It was the second week of summer. I packed a suitcase full of clothes and other essentials. Daniel had told me about a beach house he inherited when his dad passed. I asked my mom if I could go and she said I was 18 and she didn't care what I did. I knew it was a lie, but when I go to college I'm not gonna be asking her for permission to do things.

To be honest, I was afraid of what she would think when I asked. I wondered what she thought of Daniel, but she kept her thoughts on the situation to herself now.

When we got to the beach house, I was really awkward considering I had never had a boyfriend, or whatever Daniel was to me. A whole bunch of thoughts ran through my head.

What if I fart and it stinks? Who pays for meals? What if he gets sick of being around me for so long?

He quickly calmed me down though, if you know what I mean. After that, it was smooth sailing.

We laid in bed, under the covers, naked for hours talking. He massaged my head and I drew circles on his chest.

"Why'd you leave Harvard?"

"For Victoria. Dumbest thing I ever did."

"Bitch," I muttered. He laughed, causing a smile to form on my face. I looked up at him from my position.

"How many tattoos do you have?"

"About 25'" he said.

"Didn't it hurt?"

"Some, but I have a high pain tolerance."

"What do they mean?" I laid down on top of him and started applying soft kisses to his neck.

He smiled and placed his hands behind his head. "The tiger represents my dad. The two wolves represent my parents and the moon represents me. I have a few quotes-," his groan interrupted his speech as I began kissing down his chest.

"Continue," I said.

"Most of the ones on my back are of revolutionary black leaders. Most of the tattoos I just thought were nice. But... the lighthouse represents finding light in the darkness."

I came back up and looked at him. "Did you find yours?"

"My light?" I nodded. "Yeah. I have it now."

He gazed into my eyes intensely like he was searching for something. I kissed him and he sat up causing me to straddle him. His arm wrapped around my back and he pulled me into him even tighter. My hand trailed down his stomach to his member. Lifting myself up a bit, I slipped it inside of me.

My head leaned back, allowing Daniel more access as he kissed my chest. The vibration of his growls against my skin felt electrifying. He started to pick up speed as our bodies rocked in sync

I brought my lips down to his and he placed a hand on my cheek. "Fuck," I moaned against his lips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled me even closer, which I didn't know was possible. He placed a hand on the back of my head and tangled his fingers in between the strands of my flat-ironed hair. I whimpered in pleasure. He looked down at my breasts and connected his mouth with one of my hardened nipples. He playfully bit at it. Working his tongue around it for a bit, he then moved to the next one, giving it equal attention.

This was a different pleasure than I had felt before. It was bubbling up in my stomach. He plunged deeper into me causing me to suck in a breath. A faint "Ah" escaped my lips.

"No matter how much I fuck you, I can't seem to stop wanting you," he whispered.

"Then take me," I responded. The devilish smirk on his face was evident. He kissed the valley in between my breasts.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I pulled it back, forcing him to look up at me. He let out a deep groan and then a small chuckle. I started bouncing on top of him faster. He wrapped a hand around my throat and I wrapped one around his.

"You wanna get rough?" He smirked. I bit my lip and nodded. "Get up." I got off the bed and he did the same.

He slammed me against the dresser, but I didn't mind. He inserted himself into me and had no hesitation to start pounding into me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair causing me to look at myself in the mirror. His free hand grabbed my ass. The whole dresser was rocking along with our movements. I squealed as he thrust himself into me even harder.

Wrapping his arm around my front, he began playing with my clit. I had to place my hands on the dresser to keep myself from collapsing from satisfaction. The tension in my stomach was about to explode and I knew I was going to come soon. I released a sort of mewl. The sound was foreign but welcomed. I wasn't even aware that I was capable of producing such a noise.

"Fuck! Oh my gosh," I shouted as I met my release.

"You're mine," Daniel growled in my ear. He kissed the back of my neck. "Whose are you?"

"I'm yours," I said breathlessly.

Slamming my hand down on the dresser, I began to shake from the intense wave of pleasure that was coming over me. I closed my legs, but that didn't stop him from moving. I couldn't escape even if I wanted to. He had one hand pulling my hair and the other wrapped around me. I was trapped on his damn dresser and I couldn't handle the orgasmic feeling anymore. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

I grabbed his wrist, but he kept playing with my bundle of nerves. I tried to pull his arm away, but he kept resisting. Finally, I just gave up trying knowing he was going to do what he wanted to. I was having trouble keeping my balance because my legs were shaking and felt weak. Reaching behind me, I tried to push him away, but once again he didn't budge. I really didn't want to have to go there, but I knew if he continued, I would.

"No more," I breathed. He continued. "Fine, yellow!" I shouted. Finally, he released me and I collapsed. He caught me before I could hit the floor or the dresser.

"You know you could've ended that a whole lot quicker."

"You would've loved that wouldn't you," I said sarcastically. He pushed me into the bed and I propped myself up on my elbows.

"No. That means that I would have to take a break from being inside of you. Do you know how painful that is for me?" He towered over me and his lips grazed mine.

"Fine. Red." I pushed him off me, stood up, and headed for the bathroom.

His expression was priceless. "Wait, what?" He grabbed my hand before I could get too far.

"You heard me. Red," I shot a playful smile.

"You don't mean that."

"Are you invalidating me for not giving you my permission?"

"No, but I know you're only doing this to get back at me."

I shrugged. "Sucks. Doesn't it?"

"You can't leave me like this." Looking down, my eyes were met with his hardened state.

"If I wasn't here, wouldn't you just jack yourself off?"

"It's not the same."

I walked up to him and trailed a finger down his chest. "Do you miss being inside of me that much?" I wanted to tease him. I wanted to be in control.

"Yes, Lydia." He laid a hand on my waist but I grabbed it and threw it off.

I pushed him into the bed. Positioning myself in between his legs, I continued my tease. "Tell me how much you love being inside of me." I could see he was getting frustrated.

"I love to fuck you until you're shaking and beyond." He tried to touch me again and I flicked his hand away again.

I knew he wasn't going to do anything without my say-so. "Why?"

He took a deep breath. "Because you feel good wrapped around my dick." His foot started bouncing. He needed me. Now.

I leaned my head to the side. Resting my hands on his thighs, I leaned in close. Close enough to kiss him. I know he wanted me to, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "Beg me."

"What?"

"Beg me to suck your dick and make you come," I smiled.

"No."

"Fine," I walked towards the bathroom, but he grabbed my hand again.

"Please," he said softly. It was so soft that I almost didn't hear it.

"What? I can't hear you." I loved the fact that I had power over him.

"Please," he said a bit louder.

"Please, what?"

"Please suck my dick and make me come." I could see the desperation in his eyes.

I rolled my eyes, "Fine." I got on my knees and tucked my hair behind my ears.

He leaned back on the bed as I licked up his length before shoving him in my mouth. "Fuck," he groaned.

He tried to grab my hair but I moved his hand and trapped it on the bed. I went all the way down and stayed there for a couple of seconds. I came back up for air before going back down and swirling my tongue around his tip.

Soon enough he shot his load down my throat, but I wanted him to suffer. Just a bit. I continued bobbing my head. He tried to grab my hair with his other hand but I slammed it down too. I wasn't done yet.

"Shit! Okay. Okay!" I wanted him to use a safe word.

I released one of his hands so I could use mine. I rubbed his sex up and down in a circular motion, never parting my mouth with it.

"Lydia," he moaned. His struggle was turning me on. Hurry up, put your pride aside, and just say the fucking word. "Fine! Yellow. Yellow."

I got up and walked to the bathroom without another word. He followed behind me.

"You're evil," he said.

"I thought I was your little angel." Biting my lip, I flashed my best puppy dog eyes.

"Fuck! Stop doing that."

"Why? I thought you liked it."

He got dangerously close to me and towered over me. I just smiled. We just stared at each other. He broke contact first. Weak. "Ugh! You're so annoying," he joked and turned around.

"Fine. You don't get to take a shower with me."

He spun back around on his heel, "My apologies, Miss Rose."

I laughed as he picked me up and took me into the shower.