The heavy silence of the house is gone, replaced by the frantic thrum of my pulse in my throat.

Daniel’s pants hit the floor with a soft thud, leaving him in nothing but white boxers. I catch my breath. He is... deliciously endowed.

Even covered, it’s obvious how big he is, stretched tight against the fabric, almost unreal for a twenty-three-year-old.

I involuntarily bite my lip, my nerves fraying at the edges. For some twisted reason, I’m tempted to reach out and pull those boxers down myself, but I freeze.

"Take them off," Daniel commands, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "And suck me."

My body betrays me before my...