slightly and talk sweetly, as you already have to squeeze your legs." He whispers, parting my legs, his palm brushing on my inner thigh,

"Containing our moans, aren't we darling?" He asks rhetorically, seeing on how I squelch myself in one place,

I bulge my hips, desperate for more, his teasing is not helping,

He smirks,

Caressing my thigh slowly,

He then kneels in front of me, his hair falling over his face as he looks at me,

Parting my thighs, he begins to take off my trousers within my lingerie, he places my legs over his shoulders, one hand rests on my breasts, nibbling at them, as the other one on my left thigh, stroking it non-stop,

He grabs it tighter once he leans in, planting soft kisses on my inner thigh, looking at me, the way I prance beneath his touch, the way I want more, ache for more,

"He do you belong to hm?" He asks, being so close to the spot that I desperately need him to be at,

"You-I belong to you-Rafe-" I groan, he smiles and nods,

"Good girl."

He then finally attaches his lips to my sensitive spot, his hand grabbing my thigh as he leans in deeper, groaning my name,

I moan his, craning my head back and leaning back in,

He grasps me tighter and pushes me in as his tongue does the job,

Teasing me at first by gliding his tongue at the folds, as eventually, he attaches my clitoris,

I cry out in pleasure, grasping onto his hair for support, he moans against me as he goes even deeper, causing me to moan even louder,

"Rafe-yes-" I groan, clinging onto him, as he offers me his hand for support, I grasp it momentarily and squeeze it, he goes In deeper as I feel myself being so close,

"Rafe-I'm close-so close-" I grunt, I feel my legs beginning to shake as he groans,

"Then cum for me love." He demands, as I oblige, cradling in tingles of gratification as he finishes off, licking his bottom lip and smiling whilst I attempt to catch my cathartic breath,

"Good girl." He says, smirking at me...