Nerdgasm (Naughty Nerds) Page 13

  “Are you okay?” His warm brown irises shine with concern as they rake over me.

  “Yes, thanks to you.” Emotion clogs my throat as the events of this evening and the last week come rushing back. “I’m so sorry about everything, Theo.”

  I launch myself into his arms, taking comfort in his strong embrace. I can hear his heart thumping wildly beneath his mostly bare chest, and I snuggle as close as possible before he pulls away.

  “N-no need to be s-sorry. I’m the one who should be sorry. It was unfair to ask you to wait a week to talk things out. We could’ve avoided all this tonight if we had t-talked things out sooner.”

  Regret and self-blame lace his words and tug at my heartstrings. Time to set my man straight.

  “You stop that right now,” I admonish. “Who knows how things would’ve played out? What matters is you were there for me tonight, and I can’t express how grateful I am. I feel terrible for berating you in the first place, and I feel even worse that you gave in to Brock’s taunting tonight when you’ve avoided doing so all these years. I...I talked to Demi,” I confess.

  Theo’s brows rise at this little tidbit, but his lack of verbal response prompts me to further explain.

  “She told me about the therapy and all you’ve done to get where you are today, and she told me about your ex. Her perspective on things opened up my eyes to how I was acting. I just...I’m so sorry I pushed you,” I rush out. “And I’m sorry for the terrible things I said. I truly don’t want to change you, but it hurts me to see you belittled for something that makes you who you are. You have nothing to be ashamed of with your stutter. You’re perfect the way you are, Theo, and if you choose not to respond to what jerks might say, I can respect that. I always knew it, but I saw firsthand tonight that you’re the bigger person. It was clear Brock wanted you to respond, and I feel like I helped you play right into his hand.”

  A few silent tears track down my cheeks as the guilt eats at me, and I hiccup when he reaches over to wipe them gently off my face.

  “I think it’s safe to say we were both wrong about some things. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, you were right, Addy.” I open my mouth to refute this statement, but he shushes me with a chaste kiss on the lips. “I’ve come a long way to manage my stutter, but I still get a little too preoccupied with it sometimes. It’s a p-part of me I haven’t fully accepted or embraced, but I plan to work on it some more. I can admit this, but what I told Brock tonight was the truth. I don’t care what he says to me, or anyone else for that matter. Their words mean nothing, but when someone uses words or actions to hurt you, that’s when I care. That’s when I’ll step in. Besides, I think he’ll leave both of us alone from now on, don’t you think?”

  I laugh at the pride evident in his voice. “Maybe some people do like to learn things the hard way. Besides, you defending my honor was a huge turn-on.”

  Theo laughs at that. “Oh, really? I’ll keep that in mind.” He’s still smiling, but his expression sobers a bit. “Do you remember what I told you during our swimming lesson?”

  My heart squeezes at the reminder, and I nod as a watery smile spreads across my face. “You said you’d always keep me safe.”

  He cups my face, and his thumbs caress my jaw as he presses his forehead against mine and stares into my eyes. “And I meant it. I’ll always keep you safe. If that means pushing myself outside of my comfort zone, I’ll do it. There’s nothing I won’t do for you. I-I-I…” he stutters and takes a deep, cleansing breath. “I’m f-falling for y-you, Addy,” he whispers.

  Joy floods my system like sunlight reaching the darkest corners of the world, warming me up from the inside out. I can’t help the blinding smile I can feel spreading across my face.

  “Well, Theo, I happen to be falling for you, too.”

  I capture his surprised intake of breath with a kiss that quickly turns from sweet to scorching. We get lost in each’s lips, familiarizing ourselves once again with the taste and feel of each other. I’m not sure how much time passes, but Theo ends the kiss before I’m ready for it to stop. I lean in to chase his mouth, and his low chuckle causes my tummy to riot with arousal.

  “I need you to clarify something for me, please.”

  His tone is teasing and playful.

  “Whatever you want, hot stuff.”

  “Did you tell Brock I have a huge dick earlier?”

  A heated blush smudges my cheeks, but I stick by what I said. “Yes, but don’t let it get to your head.”

  Theo throws his head back on a boisterous laugh. “You’re so punny.”

  “Oh, my God. You are such a nerd.” I mean it as a term of endearment, and I know Theo takes it that way when he smiles fondly at me over his thick frames.

  “Yeah, but I’m your nerd,” he says as he leans in to press a kiss against my nose.

  And I wouldn’t have it any other way, I think to myself.

  Seventeen

  Addy

  Three Months Later

  “Happy Birthday, hot stuff!” I squeal as I launch myself into Theo’s arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and knock his glasses askew with my enthusiasm.

  His deep chuckle vibrates against my chest as he walks into my new apartment, shuts the door, and makes his way over to the couch with me still attached to him like a barnacle.

  “Someone’s eager,” he teases as he sits us down with me straddling his narrow hips.

  Hell yeah, I’m eager.

  Ever since finals week a few months ago when our relationship was tested, our connection has only grown stronger. Things have been a little hectic recently what with me graduating Cornell with my bachelors degree, hunting for and securing a job, and moving into my own apartment, but we’ve done a great job of making time for one another.

  Tonight is not only one of those nights, it’s also his birthday.

  It’s also the night.

  You know, the night.

  The night I get to pop my sexy nerd’s cherry, if he’ll let me.

  “Yeah, I want to give you your birthday presents.”

  “Presents, as in plural?”

  “Mmhmm,” I hum.

  Theo showed up a few minutes early, right as I was getting dressed, and my last minute decision to forgo putting on pants to answer the door has paid off. The black, long-sleeved leotard I’m wearing looks demure up top but showcases my butt and legs to perfection. I know he appreciates the view because his hands keep doing long, grasping sweeps over the exposed skin of my lower body.

  I run my hands across the wide expanse of his shoulders, which look even wider under the dark material of his shirt, and back up to his face to remove his glasses. I lean over to place them safely out of harm’s way on the coffee table. He looks utterly delectable seated against my fuzzy throw pillows and blankets, the twinkling fairy lights lending a soft, romantic feel.

  My new place is ultra-feminine, so seeing my sweet and masculine boyfriend filling up the space has me raring to go.

  “When do I get to unwrap these presents?”

  He’s still touching my lower half but avoiding the part of me desperate for some attention. His ministrations are maddening, and it takes me a moment to respond.

  “I’ll let you choose which one you want to open first, how ’bout that?”

  “That works.”

  His eyes keep flickering between my face and sending not so discreet glances at my crotch, which is only covered by the buttoned up fabric of my velvety leotard.

  “Your first gift is something you can display.” I got him a comic book signed by the main cast of the latest Avengers movie, and I already know he’s going to flip. Thank God for friends on the west coast who were able to attend a comic book convention where they made an appearance. “Your second gift is both weightless and heavy.” My throat gets dry at the thought of this gift. Before I can mention his third gift, he chooses.

  “The second gift, please. I’m intrigued.”

  All my practiced words fly
out the window, so I decide to go for broke and word vomit my gift to him. “I love you.”

  The words come out in a rush, but he has no trouble hearing them. The smile he gives me is pure and innocent and filled with wonder, and I bask in the unmasked happiness he radiates.

  “Thank God because I love you too, Addy. So much.”

  I fear my heart is going to stop from everything I’m feeling, but it kicks back to life and into overdrive when he pulls my face down gently and kisses me with that unparalleled smile on his face.

  “When did you know?” I can’t help but ask. I am a girl, after all.

  With his arms looped around me, he leans up and presses a kiss on my lips before resting his chin in the crook of my neck. He takes a moment to think of his answer, and I wait with bated breath.

  “I don’t know the exact moment. You caught me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting you to come crashing into my life,” he says with a playful squeeze. “But I’m so glad you did. I know I told you at the party I was falling for you, but I think I officially fell when that first confrontation with Brock happened.”

  I pull back to look at him. “That night? The night we fought?”

  “Yeah. I know it’s not our best moment and we didn’t agree, but my heart fell for you when you fought for me. You stuck up for me in a way I hadn’t ever done before, and I couldn’t ignore it. But my feelings for you grow with each day, and I’m so happy you’re in my life, Addy. When did you know?”

  My eyes get misty at his words, and I squeeze him tightly to me. I never want to let this man go.

  “I think I knew for certain when we had our swimming lesson. You said you’d always keep me safe, and I knew my heart was safe with you. No one’s ever made me happier than you. I didn’t admit my feelings to myself until much later, but that night I knew I’d never be the same.”

  “That’s the best gift I could ever receive,” he whispers. “Nothing can top that.”

  “I think your next gift will be a solid runner-up. It won’t top it, but it’ll be up there.”

  “Oh, yeah. Gift one?”

  “Yes, but I didn’t get a chance to mention your third gift.”

  Now that my feelings are out in the open, my body’s desires are starting to take over so I can show Theo my love in a physical way, too.

  “A third gift? What’s my clue for this one?”

  “Well,” I begin. “It’s a little more...hands-on,” I say with a slow roll of my hips on his crotch.

  His dick, which is already halfway hard, stirs at the movement at the same time his fingers tighten against the flesh of my thighs.

  “H-hands-on, you say?”

  I smile at his stutter, which never fails to warm my heart, and nod. “Yep,” I say, popping the ‘p’ as I give him a saucy smile.

  “Let’s go with the first gift.”

  The triumphant, albeit premature, grin spreading across my face halts in its tracks once I process his words. “The f-first gift?” I ask, incredulous.

  “Just kidding! That can wait. I’d like the third gift, please.”

  I lean down and gaze into his eyes, my long locks draping over his head in a cocoon. “You sure you’re ready for it?”

  “If it’s w-what I think it is, I’m m-more than ready for i-it.”

  “And what do you think it is?”

  His cheeks start to turn crimson, but he powers through. “Is it...is it…” He clears his throat. “Is it b-birthday s-sex?”

  Another slow roll of my hips causes him to groan.

  “It sure is, but only if you want it.”

  Theo doesn’t answer me with words. Instead, he abruptly stands and places a heated kiss on my lips that leaves me breathless. I don’t have time to find my equilibrium before he’s making his way down the hall and into my bedroom.

  Before I know it, I’m on my back on my bed, staring up at the man who makes me happier than any other human. The fairy lights in here twinkle behind him, but they still have nothing on the twinkle in his eyes.

  “Of c-course I w-want it, Addy. I want you. B-but only if you’re r-ready, too.”

  Could he be any more sweet?

  “Of course I want it, Theo,” I say, repeating his words back to him. “I love you, and I want to share this with you.”

  Ever since we reconciled a few months back and said we were falling for each other, we’ve had an even harder time keeping our hands to ourselves. But now that we’ve finally admitted to falling completely for each other? The expression on his face when I declare my love will never get old.

  “I love you too, Addy,” he says. He graces me with another sweet smile, but he gets naughty on me when he rolls his hips against my core, his erection even larger than it was in the living room.

  I gasp at the feel of his desire for me, and my nipples pebble in response. I lean up to rub them against his chest, seeking relief, but he pulls back.

  What begins next is a slow, torturous, exquisite experience. I may be the one popping Theo’s cherry for actual penetration, but he’s effectively ruining me for other men.

  His confidence the past few months has grown exponentially as we’ve experimented, and he can now navigate my body better than I can. I’ve never been with a more giving lover, nor have I ever felt more cherished at my most vulnerable.

  My breath catches in my throat and gets stuck there when he gives me a deep, sensuous kiss before trailing his lips down my neck. The plush feeling of his mouth and rough scrape of his stubble travel down my body as he takes his time exploring me. He pays extra attention to all of the sensitive spots he’s discovered, and it drives me absolutely wild.

  I whimper when he showers attention on my nipples through my leotard, his tongue flicking and his mouth sucking until I’m certain the hard peaks will tear through the fabric.

  I grasp his hair when he kisses a line down my stomach, the tightening coil of my building orgasm burning hotter and brighter the farther south he moves.

  I arch off the bed, a keening sound leaving my throat when he tweaks my nipples with his fingers as he breathes against my pussy. His groan vibrates against me, and I instantly get wetter. I can feel the thin strip of fabric hug me tighter down there as I arch my back, and I swear fireworks start to dance across my eyelids when his tongue darts out and licks at the newly exposed skin.

  “Theo, please,” I shamelessly beg as I squirm underneath him.

  His tongue continues to tease me mercilessly, swiping underneath my leotard again and again and again, avoiding my clit and the area around it. Just when I think I can’t take any more teasing, his mouth moves lower, and I hear a dull clink when his teeth make contact against the three small snap buttons holding this stupid getup together.

  His teeth nibble at the buttons, one by one, as his dexterous fingers continue to knead my breasts and tweak my nipples. I almost come out of my skin at the feeling; I throw one arm over my eyes and keep one buried in his hair, about to burst from the anticipation and sensation.

  I know as soon as the snaps are undone because a draft of air cools my overheated center right before Theo dives in with eager lips and tongue. He’s voracious as he eats at me, swirling his tongue all over me before focusing on my clit with the focused intensity of someone who enjoys what they’re doing. I can barely handle the circling and flicking motions, and he drives me higher and higher as he repeatedly brings me to the edge and pulls back, only to take me closer to the edge the next time around. Just when I’m about to smack him on the head and demand an orgasm, he draws my swollen clit into his mouth and sucks hard. My mind blanks and my nerves explode as an incredibly powerful orgasm washes over me like a fucking tsunami.

  “Oh, my God. Yes, yes, yes!” I scream as I buck up into this mouth.

  I ride his face as I ride my release, and his mouth gentles as I come down from the most epic orgasm of my life.

  “Holy shit,” I pant. “You...that...there are no words.”

  He sits up and leans over me, a satisfied sm
irk tilting lips still shiny from my arousal. I lean up, and we share a deep kiss while his hands make quick work of finally removing my leotard.

  Once I’m completely naked, he sheds his clothes faster than I can blink. I stare up at him in awe, his swimmer’s body never failing to make me weak with need.

  God, those shoulders. Those abs. That damn V. Even better, that dick.

  I’ve become such a perv with him, and I have no regrets.

  I eye him and reach out to grasp him, but he moves out of my way.

  “I want to return the favor, babe,” I clarify, confused as to why he’s backed off. He’s got to be aching for some relief, especially if it’s in the form of a blow job. “Besides, it might help take the edge off before we get to...other things.”

  Theo smiles down at me, a rueful grin pulling at his lips. “I, um, I a-already c-came. When I was g-going down on you.”

  I blink up at him, processing his words. He must’ve been thrusting against my bed as he went to town.

  Why is that so hot? I wonder. Well, smarty-pants, it’s sexy that your boyfriend enjoys giving so much that it gets him off.

  Yeah, that makes sense.

  He looks embarrassed, so I tell him how hot it makes me, and a satisfied little smile shows up again.

  “I r-really w-want to be inside you, b-baby.” I watch in rapt wonder as he runs his hand up and down his hard length. “Is that o-okay?” he asks as he settles between my splayed out thighs.

  It’s my turn to answer him without words. I reach out with one arm and fling open my nightstand to pull out a condom. I fumble briefly before it’s secured tightly between my fingers, and I help him roll it on. I lean up again to give him a deep kiss as I wrap a hand behind his neck, and as I descend back down to the bed, I bring him with me.

  Our foreheads are pressed together, our breaths mingling, and the uncertainty and jitters he let loose when we first started getting physical months ago make a reappearance.

  “It’ll be okay, Theo,” I reassure him.