Discipline

I cut him off. My fingers hooked into his collar as I went on my toes, pulling him close enough to crush my lips against his. The sound of surprise in his throat quickly turned into something hungry as his hands grabbed hold of my waist, his mouth rumbling hot against mine. Somewhere in the room, someone began a round of applause but the sounded faded out from my ears as I felt Daniel press me firmly against his body.

“I can’t wait anymore,” I pulled away to exhale, my fingers curling to scratch the skin beneath his collar. “I want you now.”

Breathing hard, Daniel studied me. Eyes traveling from my red lips to my heaving chest, he surrendered easily. “Let’s go.”

~

A cab ride had never felt so torturous.

I flew out of the car before it came to a full stop, fumbling with my keys in search of the one for the front door of the building. I could hear the cabbie’s repeated thank you’s as Daniel no doubt declined change in favor of getting out of the car as fast as possible.

“Come on,” I groaned as my key took more than a second to turn. Pleasure was already building between my legs and Daniel had yet to even touch me.

Scaling the stairs, I could hear Daniel behind me, his footsteps catching up to mine. My heart pounded faster and faster as I heard them approaching, my shaking hands doing their best to unlock my door.

“Wait, Daniel,” I protested when I felt his body crash into mine from the back, his hot lips on the back of my neck and his hands absolutely everywhere. “Not yet,” I moaned, my body weakening at his touch, melting in the hold of his strong arms. My name rumbled from his lips as his arousal pressed hard against the small of my back, his hands finding my neckline and hooking his fingers into it. “Daniel!” I gasped as he yanked it down hard so that I stood in the hallway of my apartment with my bra exposed. The image of my neighbors looking through their peepholes flashed in my mind, but for less than a second as Daniel reclaimed my focus with a pleasured grunt as he slid his fingers under the cups of my bra. I could feel his rapid breaths against my neck. They grew more and more shallow as his hands slid further up, his fingers slowly wrapping around the mound of my breast. But before they could squeeze, I removed his hand.

“Not yet,” I murmured. The tortured, guttural groan that followed from his lips was sure to have woken up any neighbors who hadn’t already heard us flying up the stairs.

“Open the door, Nina, please,” Daniel pleaded into my neck, his fingers grabbing handfuls of my top and squeezing so that it stretched tighter on my body, rubbing against my tingling skin.

My hands suddenly steady, I stabbed the key through the door.

I barely saw it open before finding myself bent over the dining room table across from the door, Daniel shedding his jacket before his hands began peeling my dress down my body by the straps, his mouth and warm tongue trailing it and tasting every bare inch of skin as he uncovered it.

Once my dress was a puddle around my feet, Daniel’s hands gripped the cups of my bra, pulling down until my breasts sprung free. He spun me around, allowing his eyes to feast on the sight before taking me in his arms again, his knees bending so that he could flick his tongue across my taut nipple before taking it in his mouth and sucking. Hard. I gasped for breath, the warm, wet sensations sweeping the sensitive spot made my hand shoot out and reach for my own panties, but Daniel’s grabbed it before I could give myself any pleasure.

“I need to,” I pleaded to no avail. Daniel ignored my whimpers as he gathered both my hands and brought them behind my back, holding both of them still with just one of his own. He watched me as he slid his free hand down the front of my panties. His jaw fell open the moment he felt the amount of wetness he’d caused.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled, releasing me to take a handful of my hair. He tugged so that I looked up at him, our faces an inch apart as he slid a finger into me. The second my mouth opened to release a moan, he covered it with his lips, swallowing the sound of my ecstasy before letting his tongue thrust against mine. As a second finger slid into me, he kissed me harder, a delighted mmm rumbling against my lips as I moaned again, and louder as he pumped his fingers in and out of me.

I was dizzy, faint, so overwhelmed with pleasure that I was sure that nothing could ever get better than this very moment.

Until I registered the feeling of something long, rocklike rubbing against my thigh and hipbone. Jesus Christ, I almost forgot the best part.

“Oh, fuck.” Daniel nearly collapsed all of his weight onto me the second I grabbed his hard cock, rubbing it over his suit pants, marveling in how long my strokes had to be in order to touch all of him.

“Take it off,” I ordered, my anticipation getting the better of me. Within seconds, Daniel was down to a muscle-friendly white undershirt and the tent that was his boxer briefs. Grabbing handfuls from behind his back, he whipped his shirt off to reveal the incredible, mouthwateringly cut chest and abs that I’d imagined so many times between my senior year in high school to now. Feeling the need, I slid my hands into my panties, picking up where he had left off as he stretched the elastic of his bo

xer briefs, bringing the band out and over his impressive erection before pulling them down and kicking them the rest of the way off.

And for the next few seconds, he stood there with an awed, almost lecherous gaze as I rubbed myself, in desperate need of the relief as I stared at everything about him.

“Get over here,” he snarled once he’d had enough, letting his body collide into mine once again, our skin hot, sticky against each other as he lifted me into his arms, kissing me deeply as he carried me into my bedroom.

Once he set me down onto my mattress, I reached over my head, pulling open the drawer on my nightstand so that he could take out a condom. Once he had it on, I pulled him onto my body, relishing in the feeling of his weight on top of mine before I rolled over, straddling him and taking the top.

On my knees, my palms flattened against Daniel’s hard chest. I dragged my lower lip through my teeth as a slow, wide smile spread his beautiful lips.

“Yeah?”

I bit my lip, nodding. Keeping my eyes fixed on his, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, lowering my body just enough to position his tip outside my wet entrance. I watched him watch my body intently, his jaw dropping as my hips circled to rub him against the length of my wetness.

“Nina…” A deep groan tore from Daniel’s throat and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, opening them once again to study me, his irises glittering with awe as my head rolled back, my hair grazing the tops of his thighs as I let the throbbing need build between my legs before rewarding myself. Eyes closed, I relished the sounds of Daniel’s breathless grunts as I teased us both, his hands gripping my waist tight as I let his tip inside me, contracting, torturing him before pulling back out and repeating until I’d had enough myself.

A growl broke free from Daniel’s lips and filled the room the moment I sank down onto him. No sound emerged from my own open mouth but my fingers clawed at my bed sheets, twisting them under my palms as I felt an unreal pleasure tearing ferociously through me, sending me spiraling me into an ecstasy that I never knew existed, that I’d never even known the slightest hint of but could surely never go without ever again.

CHAPTER 12