Page 29 of Disciplined: His Forbidden Crush

Summer bit his lip, hesitating for a moment before admitting, “Okay, fine. I’ve never...done that before. Not to anyone but you.”

Hearing those words, Rafael felt a strange sense of gratification sweep through him. He let out a soft breath, his thumb tracing the line of Summer’s cheekbone.

“So, all those other times you talked about being with men...were those lies too? Or just exaggerations?”

Summer huffed, his reddened eyes challenging all of a sudden. “Does it really matter?” he asked, lips curving into a teasing smile. “You don’t need to know everything about me.”

Rafael drank in the sight of Summer’s smile, so impertinent even now, tied to a bed with a man who had hurt him.

Unable to resist, Rafael leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Summer’s neck. As he pulled away, Summer looked at him with a mix of uncertainty and desire. “Rafael,” he whispered shakily, “do you actually find me attractive, or did you just use my mouth to satisfy your own needs?”

Rafael’s internal conflict roared to life, torn between admitting his attraction to his boss’s son and the knowledge that to do so would be dangerous for them both. His fingers traced the contours of Summer’s body, feeling the ridges of his ribs through the soft cotton of his shirt. In the dim room, this secret space far from the real world, Rafael found the courage to speak the truth.

“I do find you attractive,” he murmured, meeting Summer’s eye. The confession hung between them, scintillating and dangerous.

“Then why...?” Summer began, but his words trailed off, leaving the question unfinished.

Rafael knew what he was asking, and his heart clenched with guilt and longing. But there were lines he couldn’t cross, things he couldn’t say, not when the consequences would be so dire for them both.

“Don’t ask. I have to take you back to your father.” How it hurt to say it aloud now.

“Are you really going to make me go home?”

Summer’s question was a heavy one, and Rafael felt the weight of it pressing down on him. What would happen if he didn’t take Summer home to his father’s house in Colombia? The thought had crossed his mind before, but he’d never allowed himself to entertain it for long. The risk was too great, the consequences too dire.

“Rafael?” Summer asked again, his voice small and uncertain.

“Shh,” Rafael murmured, leaning down to kiss to Summer’s jaw. He couldn’t bring himself to voice his fears, so instead, he let his hands do the talking. He slipped them under Summer’s shirt, caressing the curve of his hip and trailing up the dip of his waist, Rafael tried to convey all the things he couldn’t say out loud. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he explored the planes of Summer’s body, trying to ignore the yawning sense of unease that threatened to consume him.

He murmured soft Spanish in Summer’s ear. “You’re so sexy, your body drives me crazy.” He smoothed his hand over Summer’s crotch, and found him hard. “Yeah? You want this?”

“God, Rafael,” Summer breathed. He rocked his hips up, pressing himself into Rafael’s palm.

“Yes or no, bichito.”

Summer made a high, breathy sound, and then— “Yes.”

It made Rafael feel light headed, and he acted before he could second guess himself, opening Summer’s jeans and pushing his hand inside. He wrapped it around Summer’s half-hard cock and held it for a moment.

A shudder ran through Summer’s body at the intimate touch, his breath faltering. “Rafael…”

“Mm-hm?” Rafael caressed Summer’s cock, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes. “Are you thinking about the last time I touched you here?”

Summer made a weak sound. Rafael continued to stroke him, his fingers dancing lightly over the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive slit with a thumbnail.

“Rafael,” Summer gasped, tossing his head as he tugged against his ropes. “Please...”

“Please what?” Rafael teased, his voice low and sultry. He leaned in, nipping gently at Summer’s throat as he continued to play. His other hand stroked up Summer’s arm, feeling the tension in it.

“Please...don’t stop,” Summer pleaded, his voice breathy and full of need.

“Never,” Rafael promised, his desire flaring as he drank in the sight of Summer laid out before him, bathed in lamplight and tied to the bed. He ached with the knowledge that he couldn’t give Summer what he truly wanted—freedom from his father’s grasp—but for now, in this room, they could pretend.

With every teasing touch, Rafael could feel Summer’s arousal growing, the heat radiating from his cock as it hardened in his hand. The room was filled with the sounds of Summer’s breathy moans and Rafael’s heavy breathing, each man lost in the erotic intensity of the moment.

Rafael’s own arousal was undeniable, his cock throbbing as if he’d been neglecting it for weeks. The warmth of his desire pooled low in his belly, threatening to overtake him completely. It was intoxicating, the way Summer writhed beneath his touch, pushing himself into Rafael’s hand with abandon.

“Rafael, por favor,” Summer whimpered, his hands clenching around the restraints that held him to the bed. The desperation in his voice only excited Rafael’s own desires, the feeling of power that surged through him at knowing he could bring Summer to the brink of ecstasy like this. He laced the fingers of his free hand through Summer’s, feeling them clutch at him frantically.

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