Chapter 17
B RANTLEY HAD NEVER been more aware of his movements as he was while walking across his balcony and toward his front door.
He hadn’t bothered to see if Daniel was following him—he already knew he would be.
But when he reached inside his pocket for his keys and a hand landed on his waist, he paused, and the keys jingled as his arm fell to his side.
Daniel’s lips found the side of Brantley’s neck, and when his teeth nipped their way up to his jaw, he sighed.
Knowing he needed to get the door open and them inside or risk indecent exposure, he reluctantly pulled away from Daniel. When the fingers on his waist lingered before falling away, he savored the sweet slide of them.
He managed to get the door open before throwing the keys on the entry table. Then he was about to head to the living room, but Daniel said his name.
He stopped in his hall and turned around. Daniel was leaning against the wooden interior door. His legs were crossed at the ankles, his hands were casually resting inside the pockets of his pants, and his heated eyes and flushed cheeks made him look positively sinful.
“Come here.”
Shit. His dick became instantly hard.
“Come. Here. Brantley.”
He was in so much trouble. He knew that just as surely as he knew that what was about to happen in the next hour or so was likely going to ruin him for any other person on the planet. But that didn’t stop him from doing what he had been told.
It only took six steps for him to be back within touching distance of Daniel, and as a hedonistic smile appeared on his full mouth, Brantley shuddered.
“Closer,” Daniel whispered, which was the only sound in the otherwise silent home—unless the thumping of hearts counted.
As Brantley took another step, Daniel uncrossed his legs, straightened up against the door, and took his hands out of his pockets. And every single move was like a well-choreographed dance designed to drive Brantley out of his ever-loving mind.
He raised his eyes to the amber ones locked on his, and when Daniel crooked his finger, he didn’t have to say a word. Brantley was already moving—closer. He stepped between Daniel’s legs, and Daniel reached for his hips, tugging him the rest of the way.
Oh, God… God . This side of Daniel is potent as hell , he thought as he placed his hands on Daniel’s chest and ran them up to his shoulders and his neck.
Then he slid them into his hair. When Daniel arched his head to the side, enjoying the sensual caress, Brantley did it again and twisted his hands in the longer strands.
The palms on his waist slipped around to his ass, and Daniel ground his hips forward, making Brantley groan in response.
He wanted to tear Daniel out of his clothes and take him right there, just as he had several times in the past. This wasn’t his show to run, though, and when Daniel lowered his head and told him, “Before we leave this hallway, I want to feel your lips around my cock,” he made it crystal clear whose show it was. And hell if I don’t want that too.
There was no doubt in Brantley’s mind that he would be a willing participant in whatever Daniel asked for.
What concerned him, however, was that he wouldn’t be able to hold out and let Daniel be the one to lead.
But he would try. Hell, he’d barely been able to sit through dinner due to his excitement.
Because, he had to admit, this new role he was now playing in their relationship was exciting.
Who knew he had a thing for being ordered around?
That was definitely new. Or maybe it was just who was doing the ordering.
“Have I mentioned I can’t wait to finally feel you around me?” Daniel said. “I’ve imagined it so many times, but I don’t think it’s going to come close to how it actually feels when I sink inside you that first time. Don’t you agree?”
Yes. Yes, Brantley really did, and he had no trouble saying so . “It’s going to feel unbelievable,” he whispered. “For you and for me.”
Daniel stroked his fingers up Brantley’s shirt to the collar. Then he gripped it tight between his fingers and tugged so Brantley’s lips were only an inch from his own, and Brantley’s knees came close to buckling.
“Mhmm. I think you’re right. But before that, you know what I want to see, professor?”
Brantley’s dick was pounding behind his zipper at the arousal heating Daniel’s eyes, and he couldn’t stop himself from digging his fingers into the solid wall of muscle under his palm.
It was the only thing, other than Daniel’s grip on his collar, that was keeping him on his feet.
He licked his lips, and as Daniel’s gaze dropped to follow the movement of his tongue, he clued in pretty damn quick, but he wanted to hear it.
“What?” he asked, and Daniel’s eyes came back to his.
“You on your knees.”
Yes. He wanted that too.
Daniel lowered his head to his ear then and whispered, “Undo my pants, Brantley.”
With their eyes still pinned to one another, Brantley dragged the hand he had on Daniel’s chest down to the button of his pants, where his other one was already busy unbuttoning the snap of those tailored grey slacks.
When he had it undone and was about to pull the zipper down, Daniel lowered his head and brushed his lips over the top of his.
His warm breath entered his mouth, making Brantley want to beg to skip waiting and just go to his bedroom. But then Daniel sucked his lower lip into his mouth and Brantley decided he could wait if it meant being teased and tormented by his Finn.
When his breathing became harsh and his hands were clutching at the edges of Daniel’s pants, he heard him say, “Knees, professor. I want to see you on yours—now.”
And nothing was going to stop him from giving this man what he wanted.
THANK FUCK FOR the door behind him supporting his ass, because when Brantley went to his knees, Daniel just about dropped to his own to join him.
As it was, he was having a difficult time making himself wait, but when Brantley slowly drew the zipper of his pants down, Daniel decided he would show some fucking patience just so he could slide his cock between his professor’s stern lips.
Goddamn, what a picture Brantley made, kneeling at his feet. He’d visualized this exact moment on more than one occasion over the years. Nothing in his fantasies, however, had quite lived up to his current reality.
“Brantley?”
When Brantley peered up at Daniel, his heart just about stopped in his chest. The man was just so fucking beautiful. And the silver in his hair and his stubble only enhanced his stunning eyes and dark lashes.
“Thank you for ordering the pie tonight. It’s always been a favorite of mine. Especially since whenever I eat it, I’m reminded of the first time you made me yours. Picnics in your bed were always my favorite things on the weekend. That one in particular stands out.”
Brantley’s cheeks flushed, and Daniel knew he was remembering the moment as vividly as he was.
They’d had the windows open, the breeze blowing across their skin as Daniel had worked on his homework and Brantley on his schoolwork, and somewhere in between sucking whipped cream and tangy tart filling off his finger, Daniel had ended up naked, under Brantley, and taken in the most delicious way imaginable.
Their first time had been nothing short of perfection.
Much like the man staring up at him.
“I want to do that with you. Take you oh so slowly. Over and over in your bed. Just like you did with me that first time,” he said, and then cupped Brantley’s chin. “But first things first. Take off your shirt. I want to see you.”
He released his chin, and Brantley did as instructed. When he was finally kneeling at Daniel’s feet in his navy-blue pants and nothing else, Daniel shoved his pants down to his thighs, and reached inside his white briefs to fist his aching erection.
Brantley’s lips parted and he rose up on his knees, but Daniel shook his head and indicated with his other hand that he should settle back down where he’d been. As he did, Brantley went for the button on his own pants, but Daniel was quickly on that also.
“Uh uh. Hands off. How about you put them behind your back for the moment.”
Brantley’s eyes narrowed on him as if to say, How about fuck you , and Daniel made sure to keep his lips in that firm don’t-mess-with-me line he’d adopted over the years—one much like Brantley himself had down to a fine art.
“Is something bothering you, professor?”
Daniel raised an eyebrow when Brantley’s jaw bunched, and he refused to respond. He looked like he wanted to throttle him, but Daniel knew better. Brantley was frustrated. Frustrated and aroused, if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by.
With slow, methodical pulls of his flesh, Daniel let his eyes trail from Brantley’s lap up over his naked abs to the hair covering his chest, and when he finally got to that tense face, those stunning eyes were focused on the hand he had shoved inside his briefs.
Using his other hand, Daniel slipped his thumb into the elastic and drew them down his thigh so his cock was finally free and visible, and with his attention still fixated on his pelvis, Brantley licked his lips like he was dying to taste him.
No problem. In fact, Daniel thought as he flicked his eyes to the clock hanging on the wall, that’s perfect.
“Brantley?”
When Brantley’s eyes found his, Daniel couldn’t help running his fist up his pulsing length. He was a fucking sight down there. Listening to every word Daniel was saying and, even better, doing it.
“Come here…”
As those two words echoed in the kneeling man’s hallway, Daniel clamped his fingers around the root of his shaft and beckoned for Brantley to come closer with his other hand.
This time when Brantley rose to his knees, Daniel allowed it. Then he took his chin between his fingers, tilting his face up slightly. As Brantley’s eyes darkened and he brought his hands up to balance them on his thighs, a thrill ran down Daniel’s spine to his balls.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
Brantley’s lips parted, and he took in a deep breath. Yes, he wanted in there—right fucking now. With one hand holding that beautifully masculine face in place, he used his other to direct the wet head of his cock to those waiting lips.
As soon as he was close enough, Brantley flicked his tongue over his slit, and Daniel bit down on his lip so hard that he’d likely drawn blood.
The groan that escaped him had Brantley’s eyes flying up to his, and when a cocky-as-fuck smirk tugged at the corner of Brantley’s mouth, Daniel issued his final order.
“You’ve got five minutes, and then you’re mine. Now, suck me.”
brANTLEY TREMBLED AT the order, but his fingers flexed on Daniel’s thighs.
God, when did he get so— tight fingers on his chin pulled him forward— commanding? It was so damn arousing. And new, he thought as he swiped the wide head of Daniel’s engorged cock with his tongue.
“Fucking hell… Brantley .”
Those words and that tone—they were familiar.
Brantley used to love driving Daniel crazy before he would take him.
It’d been one of his favorite parts about getting naked with him.
The way Daniel would go out of his mind every time they’d tried something he hadn’t done before.
And, as Daniel’s thick cock slid between his lips now, Brantley knew that the roles tonight had definitely been reversed, because the man who was directing every single one of his movements was hellbent on driving him insane before they both got naked.
“Jesus, yeah… There you go,” Daniel said, and then shoved his hips forward so he was in as far as he could get.
Brantley closed his eyes and sucked his lips and mouth tight around Daniel’s steely length.
The hands choreographing the entire act went to the side of his head, and as Daniel threaded his fingers through his hair, Brantley smoothed his hands around his legs to his ass—and God the guy had a fine ass.
As Daniel pulled out, Brantley opened his eyes and dug his fingers into the tight, bare cheeks under his palms and tugged him back to swallow him again.
“Brantley, fuck…” Daniel panted. “Fuck.”
Brantley continued to work him over, letting Daniel use his mouth, and just when he thought he was going to lose his mind right there in the middle of his hallway, Daniel’s hands clasped the side of his head and wrenched him away.
He grabbed for his arms and pulled him up, and he was on his feet in a heartbeat to take that demanding mouth with his own.
As soon as their lips met, Daniel’s hands went to the button of his pants and Brantley smiled against the impatient mouth destroying his own.
He cradled Daniel’s face and angled his head to the side for a more thorough taste, and Daniel took it.
His tongue dove between Brantley’s lips just as Daniel’s hands got inside his pants and around his cock.
Brantley squeezed his eyes shut and cursed against Daniel’s mouth, and sharp teeth nipped at his bottom lip, which made his eyes fly open.
Daniel’s were blazing back at him as he drew his fingers up his length and then back down ever so slowly.
“I love making you curse. It’s so rare. And you’re so proper—aren’t you, Brantley? ”
He let his head fall back, Daniel’s lips found his neck, and he kissed his way up to Brantley’s ear. Then he whispered in it. “Tonight, I’m gonna make you curse the fucking walls down.”
When Daniel raised his head and removed his hand from his pants, he spoke in a voice so low and full of wicked promise that Brantley wondered where it’d come from.
“Your bed. I want you in it—right fucking now.”