Discipline

Thank God. We’d arrived.

As we pulled into his driveway, Aaron reluctantly took his hand off of me to park the car.

This was it. I was in Woodhill at Aaron’s house. I couldn’t see it too well in the dark, but I could make out the perfectly manicured lawn and sports equipment leaning on the brick wall next to his whi

te garage. This was the place that so many Woodhill girls and women had driven by, just so they could feed their fantasies of Aaron — Mr. Cole’s personal life. Kelsey and Paige had done it on multiple occasions.

And here I was for the first time, sitting in his car, my T-shirt crooked on my chest because of his groping, both of us ready and desperate to be inside the house so we could tear each other’s clothes off already.

But as I rounded the front of the car, I saw him pacing towards me instead of the front door, hunger blazing in his eyes. Before I could speak, he had his lips against mine, his strong arms lifting me onto the hood of his car and laying me onto my back. I gasped as he kissed me deeply, right out there in the open.

“Wait. Aaron,” I breathed between kisses. “Can anyone…” He licked right below my jawline as my darting eyes blinked up at the draping, willowy trees that I hoped were shrouding us alongside the dark of the night. “Can anyone see us?”

No answer. Instead, I felt Aaron’s warm hands slide under my shirt once again, cupping my bra before yanking it down so he could suck my tight nipple over the material of my thin T-shirt. His hand massaged my other breast as his did so, his kneading interchanging between gentle and rough and driving me beyond crazy. Desperate to let out a moan, I clasped a hand over my mouth, suppressing it. Instead, I released a whimper as Aaron’s tongue continued to pleasure me through my T-shirt, wetting and warming the material, which now clung to the sensitive skin of my breasts. My fingers raked through my hair as I took in all the sensations at once, including the feeling of him rubbing his groin right against the spot that pulsed between my legs, so hard that I could feel his outline perfectly through the denim of our jeans. God, help me. Arousal was rising in my throat, building, threatening to spill from my lips. I wanted desperately to ask Aaron to take me inside already but I didn’t trust my pent up need to stay contained if I opened my mouth. I knew it would escape in the form of a long, loud moan, drawing every neighbor to his or her window. Besides, Aaron seemed busy for the moment, preoccupied with laving his tongue all over my breasts and their tight, sensitive peaks, giving me the look of a participant in a wet T-shirt contest during Spring Break — not that I was really complaining.

With awed curiosity, I watched as Aaron pulled away to gaze down at my body, lit by just a sliver of glow from the moon. His eyes traveled across the now transparent material of my top, at the way it clung to the curves of my breasts to outline the shape of my hard nipples.

“Goddamn.”

He gave himself another second of appreciation before grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his midsection, bending down again to kiss my lips, his tongue diving into me as he thrust against me through my clothing, the rock in his jeans pressing directly on my pleasure point.

“You’re torturing me,” I managed an urgent whisper, tearing away from his kiss, arching my neck, my back as I felt myself drowning in arousal. He stood up as I clawed again through my hair, simply gazing, delighting in the picture of my writhing and squirming on the hood of his car. He watched for a few moments, as if I were his own personal movie. “Please,” was all I could utter as I felt him slip an arm beneath my arched back, as if he might be lifting me, preparing to bring me inside.

But he didn’t. Instead, he hugged my torso hard against his as his free hand reached between my legs and began giving long, incredible strokes. His own jaw dropped slowly as mine did, his eyes electrifying as he watched my lips quiver, my face contorting with both torment and ecstasy. Our hot breaths collided as he let his mouth hover an inch above mine, his hand moving faster now, giving the occasional pause to let a finger or two rub my clit before returning to a full, scintillating stroke.

“Oh God, Aaron — ”

He pressed his lips against mine, quieting the moan that had begun breaking free. Once I’d swallowed it, he pulled away from me, eager to once again enjoy my expressions as I now grinded against his hand. My hands tore at his shirt as I felt myself moments from spiraling into euphoria. I was close, so stimulated and incredibly close —

— when he stopped.

“Aaron Cole!” I gasped, loud, tortured and so enraged that I forgot we were amid the outdoors of an absolutely silent, still suburban night. His reaction to my outburst was one of both panic and great pleasure, especially as my cry echoed through the stark quiet of the block.

It didn’t take him long after that to scoop me up from the hood of the car and bring me towards the house, my legs wrapped tight around him as he pushed me up against his front door while jabbing a key in to unlock it, all the while hushing my lips not-so-gently with his own. His rock hard torso pressed and rubbed against that pulsing, aching spot as he carried me, making my fingers claw blindly at him, my nails dragging themselves all over his body.

The wildest and loudest of moans ripped from both our mouths once we were in the safety of his home with the front door slammed behind us. Holding me by the backs of my knees, Aaron pinned me against the closest wall with a thrust of his groin against mine. He humped me angrily against it for several seconds, bringing me near that edge again, seconds away from ecstasy before stopping again, eyes fixed on mine to watch for my reaction.

“Aaron!”

His grin was delectably devilish as he took me away from the wall, bearing the scratches of my nails as he finally carried me upstairs, down the hall, and into his bedroom.

Thank fucking God.

Lowering me onto the bed, he gave me a short kiss before standing up again to undress. Chest heaving, I watched as he whipped off his shirt. I let myself gape at those incredible muscles for a second before rising to my feet on his mattress to strip my own body bare. At eye level with my chest, Aaron stared as I peeled my shirt off. Once my bra was off as well, he took a few steps forward, undoing his jeans and letting them fall to the ground before turning his attention to my breasts, kissing, nibbling my nipples as his hands slipped from my waist to the top of my jeans, which he undid before gently pulling down. I kicked them away once they fell around my ankles, my breathing short and ragged as Aaron’s fingers hooked into the bottom of my panties, pulling them down as well, his gaze fixed on where they’d been instead of following their trail down my legs.

Once I stepped out of them, I stood naked before him. Somehow more naked than I was the last time we’d been in a bedroom together. Perhaps it was because I was standing, elevated. I watched in awe as Aaron wrapped his hands around the back of my thighs, parting them just slightly. I found myself chewing on my nails now, nervous, vulnerable, unsure of his next move as he stood there with his jeans still on.

Finally, he knelt one knee onto the edge of the bed, lowering himself until his mouth was just below my belly button. Hands gripping the backs of my thighs, he kissed me there, his tongue whirling as the kiss trailed further and further down until he reached right above my swollen clit.

Holy God.

I hadn’t had this before. Ever. My pleasure had never been a priority with Ben and before him, my high school boyfriends had been willing only to feel and never to taste.

Anticipation nearly buckled my knees as Aaron spread my thighs a little further apart, his breath hitting me between my legs and giving me a tantalizing preview of the pleasure that I could hardly wait to experience.

Once my legs were split enough, I felt his breath coming closer and closer to my deep, pulsing ache, closing the distance between his warm mouth and my wetness. Eyes already closed, I moaned something of excitement, desperation when I felt Aaron’s fingers slide from the back of my thighs to the front, pushing upward until his thumbs gently spread my outer lips.

Finally, I felt the first soft, mindblowing stroke of his tongue.