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“No,” Brantley said as Daniel walked them farther into the house and up against one of his walls. “I think I’ll keep that for myself.”
“Fair enough, but don’t mind me when I tell you that running with you again was a total fucking turn-on.” Then Daniel whispered, “Hands up.”
Brantley didn’t even think twice before he raised his hands, and Daniel drew his shirt off him and tossed it on the ground. As a tongue tickled the nape of his neck, Brantley reached into his shorts and gripped his cock. He drew his fist up the stiff length, and when teeth bit down into his shoulder, he thrust his ass back.
“Fuck yeah,” Daniel said, and Brantley felt his fingers slip into the waist of his shorts and draw them down his hip. “Tell me something, Brantley,” he said in his ear as he shoved the shorts to just under his ass. “I know thatI’venever had the pleasure, but how long has it been since someone’s been inside you?”
Oh hell.It’d been a while—that was for damn sure. And the thought of Daniel taking him that way had Brantley clamping a fist around his dick to stop himself from coming.Shit. If Daniel didn’t stop talking like that, their hot little moment would all be over quicker than Brantley would like.
Whatwasit about Daniel that put such a hold over him? He’d never been able to work that out, and ultimately, that was why he’d given in to his feelings in the first place. Because whenever Daniel was near, it was as if every nerve in his body came alive. No one before or since had made him feel that way.
“I have to tell you, I’m trying to take this slow—you know, the whole let-us-get-comfortable-with-one-another-again. But fuck, it’shard—so damn hard. When all I can think about is the first time I’m going to slide inside you and how deep I’ll have to go so I’ll forget what it was like when Iwasn’ta part of you.”
When Daniel slipped a finger down to tease the top of his crack, Brantley had no trouble imagining the man behind him fucking him senseless. In fact, he was hard-pressed to decide what he wanted more: to fuck Daniel or be fuckedbyhim. And just as he was about to tell him that, the familiar sound of an upbeat pop song blasted throughout the house.
Daniel froze with one hand on his ass and his mouth against Brantley’s ear. “Well, that’s certainly notmyphone,” he said as he brought his palm up and pressed it between Brantley’s shoulder blades. “Where is it?”
What?How was Brantley supposed to remember where his phone was when his brain was busy thinking about Daniel putting his cock where his finger had just been? And, more to the point, why would he care?
“Brantley?” Daniel said against his ear. “Whereis your phone?”
Brantley licked his lips and shut his eyes.Think, think. Where the hell did I leave it?“Umm…”
As the club anthem continued on a loop, he swore that as soon as he could, he would find his damn phone and direct all calls to voicemail after the second ring.
“On the couch…I think.”
“Good,” Daniel said, and as he stepped away, Brantley almost shouted in frustration. He was going to kill Jordan, because that was exactly who was at the other end of that ringtone.
He pulled his shorts up while Daniel walked over to his couch. When he picked the phone up, he smirked at the screen and then raised those cocky eyes to Brantley where he was slumped back against the wall.
“We’ll count this as your ten minutes of torment, shall we? You can thank your friend for that later.” Then Daniel hit the answer button and brought the phone to his ear. “Jordan, how nice of you to call. Or should I still call you Professor Devaney? How are you this morning?”
Chapter 15
DANIEL COULDN’T TEAR his eyes off Brantley as he brought the phone to his ear and answered. He was resting back against the wall, watching him with eyes laden with lust and a hand down his shorts, stroking himself.
“Daniel?”
“Were you expecting someone else?” he asked Jordan, his ex-professor and Brantley’s friend.
“Considering I called Brantley’s phone, I’m pretty sure you’re aware of who I expected.”
Brantley was now shoving his shorts back down.Yes. There’s the bold professor I remember.
“And you’re smart enough to know that if he wasn’t answering, he was otherwise”—a rumble came out of his throat when Brantley’s pants hit the floor—“busy.”
“Listen here, you little shit?—”
Daniel couldn’t help but laugh at Jordan’s tone. The irony was too humorous not to find that comment amusing. Everyone at UCF had known that Jordan Devaney was something of a child prodigy, and that meant that Daniel wasn’t that much younger than his former history professor. He could also remember quite vividly how flustered Jordan would get in class when he was upset. So he could almost picture him with his hands on his hips and his chin tilted up in a pissy manner.
“I don’t care how big and fancy a lawyer you are up in Chicago. Or how ridiculouslyfineyou got since you left. If you hurt him, Daniel Finley, I will hunt you down and have your perfect balls for breakfast, you got that?”
There were several backhanded compliments in there somewhere, but Daniel was too busy trying to keep some of the blood in his head while Brantley stood across the room from him fucking his hand. His eyes were glued to Daniel, and his hair had flopped forward and was sticking to the sides of his face as he continued to masturbate in the middle of his living room.
Daniel reached down to adjust his own hard-on and then returned his attention to the voice at the other end of the line.
“Hellooo?”