Discipline (20 page)

“Yes.”

“Just kissing?”

“No.”

I blushed, and he broke into a smile as he
watched me to do so, his eyes eventually wandering about my
body.

“This is cruel, what you do. You know that
right?” he asked while gazing at my thighs.

“You do the same to me.”

“What am I doing?” Aaron challenged.

“Making me want to get out of here.”

“We could.”

“We can’t,” I corrected, explaining simply
with, “Kelsey.”

Aaron let out a groan that turned the heads
of the women in the bar. “Come back to my house with me,” he
finally said. “I’ll drive you.”

“To
Woodhill
?” I blurted.
“Aaron…”

“It’s late,” he murmured quietly, perhaps
suddenly aware of the women watching him. “You won’t be seen.”

“Aaron, there has to be another solution.”
My voice was breathy and nearing a plea thanks to our dilemma. It
felt as if we were on the bridge again, both desperately wanting
one another but with no place to go for relief.

“Come to Woodhill,” Aaron asserted in a way
that made it hard for me to say no. But I couldn’t imagine it —
sleeping in Aaron’s bed just minutes away from my parents’ house,
from the houses of all the nosey Woodhillers.

I stared ahead. It was tempting. And I did
want it, but it felt so wrong. “You guys are up one,” I mumbled
faintly.

Aaron’s face was quizzical for a moment
before he registered and looked up at the TV screen. The Yankees
were up by a run in the bottom of the ninth, the Mets at bat with
two outs and a runner in scoring position. I felt Aaron’s hand
touch my thigh as we turned our attention to the game. With the
first strike of the batter, his palm pressed down to my knee,
giving it a tantalizing squeeze. It returned to my thigh with the
second strike, his gentle strokes sending ripples of chills up my
legs.

And with the third strikeout, he celebrated
only by giving my inner thigh a hard squeeze, prompting a burst of
electric shivers between my legs.

“Okay,” I breathed. “Let’s go to
Woodhill.”

CHAPTER
13

It was probably wrong to tease him in the
car, but I couldn’t help it and I wasn’t really doing it on
purpose. It was just that everything about the way he drove was a
turn on — the way he leaned back in the driver’s seat with that
bare forearm draped over the top of the wheel, the way he sat with
his legs far apart and of course, the way his free hand stroked my
thigh. It rubbed small circles above my knee, working its way up
and claiming more and more of my breath until I could no longer
contain the urge to relieve the aching between my legs. Swatting
his hand away, I reclined in the passenger’s seat, exhaling a
quivering breath as I felt my own fingers relieve the
throbbing.

“Oh, come on,” Aaron pleaded, doing a decent
job of keeping his eyes on the road despite knowing where my hands
were. I watched him, smirking when he finally gave himself a
half-second peek of me while approaching our exit on the highway.
Though after that peek, it was as if he’d broken the seal and
couldn’t stop looking with urgency, his lips parted, his eyes
darting about me as I swiveled my hips against my own touch. The
moment we hit a red light, I felt his fingers grab a handful of
hair above the nape of my neck. “Come here,” he growled before
leaning over my seat and closing his mouth over mine, taking his
arm off the wheel to let his other hand grope my breast through my
shirt.

“Green,” I gasped when the light changed,
something I’d only noticed because of the honking behind us. Aaron
cursed as he ripped himself away from me, his hand withdrawing from
my breast to readjust his package before he began driving again.
“We’re here,” I realized, glancing out the window just in time to
see the gold letters that shone through the dark night on the
massive, wooden sign that read
Welcome to
Woodhill
.
Upon turning and seeing the suddenly tense look in Aaron’s eye, I
decided to distract him from his worries.

“Oh, come on, Nina…” Aaron’s fingers curled
as I brought his free hand to my body again, slipping it under my
T-shirt. “Wait one more minute…”

Enjoying his tormented look, I ignored him,
especially when I remembered what he’d done to me in the hallway of
my apartment building.

“Nina… don’t do this to me…”

I had my hand over his, guiding it beneath
the cup of my bra so that he held a handful of my bare breast.

“Come on…” Despite his pleading, he squeezed
hard. “
Fuck
,” he cursed, his voice hoarse. As he fondled me,
I noticed his car passing my street. It was past midnight at this
point and most houses had their lights off, hopefully because
everyone had gone to bed.

“Is this it?” I panted my question as Aaron
turned into a back road of smaller homes that I’d either never seen
before or driven past once or twice in my life.

“Yes.”

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 white 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.

“God
damn
.”

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.

“Oh my God,
yes
.” This was what I’d
been missing all along. What I’d dared to ask for from Ben just
once, what he told me he’d never do. With another stroke of Aaron’s
tongue — a longer one this time — my knees buckled. “Aaron, oh
God…”

He caught me, his hands grabbing my ass to
steady me before throwing one of my legs over his shoulder, his
other arm wrapped around the thigh of my other leg as his tongue
continued, sending me into an unfamiliar world of bliss — one that
overwhelmed me as he easily slid a finger into me, pulling a deep
moan from my throat before slowly, gently working in another. And
then another.