Page 33 of Disciplined: His Forbidden Crush

“Rafael,” Summer gasped between pleasured moans. “It’s okay. You can...you can let go.”

There was a momentary pause. But then Rafael stroked the back of Summer’s neck, his fingers gentle. “No, bichito,” he said. “This is what I want.”

There was something in his voice, some tenderness that brought tears to Summer’s eyes, and then he was moving again, his strokes slow and firm.

“Just like this,” he said breathlessly. “Ah, yes…like this…”

Summer couldn’t really be upset that Rafael had denied him. Each firm thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through his body. He was being claimed by the man who had haunted his dreams for years. He couldn’t help pushing his ass up, widening his thighs to invite Rafael deeper into him. The sensation of being filled by his childhood crush was more than he could have ever imagined, and as Rafael’s cock drove further in, he knew he was lost to the passion consuming them both.

“Touch me, Rafael,” Summer whined, desperate for release. He needed to feel Rafael’s strong hand gripping his throbbing cock.

“Needy, aren’t you?” Rafael teased, his breath hot on Summer’s neck. Without hesitation, he reached around and took hold of Summer’s erection, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

Summer’s orgasm approached like an avalanche, his entire body tense, every muscle coiling in preparation. He felt breathless and untethered, like his body no longer belonged to him, just a vehicle for sensation.

“Rafael, I’m going to come,” he choked out.

“Then let go, Veranito,” Rafael urged, his voice thick and possessive. “Show me how much you want this.”

With a final, shuddering sob, Summer surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, his climax ripping through him, leaving him shaking and spent. Hot bursts of semen splattered against the sheets beneath him, evidence of his complete submission to the man who had claimed him so thoroughly.

Rafael made a rough, animal noise, and with a final thrust he emptied himself inside Summer, filling him with a burning heat. Summer felt Rafael’s lips on his throat, felt his breath coming in hot, hard puffs, and his heart thrilled.

Yes. That had finally happened.

Summer lay there, drenched in sweat and spent, listening to the sound of their mingled breaths and the racing beat of their hearts. He wondered what would happen now. His blood throbbed in his ears, his heart thundering as if trying to escape from his chest. Every muscle throbbed, the aftermath of what they had done leaving him utterly spent. Rafael’s cock was still buried in him. God, he wished he could keep Rafael forever.

As he tried to catch his breath, he felt Rafael’s beard scrape across his shoulder. It was soft, too long to be stubble anymore. The musky scent of sex mingled with the lingering taste of cherry Kool Pop in his mouth. Anxiety reared its head. What if Rafael rejected him now that he’d sated himself? There was every chance Rafael might regret this.

To his surprise, Rafael chuckled softly, pulling out of Summer with a slight groan before wrapping his arms securely around Summer’s sweat-soaked chest. As Rafael pressed a rough kiss to Summer’s shoulder, Summer’s anxiety began to dissipate.

“Mi dios,” Rafael murmured against his skin. “You’re a dangerous fucking temptation.”

Summer allowed himself to relax into the embrace, relief flooding through him. Tentatively, he let himself to wonder if there could be a future between them, if maybe, somehow, they could make this work. He pictured it in his mind: waking up with Rafael beside him, sharing soft kisses and whispered promises.

Could it happen? Summer didn’t know, but he knew it was what he wanted. All he had to do was make certain that Rafael wanted it too.

We could make it work, he told himself. All we need is each other. Nothing else matters.

Chapter Thirteen

The next few days were confusing. Rafael couldn’t help but notice how much Summer had changed. Gone was the rebellious attitude, replaced by a more respectful demeanor. Summer took it upon himself to clean the apartment, even going so far as to cook simple meals for them both. The food wasn’t strictly good, but it seemed as though Rafael had fucked some sense into him, and he enjoyed a perverse satisfaction at the transformation.

Nights were heady, dangerous things. Once the sun had set, Summer would turn to Rafael with a coy look on his face, begging for Rafael’s touch. And Rafael couldn’t restrain himself from accepting such open invitation.

Tonight, Rafael’s eyes roamed over Summer’s body stretched out like an offering on the bed, his pale skin glowing against the dark sheets. As Rafael looked at him, desire burned through him, a hunger that only grew stronger each time they were together.

“Please, Rafael,” Summer whispered, his voice tinged with desperation. “I need you.”

Rafael let out a low growl, his control slipping away as he moved toward the bed. He knew that what they were doing was dangerous, that this weakness could lead to disastrous consequences if they were discovered. But in the moment, all he cared about was the heat and pleasure that awaited him between Summer’s thighs.

“Hands above your head,” Rafael said in a low tone, watching as Summer obediently raised his arms, baring himself completely. Unable to help his smile, Rafael climbed onto the bed, gripping Summer’s wrists firmly as he knelt between Summer’s legs.

Their encounters were fast and hot. Rafael took the time to prepare Summer, but he felt an urgency that left no room for tenderness. All he wanted was to be inside Summer, and the way Summer begged for it, Rafael knew Summer wanted it just as bad.

As he pushed inside, the sensation of tight heat enveloping him, Rafael marveled at how perfectly they fit together. It was a satisfaction he hadn’t experienced in his life, and it left him craving more, craving everything Summer had to offer.

“Fuck...yes...” Summer moaned, his hips arching up to meet Rafael’s thrusts. “Harder...please...”

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