Page 29 of The Sunday Brothers Novellas

CHAPTER SEVEN

PORTER

If you asked anyone in Little Pippin Hollow, they’d tell you Porter Sunday was the persuasive one. The one who shook down his older brothers for candy money and made sure every kid on the playground got an equal number of turns, even if I had to throw a royal fit to make it happen.

So maybe it shouldn’t have been a surprise that I was being obstinate and pushy with Theo. Not when he was trying to deny us both something we clearly wanted.

Theo Hancock was fire, and I craved heat enough to enjoy the burn.

“Please,” I whispered again, brushing my nose along his cheek until my lips reached his earlobe. His skin was warm and sweet with a hint of salt. My teeth clamped lightly down on the plump lobe as I sucked it.

His arms came around me in a sudden clamp, holding me tightly as he turned his head to press his open mouth to my neck. “One time. That’s it.”

“Not enough,” I gasped as one of his hands moved down to grab my ass.

“This is not up for negotiation. Once is all I can give,” he growled between nips of my skin. “Take it or leave it. ”

“T-take,” I said, unable to believe this was real. This was happening. “Take me. Take whatever you want.”

Never had I sounded so desperate, so willing to do any and everything he might want of me. But I was.

Theo strong-armed me over to the bed before putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down until I sat on the edge of the bed. He loomed over me, the intensity of his gaze burning my gut and hardening my dick.

“What do you want, Porter?”

My mouth hung open in paralyzed disbelief. How did I admit to him I was putty for him to mold and manipulate according to his own whims?

The edge of his lips curled up. “I like you like this. Speechless . It’s refreshing. Unexpected.” He leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of my ear. The deep rumble of his voice vibrated through my chest. “Sexy.”

An embarrassing noise of submission escaped my throat. “I’m never like this,” I breathed. “Usually, I’m…”

His hands distracted me as they reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. “You’re?”

My breaths came shallow and fast. “I’m…”

“Hm, let me guess.” He ran his hands across my chest and shoulders, down to my biceps, where he squeezed them in appreciation. “Bossy.”

I huffed out a laugh. “Assertive. Strategic. Persuasive.”

“Mm.” He leaned over and dropped an open-mouthed kiss to one shoulder before dragging his tongue down my arm and nipping the tender skin inside my elbow. “You’re awfully pliable for someone so assertive.”

Amusement lit his eyes, but they still held enough heat to make my cock leak. I shifted my hips. “Only for you.”

Theo knelt down between my feet and looked up at me. The sight of him there between my knees made me dizzy. My eyelids closed, and I concentrated on not passing the fuck out. “ Gonna come like this,” I murmured under my breath. “In borrowed pants. With you fully dressed.”

He reached out a hand and cupped my erection, squeezing all the blood I currently owned and making black spots edge my vision. I sucked in a breath and thought of spiders.

“Look at me.”

I blinked my eyes open in time to see him pulling the touch-me sweater over his head. I thought of all the students who would pay money to watch this man disrobe. He could make millions, a dollar at a time, doing a naughty-professor striptease.

When he was finally shirtless, the defined muscles of his chest and shoulders revealed just how much time he must spend in his outdoor pursuits. He wasn’t big like I was, but he definitely could wipe the floor in a wood-chopping competition with the average college professor.

“Fuck,” I said, squeezing my eyes closed again. The low rumble of his laugh made my stomach erupt in nervous bubbles. I liked this, liked him . The experience of this simple, flirty hookup was more exciting than every interlude I’d ever had with another man.

How was that possible?

Theo’s hands moved up to yank at the cord holding the elastic waistband in place at my hips. “Stand.” Once I stood up, he pulled them down to my ankles and helped me step out of them until my hard dick bobbed in front of his face.

“Feed me your cock, Mr. Sunday,” he teased, meeting my eyes again with a knowing look. He was very aware of what he was doing to me.

“I will come on your face before that happens,” I bit out between clenched teeth. “You even open those lips, and I— ohfuck !”

The wet heat of his mouth engulfed me as his fingers bit into my bare hips and ass to hold me in place. I grabbed for Theo’s hair and held him in place. His tongue bathed my cock with toe-curling pressure until the black spots in my vision turned into exploding stars.

“Fuck, fuck,” I barked into the small space around us. Thankfully, he had no neighbors to hear me. “Oh god. Oh.”

When my orgasm ended and his affectionate sucks and teasing licks slowed down, I fell onto my ass on the bed again and buried my face in my hands.

There was no need to say, “I told you so.” Surely the warm salt of my release on his tongue was proof enough I hadn’t been exaggerating.

Theo stood up and scrambled to get his pants down before taking himself in hand and jerking off with his dick in one hand and a firm grip on my shoulder in the other. The muffled grunts and gasps coming from his throat were mesmerizing, and I lifted my head to watch.

Professor Hot-Cock was stroking himself off inches from me. Just as I leaned in to return the favor of his delicious mouth on me, he erupted. His hot spunk hit my chest and chin, but before he even finished coming, he’d grabbed the back of my head to crush his lips to mine.

We both scrambled back on the bed, coming together in a sticky tangle of naked arms and legs while we kissed frantically before finally slowing back down to soft touches and sweet kisses. It wasn’t enough.

“You’d better not say that was my one time,” I warned. “Because that didn’t count. At all.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Are you saying the performance didn’t reach your lofty standards?”

I rolled him onto his back and climbed on top of him, lazily cleaning us up with a balled-up tee before kissing his stubble-burned lips and cheeks. “That’s right. You didn’t understand the assignment , Theo. I give it an F for effort.”

“How about an F for fuck?” he said with a laugh, squeezing my ass in his hands and pulling my cheeks apart .

“God, yes.”

He continued to laugh as I teased him with kisses on his most ticklish spots. He was sexy as hell. The fantasy of getting naked with him didn’t hold a candle to the reality.

When I lowered myself down his body to his dick, he tried to warn me he needed more time. “I’m not twenty-six,” he said without a trace of embarrassment. I appreciated his confidence. It was something I’d been attracted to all along.

“I’m not in a hurry.” I continued to explore his body, running soft fingertips down the inside of his thighs and around the back of his knees before feeling the toned muscles of his calves. “You’re sexy as fuck. One night isn’t going to be enough to enjoy all of you.”

Theo sat up and ran his fingers through my hair. “If you weren’t a student…”

I crawled forward and straddled him, grasping his jaw in my palms. “If I wasn’t a student… what? What would you do?”

He leaned in and kissed me slowly. Deliberately.

Thoroughly.

“I’d chain you to this bed and spend way more than a weekend with you,” he murmured against my lips.

My heart hammered against my ribs. “Would you? Or are you cum-drunk? Those words sound awfully oxytocin and dopamine-laced…”

He pulled back and met my eyes. His mouth no longer curved up, and his eyes no longer held the teasing sparkle from earlier.

“Porter… this isn’t the sex talking. I was drawn to you when you were my student.

Even before I knew I liked you, I couldn’t resist you.

So confident. So friendly. So passionate.

So talented. Even when you kept fucking up in my class and I wanted to write you off, I couldn’t.

You drove me crazy, but there was something about you that…

” Theo shook his head like he, the master of words, was suddenly unable to articulate what he wanted to say.

“It was li ke the first time I read T.S. Eliot— I knew I only understood a fraction of it, but I couldn’t put it down.

The cadence and the rhythm spoke to me, and I needed to uncover all its layers, even if I had to read it a hundred times. ”

The things he said, the serious way he said them, thrilled me to the core. It was hard to believe this person I’d wanted for so long could possibly want me just as much. I knew Theo wouldn’t lie about it—that wasn’t him… but there had to be a catch.

“But I’m too young, right?” I prompted. “For you to want anything serious with me.”

“Are those your words, or do you think they’re mine?” The familiar tones of his professor voice came through, calm and deliberate.

I chewed at my lip while I considered. “I worry you wouldn’t give me a real chance even if I wasn’t a student in your department.”

Theo reached out to pull my lip from my teeth. “And why would you want to be with someone who’s a grumpy, life-destroying jerk ?”

I snorted. It should have felt awkward having this important conversation while sticky and itchy with his dried release on my skin. But it didn’t. Being with him was easier than I’d ever imagined it would be.

“Aren’t you the one who said people can be more than one thing?” I teased. “It’s called being a mature and fully articulate human being .”

“So you did hear that part,” he grumbled. “Figures.”