Page 31 of Disciplined: His Forbidden Crush

“You know, your fridge was a fucking desert when I got here,” Rafael said, waving a hand at the inside of it. “What did you do, live on beer and takeaway?”

Summer rolled his eyes. “Pretty cold for a desert.”

“Antarctica has the largest desert in the world,” Rafael said, and then he refused to give Summer his phone to check Wikipedia. “Just do the dishes,” he said in a voice that made Summer’s knees weak. Fuck, he even made chores sexy.

As Summer filled the kitchen sink, he couldn’t ignore the tension that built between them throughout the day. It seemed as if with every passing moment, the apartment grew smaller, each interaction charged with an electric undercurrent that threatened to ignite at any second.

Summer noticed Rafael’s presence with acute awareness. His eyes lingered on Rafael’s tanned forearms as they crossed over his broad chest, the open collar of his shirt revealing a tempting expanse of throat. He knew he shouldn’t be looking, but he couldn’t help himself.

The tension only intensified when Rafael touched Summer casually, as if he couldn’t resist making contact. While Summer washed the dishes, Rafael brushed up against him. Summer felt the heat of Rafael’s body and caught a whiff of his sweat, a heady, masculine scent that made his heart race.

“Let me get that,” Rafael said, reaching across Summer to grab a dishcloth from the counter. The weight and hardness of Rafael’s muscular body pressed against Summer for a brief moment, leaving him flushed and breathless.

Later, as Summer was folding laundry in the living room, Rafael stretched in the doorway. The hem of his shirt rode up, revealing a strip of taut, brown belly that Summer couldn’t tear his gaze away from. The sight stirred something in him, a burning desire that he struggled to keep contained.

I can’t take this anymore, he thought desperately, trying to focus on the mundane tasks before him. But with each accidental touch, each stolen glance, the thing in him grew stronger, and he knew it was only a matter of time before it broke his brain entirely.

He took a shower. He hoped the water would wash away some of the tension he carried, but it didn’t help. Staring into the mirror at his damp reflection, Summer decided it was his turn to tease Rafael. He held a towel over his crotch and left his ass exposed as he casually walked through the apartment. Step two was to dress in tiny gym shorts that hugged his thighs and an oversized tank with exaggerated armholes, knowing full well that they would fall open to reveal a glimpse of nipple.

As Summer rolled out a yoga mat in the living room, he felt Rafael’s gaze linger on him. Good. He began to go through a series of stretches and poses, focusing on how each movement stretched his muscles, the pleasant burn it created in him. He became more daring as he went along, choosing poses that accentuated the curves of his body and made his ass stick out provocatively toward Rafael.

Downward-facing dog seemed like an obvious move, so he did it. The sensation of his muscles stretching coupled with the thrill of teasing Rafael gave him a wicked rush. He couldn’t help but picture Rafael’s strong hands gripping his hips as he bent over. With every deep breath, Summer pushed himself further, hoping to entice Rafael into action.

He transitioned into a cat-cow pose, arching his back seductively, and imagined Rafael watching him, his dark eyes filled with lust. The thought sent a jolt of arousal through him, making his cock twitch beneath his shorts. He wondered if Rafael was as affected by this display as he was.

Summer looked up from his yoga pose, catching Rafael staring at him with a hungry look in his eyes. The intensity of his gaze made Summer’s heart race. Satisfaction washed over him as he realized that his teasing had an effect on the dangerous man.

“Whew, it’s so hot in here,” Summer said out loud, fanning himself as he rolled up the yoga mat and put it away. He sauntered to the freezer and grabbed a cherry Kool Pop. As he peeled off the wrapper, he glanced at Rafael, whose eyes never left him.

Summer began to suck on the tip of the Kool Pop, moaning softly as he savored the cold sweetness. He made sure that Rafael could see every exaggerated movement, every flick of his tongue. At last, Summer turned to offer the frozen treat to Rafael, only to find him standing dangerously close behind him.

“Mierda,” Summer breathed, his pulse quickening. His body was pressed against Rafael’s muscular frame, and the heat radiating from him was intoxicating.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Rafael murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You think you’re being smart, teasing me like this?”

“No,” Summer replied boldly, swallowing hard as his anticipation grew. He imagined Rafael forcing him against the fridge and claiming his mouth. “I’m not teasing.”

Instead of kissing him, Rafael let out a string of curses before scooping Summer up into his arms and carrying him towards the bedroom. “Unbelievable,” he growled, and then he tossed Summer onto the bed like a ragdoll.

The joy of success made Summer laugh. “I’m very believable.”

“Not even a little” Rafael muttered, climbing onto the bed and covering him with his hard, muscular body. “You’re such a fucking little cocktease.”

“I said I wasn’t teasing,” Summer protested, and Rafael chuckled, ducking his head to bite Summer’s throat. It wasn’t hard but it was possessive, and Summer loved it.

“You really are asking for it,” Rafael growled, his voice husky and raw with lust.

Summer nodded, smoothing his hands up Rafael’s chest and plucking at his shirt. “Yes. I want you.”

“What a slut you are,” Rafael growled, but there was no malice in his voice, only raw hunger. He continued to explore Summer’s body, his fingers leaving trails of fire wherever they roamed.

The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thick. Summer’s cock pulsed with each kiss and bite Rafael left on his neck; every sensation heightened by the electric connection between them.

“Ah,” Summer moaned, shuddering as Rafael sucked on his earlobe before tugging it gently with his teeth. The combination of pleasure and pain ignited a fire in the pit of his stomach.

“Your body is so fucking sexy,” Rafael murmured, his voice low and sultry. His hands roamed over Summer’s chest, fingertips brushing against his nipples through the fabric of his tank top, and then lower to his clothed crotch.

Summer arched into Rafael’s touch, craving more, needing him in ways he’d never thought possible. As if sensing Summer’s thoughts, Rafael rolled him onto his belly, pressing his hand into the small of Summer’s back, fingers splayed across his ass. With a swift movement, Rafael yanked off Summer’s shorts, tossing them aside with a disdainful comment about their slutty appearance. A sudden, sharp spank to Summer’s exposed ass made him gasp, both from the sting and the unexpected rush it brought him.

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