Page 27 of Disciplined: His Forbidden Crush

Licking his lips nervously, Summer looked up at Rafael, his voice low and throaty as he spoke. “You said I have a dirty mouth, right? Well...maybe I need something to shut me up.”

He waited anxiously for Rafael’s reaction to his bold proposal. His breath caught in his throat, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. Would Rafael reject him, or would he accept the offering that Summer had made?

In a shocking move, Rafael stood up, bringing his crotch level with Summer’s face. As Summer gazed up, he admired how handsome Rafael looked. His dark eyes were no longer filled with anger, instead there was an undeniable intensity in them that made Summer shiver with desire. Rafael’s hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, betraying a restlessness Summer felt in his heart.

“Alright,” Rafael agreed, his voice gravelly and heavy with lust. “I think you do need something to fill that dirty mouth of yours.”

Summer’s heart raced as he watched Rafael unfasten his jeans, the anticipation building inside him like a wildfire. As Rafael pulled out his cock, Summer couldn’t help but stare. It was big, thick, and growing thicker in Rafael’s hand. The musky masculine scent made Summer’s head swim.

“Let’s see if you can put your mouth to good use,” Rafael taunted gruffly, offering Summer his cock.

The arousal coursing through Summer’s body made every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. His own cock throbbed inside his pants, urging him on.

I’ve never done this before, Summer thought wildly. What if I get it wrong?

Taking a deep breath, Summer leaned forward and tentatively licked the tip of Rafael’s cock. He felt a rush of satisfaction when he heard Rafael suck in a sharp breath, as if Rafael had not truly expected him to follow through. Emboldened by the reaction, Summer wrapped his lips around the head of Rafael’s cock and began to suck on it hesitantly.

It seemed too big for his mouth, but his desire to please Rafael drove him to go on. The taste made him feel faint, the feeling of Rafael’s velvety skin against his tongue sublime. The scent of Rafael filled his nose, intoxicating him and making him crave more.

Rafael groaned. Summer felt giddy with the knowledge that he had made Rafael sound like that; he had made Rafael sound so...so needy.

Summer sucked hungrily on Rafael’s cock, his own arousal growing to such intensity that he thought he might come in his pants. He felt Rafael’s fingers threading gently through his hair. The tender touch was so different from the rough spanking he’d had from that same hand, and it made Summer’s heart race faster.

He found himself comparing this gentle caress to the harsh treatment he’d received at Rafael’s hands earlier. He found himself craving more of both—the tenderness and the roughness, as if they were two sides of the same coin. He opened his mouth wider, took Rafael deeper, sucking him in and shuddering with pleasure.

His eagerness seemed to pay off, as he heard Rafael’s moans grow louder, spurring him on. Summer’s lips slid along the length of Rafael’s cock, hands gripping Rafael’s thighs to steady himself as he tried to take more in.

Suddenly, Summer felt Rafael’s cock pulse, and without warning, his mouth was flooded with salty come. Rafael groaned and stroked Summer’s hair as he filled his mouth, the sheer amount forcing Summer to swallow. Overwhelmed, Summer pulled away, gasping for air, his face hot and eyes burning with a mix of arousal and shame.

Looking up, he saw Rafael gazing down at him, dark eyes intense in the dim twilight. “I guess this is what it takes to make you behave,” Rafael said breathlessly, a hint of amusement in his voice. Summer bowed his head, still aroused and breathless, silently admitting to himself that yes, this was exactly what it took for him to behave.

In that moment, Summer realized the dynamic between them had changed, and he was exhilarated at the thought of it. Rafael had let Summer suck his cock. Rafael wanted him. Summer leaned his brow against Rafael’s thigh, feeling Rafael’s fingers stroke through his hair, and he knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Chapter Eleven

Rafael stood in the dimly lit bathroom, his heart running out of control. What had he done?

You know what you did. You stupid bastard.

He undressed and turned the shower on, letting the water run until it was hot enough to wash away the memory of what had happened.

He stepped under the cascade of water, feeling the heat soothe his tense muscles as he began to lather his body with soap. As he washed himself, his hand eventually reached his still-sensitive cock. He remembered how Summer’s lips had wrapped around him, taking him in deep, his tongue teasing every sensitive spot with clumsy eagerness. The way Summer’s green eyes had looked up at him, filled with an intoxicating mix of submission and desire, sent tingles over his body.

God, how good it had felt. How he had to force the memory from him now.

Rafael finished washing himself and shut off the water, grabbing a towel and enveloping his body in its plush cotton embrace. As he toweled off, he caught sight of himself in the steamy mirror. The man staring back at him looked conflicted, his dark eyes clouded with doubt.

Yes, look at yourself. Look at the man who would do what you did.

He had given in to temptation. He could never walk that back.

There was no denying his desire for Summer, the way his heart raced when the young man was near, the urge to possess him. But he was not for Summer and Summer was not for him.

Shouldn’t someone better, someone softer come into Summer’s life?

Rafael shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts, but jealousy reared its ugly head. No, he couldn’t bear the thought of any other man having Summer.

He took a deep breath, willing himself to set aside his conflicting emotions for now. One thing was certain: he desired Summer with an intensity that both thrilled and terrified him. And that desire could not be satisfied. Rafael knew that. He had to know that.

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