“The kid’s got jokes,” he mutters.
“I’m not a kid.” Great, now I sound like a kid.
He smirks and leans back in his chair as he loosens his tie and undoes the top two buttons of his dress shirt. “There, much better,” he sighs in pleasure. “And when you’re thirty-one like me and feel ancient around a lot of the student body, everyone seems like a kid. I’ll give it to you though, Theo, you’re very mature for your age. You remind me of one of my brothers.”
I straighten at his compliment. “Thank you, and thank you?” I’m not entirely sure how he feels about his brothers.
“Ha, it’s a good thing,” he clarifies. “You remind me of my youngest brother. You’re what, twenty-two? Twenty-three?”
“Twenty-three.”
“You’re even the same age as him. Byron’s a good egg; he’s a brainiac, kind, and is basically every mother’s dream child. One thing’s for sure, he didn’t give my mother gray hairs like my other brother and I did.” He chuckles and pauses, and there’s a distant look in his eyes, as if he’s reminiscing. “I’ll introduce the two of you the next time he visits. I’ve seen some of the comic books tucked away in your bag and know you guys would get along great. He’s in a graduate program at Ithaca College, so he’s not too far. Let me guess, you went to IthaCon too?”
I’m a little taken aback that he wants to introduce me to one of his brothers, and I’m surprised he knows about IthaCon. “Guilty as charged.”
“I figured. It was all he could talk about for months. Yeah, I’m definitely going to introduce you guys.”
“Thanks, that’s cool of you. I don’t have a lot of guy friends.”
I feel myself flush at the confession, but it’s true. Between juggling school, my TA duties, hanging with Demi, and dating Addy, I haven’t really had time to make new friends.
Instead of a look of pity, Cohen gives me a look of understanding. “Their loss. If I’ve learned anything over the years, it’s to nurture the relationships that matter. Don’t worry about the people who don’t want to be there. Life’s too short to worry about what others think, and it’s definitely too short to try and make someone like you. You feel me?”
The more time I spend with him, the more I realize he has this uncanny ability to speak to the unspoken, underlying issue that’s really bothering me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he has a superpower, his intuition is that strong.
“Yeah, I feel you.”
“Speaking of life being too short.” He leans forward and clasps his hands in front of him. “How are you feeling about teaching a lesson?”
“Um...not r-ready?”
“Is that a question or a statement?”
“Both?” I try and muster my thoughts. “Part of me wants to teach, but the other part of me still feels a lot of anxiety. When I feel out of control, my stutter gets really bad, and I don’t want to have to struggle through a lesson. It’s not fair to your students.”
“The only thing that wouldn’t be fair, Theo, is to deprive them of a lesson from someone who’s competent, knowledgeable, and passionate about the subject matter. I personally think you’d do a great job.”
“I think you’re kind of biased.”
“Trust me, if I didn’t think you’d be qualified, I wouldn’t offer to let you take the reigns in my class. When I saw your résumé I knew you’d be qualified, but it wasn’t until I met you and we had our long talks on mythology that I knew you’d be a great teacher.”
Now I’m blushing in earnest at his kind words. “Thank you, that means a lot to me.”
He nods as if it’s no big deal. “We’ll get you to teaching a class eventually. There’s no rush, but I hope you know I’m happy to help in any way I can. I know you haven’t tried it yet, but I’m calling it now: you’ll get a taste for it and will want to teach.”
He looks so confident in his words.
“If I decide to go down that route, I’ll be sure to thank you. Just don’t get a big head about it if you’re right.”
We both share an easy laugh, and I’m grateful we get along. Most of our conversations are about school, but I enjoy when we touch on personal things as well. He really is becoming a friend of sorts, and I can’t help but wonder if this is what it’d be like to have an older brother.
My phone beeps, and I glance at the screen quickly. There’s a text notification from Demi, and I know it’s time for me to leave.
“Time to go?” he guesses.
“Yeah, my best friend and I are going to have pizza and binge on some TV shows.”
“Sounds like a good time. I better get going as well before I become part of the scenery here.”
We say our goodbyes, and as I’m pulling open the door, Cohen calls out. “Oh, and Theo?”
I stop with my hand on the knob and glance at him over my shoulder. “Yeah?”
“My door’s always open if you need anything,” he reminds.
I give him a genuine thank you and head out, grateful to have someone else I can count on for advice. I doubt anything will come up, but it’s comforting knowing he’s there for me.
Nine
Addy
Excitement over my night in with Theo has been bubbling all day, and I feel like my body is ready to float or combust. I’m primped, spritzed, shaved, and buffed to within an inch of my life, and I’ve finally decided on an outfit. My clothes are cute but not cute enough they scream I want to seduce you; my low-cut tank shows off the girls, and my yoga pants are easy access and do great things for my legs and butt. We agreed to takes things slow, and while things have been wonderful the past few weeks, I’m ready to take things to the next level. I don’t expect us to have sex, but I really want to explore his body. On the off chance my clothes come off, I want to be ready.
With each date we have, my desire to see Theo and get to know him better amplifies. I appreciate how great he’s being at respecting me, but I’m dying for him to maybe respect me a little less physically. We haven’t passed first base, so we’ve done nothing but kiss. While the kissing gets better and better—God, can he kiss—I’m primed and set to hit the ball into the outfield and round some damn bases. At this stage, I don’t need much. If anything, I’d like to show him how much I’ve appreciated everything he’s done for me the past few weeks.
I’m swiping on some lip balm when I hear the doorbell ring, and I rush over to the door, eager to get naughty with my sexy nerd. We haven’t established what we are or where things are going yet, but Theo is definitely mine; he just doesn’t know it yet. I run to answer the door and launch myself at him, and his strong arms wrap around my body and hold me close.
“That’s some greeting,” he whispers against my neck, and I can feel his smile against my skin. He presses his lips more firmly against me, and a delicious shiver runs up my spine and make my nipples pucker.
“I missed you,” I admit, my voice slightly muffled by his shoulder.
He pulls back, and before I can lament the loss of contact, he takes my lips in a heated kiss that shows me how much he missed me as well. As his mouth owns mine, his large hands run up and down my back before finally landing on my butt. His touch feels tentative at first, but he tightens his grip with a groan as our kiss deepens, and I feel myself get wet at the contact.
Down, girl, I think to myself. I’m excited for his hands to roam even more, but we need to make it inside first. I come back up for air and give him a playful kiss on the nose before throwing his words back at him. “That’s some greeting.”
“In case you couldn’t tell, I missed you too.” I’ve noticed his stutter is less pronounced the more time we spend together, and while I’m happy it means he is more comfortable around me, I miss hearing the endearing sound.
He sets me back down on the ground, and we smile like goobers as we head into my apartment. My eyes drink him in, and my mouth waters because he can rock a t-shirt and jeans better than any guy I’ve ever met.
We quickly settle ourselves
onto the couch, and I curl my body against his, making sure to maximize the amount of physical contact between us.
“What do you feel like watching?”
“Whatever you want, hot stuff.” It’s not like we’ll be watching it for long. After all, the whole point of Netflix and chill is to fool around during the movie.
“I was thinking we could watch Justice League, unless you’ve seen it already or don’t want to watch it. I remember you mentioning how much you love the guy who plays the Flash. By the way, Demi says you’re crazy for preferring him to Aquaman.”
“Ezra Miller?” Oh, yeah, I love my nerds. “Demi can have Aquaman and all his smoldering intensity. Not only is the Flash fun, his personality is great, but he’s still got nothing on you.”
“Thank you.” Theo looks both pleased and sheepish at my words, and I can’t help but lean in and press a quick peck to his warm cheek.
“Justice League sounds great, though. Start it up.”
Theo presses play, and my anticipation starts to ratchet up further now that the movie is playing. Fifteen minutes into the movie, and my anticipation turns into confusion because we’re still only watching the movie. I’m honestly not paying any attention, but I can see Theo is genuinely following along with the movie. Figuring he must be shy, I feign a yawn and arch my back in an exaggerated motion that thrusts my breasts out so they brush against his arm. I see him tense at the contact, but he keeps his eyes on the screen.
Twenty-five minutes in, and I try to divert his attention again. I rotate my body so I’m facing him more and wrap one of my arms around his and grip his bicep; this gives me the chance to run my fingers up the bulging muscle and also serves to plump my cleavage, which is definitely in his line of sight.
Thirty minutes in, and I can feel his breathing turn shallow since I’m basically plastered to his side like a spider monkey. I chance a glance up at him from under my lashes, and I’m pleased to see he’s definitely forgotten about the movie. His gaze is zeroed in on my cleavage; he doesn’t even notice I’ve caught him looking, that’s how intent his stare is. I smile at this revelation and have to stop myself from gasping when I let my eyes travel down his chest and to his lap.
My mouth begins to water at the sight of his jean-clad erection, which looks surprisingly big. I figured he’d be sizable considering his height, but the thick outline straining against his jeans is downright impressive. Unable to help myself, I place the hand not circling his arm on his thigh, which causes me to face him more fully. I look up, and his gaze is no longer on my chest. Rather, his eyes are trained on his lap where my hand is slowing inching toward his dick.
“Addy?” he gasps in question.
I don’t answer. Instead, I continue to move my hand. Theo’s sharp intake of breath greets my ears as I move ever closer, and a low hiss escapes him when I finally brush against his erection. My own breathing grows ragged as I move my hand back and forth over the hard ridge.
“A-addy?” he tries again, and this time he places his hand on mine to stop my movements.
I drag my eyes back to his, and his expression looks as wild as I feel. “Yes, Theo?”
“W-what are y-you d-d-doing?” His stutter is back in full force, and I grin at the sound.
“I’m making you feel good. Didn’t that feel good?” He gives me a jerky nod in response, and the affirmation bolsters my desire even more. “I know we said we’d take things slow, but I want to take things to the next level. Is that okay? You can say no if it isn’t, and we can stop.” I don’t look away as our eyes lock because I want him to see how sincere I am.
“Y-yes.” He looks torn, and there’s something else in his gaze I can’t decipher. “I m-mean, n-no.” He pauses and takes a deep breath before clarifying. “Y-yes, it’s okay. N-no, we d-don’t have to st-stop.” He removes his hand from over mine before asking, “Wh-what do you have in mind?”
I smile at his question and lean in to give him a kiss instead of answering. The kiss starts off sweet like all the others, but it quickly turns into something hotter. I swing my leg over his lap to straddle him, eager to press the part of me desperate for attention against the part of him I am dying to see. This seems to jolt Theo into action, and I feel my panties soak through when his hungry mouth assaults mine.
Theo’s lips are aggressive, and my head tilts back when he moves his focus from my mouth to my neck. He’s sucking and licking the long column of my throat, and I moan because it feels so damn good to finally have his mouth on me. While his mouth is aggressive, his hands are moving over my body in gentle sweeps. He runs them over my back, and I feel like crying tears of joy when he finally glides them up my stomach and over my breasts. His touch is soft and doesn’t stray under my shirt, and his fingers soon find the tight buds of my nipples, which he circles and lightly squeezes.
His tender ministrations on my breasts soon have me panting for more, so I pull away from his drugging kisses and make quick work of removing my top. Theo’s eyes widen appreciatively at the sight of my heaving chest, but he seems to be lost in the visual since his hands remain loosely at my hips. With my hands guiding his, I grab them and drag them up my stomach to where I need his touch right now.
“You can touch me,” I whisper, the squeeze of my hands over his punctuating the permission I’m giving him.
My words spur him to action, and he starts to rub and caress me of his own volition. Much like his kisses, his touch starts off tentative, as if he’s learning me and what I like. I get lost in the sensation of his patient exploration, but he soon becomes emboldened by my gasps of encouragement. His grip becomes more substantial on my skin, and my eyes flutter closed when one hand tweaks a nipple under my bra while his mouth exposes the other nipple and laves it eagerly with his soft tongue.
I grind against him with a calculated twist of my hips, and he throws his head back on a groan. I take advantage of his exposed throat and mimic the attention he gave me moments ago on his own neck. He bucks up against me in response, and I whimper at the hard pressure of him against my center. My curiosity to see him wins, and I move my kisses lower. I fist my hands in his shirt as I kiss down his chest and abs, and his breathing starts to come out in loud pants the lower I go. I don’t waste time when I get to his zipper, and soon my hand is wrapping around his hot length and pulling him free from his boxers.
“Theo,” I gasp in appreciation and wonder. “Your dick is perfect.” He’s long, hard, and smooth, and he’s thick enough that I know I’ll have to stretch a little to take him whenever we go all the way. A pearly drop of precum glistens at the tip, and I lean over to lick it up. When I look up, his eyes are hot on mine, and his hands are fisted at his sides. “I want to make you feel good.”
A strangled groan is all I hear before I lean back in and show him with my mouth just how much I like him.
THEO
Hot.
Wet.
Suction.
My mind can’t wrap around how good it feels to have Addy’s mouth on me—in an area that’s never known a woman’s hands or mouth before—but my body sure loves it. Kissing Addy and seeing her without her shirt on is intense, but getting my first blow job has launched my nervous system into a whole other realm of sensation.
Sweat starts to bead at the base of my neck, my body rebelling at my inner determination not to come. I don’t realize my eyes are tightly shut until I pry them open and stare at Addy, my lids heavy. She’s staring up at me as she caresses and kisses and licks and sucks my dick, her gorgeous brown eyes filled with naughty intent and joy. My fists are balled and my fingernails are digging into my palms. The slight sting grounds me and keeps me from focusing on the magic happening in my lap, though it’s a struggle not to succumb to how good it feels.
Addy’s bobbing up and down, and her fist is squeezed around the base of my dick, pumping for all it’s worth as her mouth continues to move. Her eyes start to flutter closed, and her groan causes a vibration to ripple up and down my length. I continue to
watch her with bated breath, and any chance I had of lasting any longer goes up in smoke when I see her other hand moving quickly between her legs.
“O-oh,” I gasp, my eyes glued to where she’s touching herself. My own fingers twitch in response; I can’t wait until I get the chance to touch her intimately.
“Mmm,” she hums again, and the jolt of pleasure from her mouth and the erotic visual in front of me is about to push me over the edge. I can feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, and my balls tighten in readiness.
“I’m going to c-come, Addy.” My words are pained, the pleasure is so intense.
Instead of popping off like I expect, she groans again and bobs up and down at a faster pace, confident in her abilities. This girl is unbelievable. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she pulls her other hand from between her legs and brings them to my balls. She grasps them lightly, rolls them between her fingers, and tugs on them, and I can feel the wetness of her arousal on the sensitive skin there. I don’t stand a chance; between that and the slick warmth of her mouth, I come long and hard, the intensity of my orgasm causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head. She keeps her mouth suctioned around my dick the entire time, and once I’m replete, I can feel myself jerk at the sensitivity.
With a smile and a featherlight kiss to the tip, Addy finally leans back and smiles up at me triumphantly. “I’d ask how I did, but judging from what just happened and your expression, I’d say I did a damn good job.”
I’m breathing hard, but a chuckle manages to escape at her words. I tuck myself back into my boxers and pants before pulling her up and into my lap, her legs straddling me once again.
“Thank you,” I whisper against her neck as I give her a hug.
“Anytime, Theo. Seriously, anytime. I might be at risk of getting ad-dick-ted to you.” She chuckles. “I’m sure you’ve heard that before, but I mean it.”
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