Page 32 of Disciplined: His Forbidden Crush

Rafael breathed against Summer’s neck, hot and tantalizing. He hitched Summer’s body up against his own and began to tease Summer’s nipples beneath the thin fabric of his tank top, first stroking them gently, then pinching them hard enough to elicit delicious whimpers from Summer’s throat.

The combination of Rafael’s muscular body pressed against him, the intimate touches, and the erotic whispers of praise had Summer’s head spinning. His arousal was undeniable, a desperate need coursing through him like wildfire. God, he couldn’t deny the truth—he wanted Rafael to take control, to dominate him in every possible way.

His heart pounded in his chest, his body thrumming with need as he felt the heat of Rafael’s breath on his ear. Despite everything, he could hardly believe this was happening, that Rafael was so close and touching him like this while the sun was up. His cock ached with arousal, hard and bobbing in front of him.

“Please,” Summer whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Touch me.”

Rafael let out a soft laugh, the sound sending quivers over Summer’s skin. “Are you this eager for everyone?” he murmured. As if to emphasize his point, Rafael slapped Summer’s thighs, making them sting deliciously.

“I’ve never even been with anyone else,” Summer protested. “Only you.”

There was a moment of silence before Rafael murmured into Summer’s ear, “Maybe you’re just eager for me.” The words sent another wave of lust coursing through Summer’s veins.

Swallowing hard, Summer allowed Rafael to push him face down on the bed. He could hear Rafael rummaging in a drawer, not getting up from the bed but still warm and hot behind him. “Lube and condoms are in the second drawer,” Summer told him, his voice wavering slightly. The condom box was unopened. He’d been waiting for the right person. And now…

“We won’t need condoms,” Rafael replied, and Summer heard the soft thud of a tube of lube hitting the mattress beside him. “You’re a virgin, and I’m clean. Besides,” he leaned in to rumble into Summer's ear, “don’t you want me to come in you?”

That simple question sent a shiver through Summer’s entire body. It was risky, but the thought of Rafael fucking him bare was too tempting to resist. “Yes,” he breathed, surrendering himself. “Yes, I do.”

Rafael began to slick Summer’s entrance with lube. The sensation of the cool gel made Summer clench. He could smell Rafael’s sweat on the pillow under his face and tasted the remnants of cherry Kool Pop in his mouth.

“Relax, Veranito,” Rafael murmured, his voice low and soothing.

That nickname. When Rafael said it, he didn't hate it. It felt different, somehow special.

Summer tried to obey, taking deep breaths as he felt Rafael slide a finger inside his tight opening. It was the first time anyone had ever touched him there, and the sensation was overwhelming—intimate, vulnerable, and incredibly arousing. Summer gasped at the intrusion, but quickly found himself craving more.

“Good?” Rafael asked as his finger pressed deeper into Summer’s body.

“Yes,” Summer moaned, surprised by how much he enjoyed the sensation of being filled like this. “Please, don’t stop.”

Soon, Rafael added a second finger. The extra thickness made it ache, but Summer soon found pleasure in the discomfort. He writhed and whimpered beneath Rafael’s touch, desperate for more contact, more sensation, more of everything Rafael was giving him.

And then, without warning, Rafael’s fingers brushed against something inside Summer that sent a shock of electric pleasure through his entire body. His eyes widened, and he couldn’t hold back the startled cry that escaped his lips. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, and he wanted, needed, more.

“Fuck!” Summer gasped. “What...what was that?”

“You know what it was,” Rafael said, and it sounded like he was grinning. “You like that, don’t you?”

“God, yes,” Summer moaned, the sensation of Rafael stroking that sensitive spot again making him arch his back and buck his hips involuntarily.

“Such an eager little slut for me,” Rafael teased, continuing to fuck Summer with his fingers as he hit that sweet spot over and over again. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I...I love it,” Summer panted, his body trembling with need. “I love how you touch me, how you make me feel...Please, Rafael, don’t stop.”

“Good boy,” Rafael murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.

Summer’s breath hitched as he felt Rafael withdraw his fingers, leaving him feeling empty and exposed. He heard a zipper, the rustle of cloth, and the slick sound of lube. His heart raced with anticipation. A mix of anxiety and desire coursed through him, but his arousal won out. He wanted Rafael inside him more than anything.

“Ready for me, Veranito?” Rafael asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yes,” he whispered, barely able to form words as he felt the head of Rafael’s cock press against his entrance. His body tensed momentarily, bracing for the intrusion, but when Rafael began pushing slowly inside, Summer’s body yielded to the invasion.

The sensation was unlike anything Summer had ever experienced: the stretch and burn of Rafael’s cock penetrating him, inch by slow inch. Emotions swirled within him—lust, excitement, and an overwhelming sense of intimacy with the man he’d longed for since adolescence.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Rafael groaned as he continued to work his way deeper into Summer’s body.

As Rafael rocked into him, Summer was swept away by the ecstasy of it. The pleasure was intense, and he reveled in the feeling of Rafael’s strong hands gripping his hips, the ragged breaths hot against the back of his neck. It was clear that Rafael was struggling to maintain control, to hold back, and Summer didn’t want him to.

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