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“I’m here,” he managed, and when he cleared his throat, he caught Brantley’s smirk. He’d goddamn smirked at him. And his greedy eyes were practically daring him to come closer.
Ohhh, so that’s how it was?Well, two can play that game.He walked back over to stand in front of Brantley and dropped his gaze to the swollen cock in his fist.
“You see, Jordan, I was trying to work out a polite way to tell you the only person who’ll be having my balls for breakfast is your friend. But he’s too busy trying to make them blue, so can we maybe have this conversation in, say…five or ten minutes, after I teach myex-teacher not to try my patience?”
“Well,excuseme. Didn’t you grow up to be a cocky one.”
Daniel knocked Brantley’s hands away and then took over the job of stroking him. As his professor’s lips parted, Daniel said into the phone, “You have no idea. Now, be a good friend, would you, and give us at least ten minutes to finish our morning exercise before you call back.”
With that, he hit end and slammed his mouth down on Brantley’s.
BRANTLEY GRABBEDDANIEL’S face and speared his tongue inside those trouble-talking lips. The fingers around his cock tightened and then began to work him. Up and down, that dexterous hand moved, and he couldn’t stop himself from fucking it.
He wasn’t sure how he’d waited for Daniel to cross over to him, but when he’d taken him back in his hand, Brantley had been positive he was going to come with Jordan right there on the other end of the phone.
Between the cocksure swagger, the arrogant eyes, and that commanding tone Daniel had used, Brantley was surprised he hadn’t lost it the minute the threat ofteaching him a lessonhad been issued.
Damn, he was glad he’d been able to wait though. Daniel had just slipped the phone into his pocket and was now hiking his left thigh up Brantley’s leg so he could grind his pelvis against him like he was balls-deep inside him.
Brantley clutched his shoulders tight and thrust his hips as hard as he could against Daniel, and when he raised his head and said, “Do it. I’m becoming addicted to watching your face when you come all over me,” nothing was going to hold him back.
He came in a sticky mess all over Daniel’s naked abdomen, and as his leg was slowly lowered back to the ground, Daniel stepped in to press their bodies together in a deliciously dirty body rub.
Brantley sucked in a breath at the fierce desire shimmering in the depths of Daniel’s eyes. “What—” He paused when Daniel’s hands went to the wall on either side of his head.Shit,he was so overwhelming like this. “What about you? That’s twice now.”
“Believe me, I know. But I think I’m going to wait.”
“Wait?” Brantley asked.
“Yes. I want to do something I never could back then…”
“And that would be?”
Daniel grinned, and Brantley thought his knees might give out. “I want to take you to dinner. Shocking, I know, but it seems the gentlemanly thing to do, since I have you standing here naked. It’s something we never did when I was your student. And the entire time we’re eating, you’ll know that I’m sitting opposite you, thinking about how fucking good it’s going to feel when I bring you back here and finally come inside you.”
Brantley took in a shuddering breath, but Daniel wasn’t finished solidifying his role as his every waking fantasy, because he then added in the most arrogant tone Brantley had ever heard, “And I promise you, by then, my dick is going to be so hard for you, professor, that you’ll be lucky if I let you get past the front door and into a bed before I have it in you.”
Goddamn, that little speech had his hands shaking and his cock already showing signs of interest—again.
When Daniel dug the phone out of his pocket and held it out to Brantley, he looked down between them and asked, “Excited?”
Brantley went to take the phone and told him just as boldly, “Eager.”
Daniel didn’t immediately let go, and instead kept their eyes locked as he gave an indecent smile. “Eager for which part?”
As he plucked the phone from Daniel’s grasp, Brantley brushed past him and headed toward the en suite to shower. “To see if your cock lives up to that filthy mouth you still have. For now, though, you can use the main shower to clean up. But Finn,” he called out, and looked back to see Daniel watching him. “Don’t get too clean, hmm?”
AFTER A SHOWER and a shave,Daniel found Brantley seated out on the deck with a carafe of orange juice, milk, two bowls, and a box of Honey Nut Cheerios. Ahh, his favorite. He had to admit that it was nice to be around someone who knew him almost as well as he knew himself.
He pulled up a seat and sat in the shade of the umbrella. Brantley was also freshly shaven, and was put back together in pristine condition. One wouldn’t have ever known that the refined man currently reading the newspaper had dry-humped Daniel until he’d climaxed a little over thirty minutes ago, and that was a secret he had always loved knowing. Thathecould make Brantley Hayes lose his cool.
That had never gotten old, and it still gave him a thrill. He remembered how he’d felt every time he’d stepped into class and seen his professor standing behind the podium, giving a lecture. That intense arousal mixed with pride—and yeah, a healthy dose of possession, because heknewwhat his teacher was like when he got home and took those tailored dress pants and preppy sweaters off.
“Stop staring at me and pour your cereal, Finn.”
“I like staring at you,” Daniel said as he reached for the box. “Always have.”
Brantley lowered one corner of the newspaper and raised an eyebrow. “Yes. I seem to remember that preoccupation of yours. That’s what got us into trouble the first time.”