Nerdgasm (Naughty Nerds)

by Kimberly Reese

  As he continues to kiss my neck, I arch up and rub myself against him in long, rolling drags. The sensation causes him to moan and breathe loudly against my neck, and he pulls back to look at me. His eyes are drunk with sensation, and they glaze over with lust when I rub against him again and again and again.

  “Oh, God, Addy.” He sounds pained, and his breaths are ragged.

  I think he’s going to pull away, but he surprises me when he resituates himself by placing both his hands under my butt and holds my lower half up. He’s on his knees now, and his dick is between us, so hard and ready, and I feel my mouth water when I see the glistening drop of his desire. His eyes are fixed on my pussy, and he lets out a low groan when he thrusts his hips and starts to rub me.

  My own eyes roll to the back of my head at the feel of him gliding his length against me. He may not be inside me, but the rigid pressure and bump of his dick against my clit is amping up my desire. I force my eyes open to at look at him, and a few droplets of sweat are rolling down his chest.

  I watch him and pluck at my nipples, and when he catches sight of me touching myself, he gasps. “I’m going to come if we k-keep doing this.” He presses against me harder, his pace slowing down, and I roll my hips back in answer.

  “Okay,” I breathe out, ready for him to speed up.

  To my utter disappointment and shock, he stops his movements and scoots away so we’re no longer making contact where I need it. Before I can ask what’s happening, he speaks.

  “Tonight is all about you. You come first.” He shakes his head and seeks to gather his composure.

  I marvel at his willpower, but the idea of coming has me twitching my hips again.

  “Fine, do what you will.” I smile at him as I give in easily, and the answering grin he gives me makes my heart beat even faster.

  “I will,” he says. After taking a few deep, steadying breaths, he finally leans in and spreads my legs wider with his hands on my inner thighs.

  He stares at the most private part of me for long, drawn-out moments, and I don’t even think he realizes he’s licked his lips. Instead of being shy, I can feel my arousal increase because I’m more than ready for Theo to round third base with those lush lips of his.

  “I need you to do me a favor now, please,” he asks as he drags his eyes back up to meet mine.

  “Anything.” My voice is breathless with anticipation.

  “P-please tell me if I do something you like or don’t like. I w-want to do this r-right. D-deal?”

  My heart is pounding so loud, I have trouble hearing my own words. “You have yourself a deal.”

  With a satisfied smile, Theo tears his eyes from mine and focuses once again on my increasingly dripping center. Time seems to slow as he leans down and finally presses a gentle kiss to my slit. His eyes flicker up to mine, and he must be satisfied with what he sees in my expression, because he does it again, this time with a little tongue.

  I can’t help the moan that rips out of me as Theo starts to explore me with his lips and tongue. His touch starts out slow and unsure, but he gains confidence the more I moan and gasp. Still, just like how he kisses me on my mouth, he takes his time down south. He kisses and licks me up and down my slit, and he licks his own lips every time the evidence of my arousal paints his mouth, as if he’s savoring my flavor. His fingers are gripping my thighs, but one hand moves to where his attention is centered. I feel him gently pry my lips apart, exposing my clit, but he surprises me when he lightly nips at my lips.

  “Please, Theo, I need you to lick my clit. Please.” My plea is raspy and sounds desperate, but I’m past the point of caring.

  His eyes flicker up to mine, and he considers my request briefly before giving me a very thorough lick from the bottom of my slit to the very top, just barely brushing my clit. I groan in frustrated pleasure because holy hell, does that feel good. He does it again, and with each pass of his tongue, he bumps against my clit with the barest amount of pleasure. Just when I’m about to beg him again, his tongue presses against my clit firmly and swirls around. A garbled cry leaves me as my hips jackknife off the bed, my body trying to get closer to the incredible sensation of his tongue. He does it again and again, and a light sheen of sweat begins to cover my body as I get closer to reaching orgasm.

  I almost cry when Theo pulls away, but he rubs circles around my clit with his finger before gently inserting his thick digit inside me. “Your t-tight pussy tastes so f-fucking good, Addy. I could go down on you all day.”

  Hearing Theo talk dirty to me and curse almost pushes me over the edge into an orgasm. Almost. My eyes roll into the back of my head when Theo starts to pump his finger in and out of me slowly, and I moan loudly when his lips and tongue start to devour me with increased fervor.

  “Oh, my God, please do that again,” I cry out when he presses against a sensitive spot inside me.

  True to his word, Theo does it again and again, proving just how intent he is on making sure I feel good. I buck my hips when his fingers starts to move faster, and I choke on a gasp when he starts to lick tight, firm circles around my clit with his tongue.

  “I’m almost there, Theo. I’m going to come soon if you keep doing that.”

  At my words, he inserts another finger and presses more firmly on the magic spot inside me. In response, I reach down to grasp his head to hold him closer to me. Just when the pressure is almost too much, I shatter into the most powerful orgasm of my life when he starts to suck on my clit. Between the incredible suction of his mouth, the rapid movements of his tongue, and his thick fingers moving inside me, my orgasm rides out in endless waves. He continues to pump into me with his fingers and lick my clit as I come, and it kicks me into another orgasm. The second one is less intense, but no less enjoyable. My thighs shake around his head, and Theo licks up the evidence of my orgasm as I twitch underneath him.

  “Too much,” I say in a weak voice. He presses one more gentle kiss on my clit before pulling away from my still trembling center, and his eyes seek mine.

  “How was that?” He looks nervous, but he also looks triumphant.

  “What do you think?” My body is completely limp and sated from the attention he just gave me.

  A shy, satisfied smile graces his lips as he gives me the same response I gave when I first went down on him. “Judging from what just happened and your expression, I’d say I did a damn good job.”

  “Damn right, you did,” I agree. “How’d you learn how to do that?”

  Theo gives me a sheepish look when he says, “I’ve done my research.”

  “Your research blew my mind. I’ve never...wow. It was wow, Theo.” I arch my back with a satisfied giggle. “Now that I know my boyfriend can eat me out like a champ, I’m never letting you go.”

  Theo’s smile widens, and it’s then I realize what just slipped out of my mouth.

  “B-boyfriend?”

  “I mean...I know we haven’t labeled anything…” I can feel myself start to blush, and my vulnerability is all the more heightened because he’s still lying between my spread thighs.

  “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend, Addy?” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, and I immediately relax.

  “I guess I am, Theo. What of it?” I smile down my body at him, and his eyes twinkle back at me.

  “I’d say it’s about time.” He smiles as he crawls up the bed to stretch out beside me. He runs a finger across my cheek tenderly and leans in for a soft, sweet kiss. “And,” he says as he pulls back with a teasing glint in his eyes, “I hope you keep me around for a long time because I’m always going to want to make you feel good.”

  “Always, you say?”

  He kisses the tip of my nose before pulling away with a mischievous grin. Before I can protest—not that I would, ’cause come on—he’s back between my legs and showing me that each time is going to be better than the last.

  Thirteen

  Theo

  I need to buy Cohen a gift basket or a drink or so
mething because his advice was pure gold. I tried my best to remember what he said and follow his direction when I went down on Addy for the first time, and judging from the way she’s been initiating sexy time the past couple weeks, I’m honestly surprised he doesn’t have an even larger herd of women following him around. I turned Iron Man red when he asked me how everything worked out the first time we saw each other post-Mission Orange, and the smug grin and wink he gave me in response just showed how confident he is in his own abilities.

  If I’ve learned anything since then the past few weeks, it’s to be confident in myself. Addy and I still haven’t had sex yet, and I’m glad that we’ve been taking our time. Outside of the time we’ve spent on bases one through three, the connection we have has been building naturally. I truly love spending time with her, and I’m so grateful she doesn’t try to force me to be anyone I’m not.

  I think back to the last time I had a girlfriend, which was in high school, and the differences between my ex and Addy are like comparing night and day. If my experiences over the years with bullies have taught me anything, it’s to embrace who I am. The negative attention I’ve received because of my stutter has made me shy, but I’ve learned that being like everyone else isn’t necessarily a good thing. Unlike my ex, Addy accepts my Marvel-loving, sometimes stuttering, nerdy self just as I am. I’m a lucky guy, and instead of being afraid of my growing feelings for her, I’m diving in with both feet.

  “You ready, hot stuff?” Addy bounds over and leaps into my arms, effectively breaking me out of my musings.

  “Ready when you are.” I spin her around before setting her down with a kiss to the top of her head. “Let’s go.”

  We’re heading to an indoor skating rink for one of our dates, and while I only really excel in a swimming pool, I thought it’d be fun to try this out together. It’s a quick drive to the rink, and before I know it, we’re both lacing up our skates and heading onto the ice.

  “Now I know why you picked this as a date.” Addy squints at me as she looks at me, and I can’t help but laugh at her funny facial expression. “I’m onto you, Theo.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yep, you chose ice skating because it’s cold and we both suck at it, which means we need to bundle close together and basically be attached at the hip.” As she says this, she wobbles and almost falls, her arms flailing around like a windmill.

  She manages to grab my arm to keep steady, and once she finds her equilibrium, she continues. “Basically, you want to be close to me.”

  “If that were true, why bring you out in public? We could’ve just stayed in if you wanted to be close.” I raise an eyebrow and waggle it suggestively, which causes her to burst out laughing.

  “Oh, my God, I’ve turned you into such a perv.” She slaps me on the chest playfully, and I chuckle at her words.

  “You only have yourself to blame.”

  “Hey, I’m not complaining.”

  We smile at one another and continue to make our rounds around the rink, getting more competent on our skates each rotation we make. Time passes quickly as we challenge each other to skate backward or across the rink without hugging the wall, but we always end up back together, our arms linked. Warmth fills my chest to have her by my side.

  “You’re right, you know,” I say, filling the peaceful silence we were enjoying.

  Addy glances up at me, and her nose and cheeks are flushed pink from the cold and exertion. “I’m always right,” she jokes. “But really, what was I right about?”

  “I do want to be close to you,” I admit. “I a-always want to be c-close to you.” I keep my voice low, but I know she heard the words clearly.

  At the sound of my stutter, she grips my arm tighter and pulls me toward her so we both stop. We’ve spent enough time together that she knows my stutter only makes itself known during moments of intense, rioting emotion.

  “I always want to be close to you too, Theo.” Addy doesn’t look nervous at all at her proclamation, and knowing she enjoys being around me as much as I enjoy being around her makes my stomach flutter. “News flash,” she adds on. “I really like you.”

  “I r-really l-like you too, Addy. A l-lot.”

  Her answering smile is bright enough to melt the ice around us, and she opens up her mouth to respond. Right before she speaks, another voice cuts in.

  “Theodork, is that you?”

  A chill runs down my spine at the combination of that old moniker and the voice behind it. Addy and I both look toward the person who interrupted us, and I feel like I’ve been placed in a time machine. Instead of being a college student who’s overcome his stutter in most settings, I’m back in middle and high school. In front of me is Brock Jeffries, a bully from my past and probably the most persistent in keeping the Theodork campaign alive.

  I do what I always did in school and ignore him. I try to move to skate away, but Addy stays standing in the same spot.

  “His name is Theo, asshole.”

  Oh, God. This isn’t happening right now.

  I look to Brock, and he appears to be momentarily stunned by Addy’s outburst. I can imagine why. All the years he bullied me, I ignored him. Others, like Demi, followed my lead and didn’t say anything when it happened, and bullies eventually left me alone because they got bored. Brock, however, doesn’t seem to have changed. I feel bad for him, but I also feel anxiety at the triumphant gleam in his eyes. He’s like a shark who’s caught the scent of blood, and he’s ready to feed after being hungry for a long, long time.

  “It is you, Theodork. I almost didn’t recognize you, but I’d know that st-stutter anywhere.” He starts to laugh, and it’s then I notice his friends hanging back. To their credit, they look incredibly uncomfortable, but they also don’t do anything to reign their friend in. “What, you still can’t talk? You gonna hide behind your little girlfriend now? M-man up, Theodork!”

  “C-come on, Addy. L-let’s get out of here.” I reach for her hand since I don’t want to dignify his words with a response.

  Instead of taking my hand, she looks at me with shock and indignation. Before the words even leave her lips, I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, the fluttering I felt earlier effectively dead.

  “You’re just going to let this douche talk to you like that, Theo?” Her voice rises in anger, and she turns to Brock, a look of disgust marring her pretty features. “How old are you? Twelve? Grow up.”

  Her words don’t anger Brock, who just laughs. “I am all grown, babe. You’re the one who’s dating a k-k-kid.”

  Addy starts to move toward him as she says, “You know what, you can go f—”

  I halt her words and forward movement with my hand on her arm. “Addy, p-please, let’s just go.”

  My quiet plea must finally break through her cloud of rage because she huffs out a breath, flips Brock off, and moves with me toward the exit. We don’t speak to each other as we turn in our skates and head to the car, and we don’t hold hands either. The short drive to her place feels interminably long and fraught with tension. It’s not until I’ve walked Addy to her front door that the silence is finally broken.

  “What was that back there, Theo? Why’d you let that jackass walk all over you?” Her tone screams for justice, but her eyes are pleading for an explanation to help her understand.

  A gusty sigh leaves me as I rub the bridge of my nose. “I’ve known Brock for years, Addy. He feeds off attention. If you don’t give in and respond, he moves on. His antics don’t deserve a response. He’s your classic bully. I know how to deal with him; I did it enough growing up.”

  “Please,” she scoffs. “If that approach worked, he wouldn’t still be bullying you, now would he? How many years have passed since high school, Theo? Since middle school? You need to stick up for yourself. You deserve to stick up for yourself!” Her cheeks are turning red with her outrage at Brock, and her voice continues to rise.

  “What I deserve is the right to choose how I respond to people wh
o treat me like there’s something wrong with me.”

  “Are we seriously fighting about this right now?” Before I can agree that we shouldn’t be arguing about this or suggest that we move on, she continues her tirade. “There’s nothing wrong with your stutter; you know I love it, but you really need to change how you deal with it.”

  My blood runs cold at her words, and I feel some of my banked anger from earlier start to rise to the surface. “And how should I be dealing with it?”

  “By not being a doormat! What’s wrong with defending yourself and letting people know you’re okay with your stutter?”

  “I am okay with my stutter.”

  “No, you’re not. You’re so self-conscious about it, you can’t even lecture our class because you’re so afraid of it coming out. You need to be more confident. Just own your stutter, Theo! Own it,” she ends on whisper.

  It’s as if all other sound dies after her words are out in the open, and I hold my tongue before replying since it feels like I’m about to Hulk out.

  I take a deep breath, searching for a way to explain in a way that’ll get through to her. “I do own it. It may not be to your standards or your definition of owning it, but I do. I’m okay with that. Do I still get shy about it? Self-conscious? Yeah, but I accept that about myself. I. Own. It.” I punctuate each word with a fist against my chest. “And I own how I feel about it and how I let others make me feel about it.”

  By the time I’m done speaking, Addy’s eyes are wide with surprise. “I get it, I do. You’ve come so far, but you can’t be a doormat when someone blatantly bullies you. They’re just going to do it again. Tonight is a prime example. You can’t keep running. That’s what you’re doing, and you need to stop doing it.”

  “I don’t need to do anything. Stop trying to ch-change me.” My words sound broken, and I can’t help but think I spoke too soon earlier when I thought she accepted me as I am.

  She gives me an exasperated sigh. “I’m not trying to change you. I’m trying to help you.”