Too Much : Hayes Brothers Book 1

THEO’S NOT IN BED when I wake up around noon.

Despite sleeping ten hours straight, I don’t have a headache, even though I usually get one if I stay in bed too long. I guess my body must’ve needed the rest this time.

I grab the overnight bag, shower quickly, and get dressed. I did pack underwear for today, but I leave the lacy thongs where they are in the bag.

I’m done waiting for Theo to make a move.

I need him.

I want him.

And I’m ready to find out if we’re on the same page because the tension is too much. He has no idea I felt his lips on my nape last night when he thought I fell asleep. He doesn’t know I felt his thumb caress my cheek or how he kept pulling me closer, kissing my shoulder every time.

He doesn’t know I’m secretly falling in love with him.

And I don’t think he realizes how much he cares about me.

My hair is wet when I emerge from the guest bedroom’s en suite, sticking to my neck. The tops of my boobs peek above the neckline of my short, blue summer dress.

Theo leans against the door, a phone in hand. He tucks it away, widening pupils wandering down my body. “Morning, sleepy head. I was starting to worry you fell into a coma.”

My heart leaps out of my chest, but I cross the room to stop right before him. Slowly, I move my hands to the belt loops of his jeans, pushing my fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, up the sides of his hot body. The air around us thickens, hanging heavy, too hot to inhale. His eyes don’t veer from mine as my heart pounds in my chest, matching his hastened pulse I feel under my fingertips.

“I don’t want to be your friend anymore,” I say quietly.

He grips my waist, yanking me closer with a shotgun-wedding urgency. “Kiss me,” he rasps in a low voice that sends tingles along my spine.

I know what he’s doing.

He’s coaxing a nonverbal consent, a confirmation that we want the same thing, that he’s not misinterpreting my words or body language.

I inch closer, removing my hands from under his t-shirt, our mouths millimeters apart. “If you want a kiss, you’ll have to take it.” I touch his shoulders, moving my lips to his ear. “I’m still not wearing panties.”

Theo spins us around and shoves me against the door. “That better not be true.” He digs his fingers into my waist, then glides his hand to my hips and inhales a shaky breath, touching the spot where the elastic of my panties should be, but isn’t. “You’ve got no idea what you started.”

“I flipped the safety on a loaded gun.” I bite my lip, inching back. “Pull the trigger, Theo.”

“Hold on…” He grips my jaw, bringing his lips to hover over mine, “…hold on very fucking tight, omorfiá.”

His fingers weave through my hair, and his mouth covers mine, tongue slipping in fast. As soon as he touches me, my mind races into a trance-like state of bliss. I knew this would be amazing, but imagination can’t rival reality. My traitorous body trembles in his arms, and Theo deepens the kiss, nibbling on my lips, tasting me over and over again.

I cinch his shoulders when he sweeps his fingers from my temple, down my neck, past the swell of my breast and lower, tracing the curve of my hip. “If I knew this is what I was missing out on, I would’ve dared you to kiss me sooner.”

He smirks, cupping my face and kisses me again, his tongue exploring my mouth in a sensual, rushed rhythm. The softness and fulness of his lips contradicts the demanding tempo of our mouths battling for dominance, battling to prove who wants the other more. My stomach cramps and tingles as he presses his whole body into mine.

“I can’t believe I fought this so long.” He cuffs my wrists and moves my hands to rest on his head, silently asking me to force him to his knees. “I’ve imagined this too fucking long.”

I take a wider stance, the anticipation like milky fog in my head as I put a bit of pressure on Theo’s head. He kneels and yanks the dress to my waist, hooking my knee over his shoulder.

His forehead rests against my abdomen, hot breath tickling me as he nips the skin directly atop my pubic bone. He inhales deeply, breathing me in and driving me wild when his fingers disappear in the flesh of my hips. God, this is the most sensually erotic thing anyone has ever done to me. He savors every second as if he’s been living in an apocalyptic world all alone and I’m the first dose of humanity he’s encountered in years.

And then, without warning, his lips latch onto my clit, tearing a breathless moan out of my mouth. My eyes roll back into my head when he flicks his tongue over the sensitive, neglected bud before he licks me from bottom to top, groaning quietly as if he finally got what he wanted.

“So wet for me,” he whispers, pushing his middle finger inside, and I almost faint when he bends it in a come here motion.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, tugging on his hair. “Don’t you dare… oh, God…”

“Shhhhh, little one, you have to be quiet.”

His ring finger joins the action, stroking me gently in a torturous, slow rhythm that’s the exact opposite of the frantic sucking and licking he inflicts with his hot mouth—a sensory overload. A mixture of slow and fast, gentle and rough.

My mind can’t keep up, but my body takes what he offers and demands more. The orgasm builds fast, pleasure so intense there’s no doubt in my mind the release will be spectacularly violent. I bring one hand to my lips, biting my hand to keep the moans at bay, but it’s pointless.

I’ve never been the one to hold off. Keeping quiet goes against my instincts. After twenty months of pleasuring myself with a silicone cock, a real man’s touch, his touch has me poised on the verge inside of two minutes.

“Shhhhh,” he coos again, sucking on the overstimulated bundle of nerves, and my breathing hitches.

A wave of chaotic pleasure erupts between my legs, spreading to my spine and chest and lights up my mind. It swells, grows and when I think this is it, the orgasm slams into me, racing across my nerve endings like a hot, silk whip. White light flashes on the back of my eyelids as Theo grips my hips harder to keep me upright.

“That’s it…” His warm breath fans my skin, his fingers prolonging my orgasm. “There you go, omorfiá. You needed that, didn’t you? You needed me.”

I bite the back of my hand, my body limp, legs no longer fit to hold my weight as the orgasm dies down, leaving me limp and satisfied beyond comprehension. Muffled moans ricochet off the walls when Theo unhooks my leg, standing tall.

“Naí. Naí. Kai páli, parakaló^[6],” I pant, only half aware I switched to Greek.

He clasps his fingers around my throat, the other hand in my hair when he kisses me, and I get a second-hand taste of myself on his tongue. “Again, huh? Next time you come, it’ll be on my cock, but it sure won’t be in my brother’s guest bedroom.”

I’m still floating ten feet above the ground when I fist his shirt with both hands and push him toward the bed, not breaking the kiss until I have him on his back, covered with my body the way I’ve imagined and dreamed of for weeks.

I flip the button on his jeans and yank them down together with his boxers, wasting no time. His perfect, long cock stands to attention, begging for my touch. Since I laid my eyes on him, I knew he was packing good, and I wasn’t wrong. I shiver at the thought of having all those inches thrust inside me. I lick my lips, holding Theo’s gaze when I wrap my fingers around him, stroking in short moves.

“You think it was nice to hide this from me all this time?” I lean over him, speaking against his lips, my hair framing our faces. “Sharing is caring.”

He groans through a smile. “Thalia, we—” Words catch in his throat when I squeeze harder, slide down, dip my head, and take him into my mouth. “Fuck…” he rumbles, gathering my hair in both hands so he can watch as I slide my lips down his thick length. “Sweet fucking Jesus… don’t stop, little one.”

The control I have over him at this moment is exhilarating. He’s at my mercy, losing his mind as I sync the rhythm of my hand with my lips, pumping harder with a measured delight of a nymphomaniac.

The head of his swollen cock hits the back of my throat, forcing another low, satisfied growl out of him that spurs me on. I move my free hand up his stomach and brace against his neck, putting just enough pressure on his throat to intensify the oncoming orgasm.

And when he comes, it’s all over my neck.

I lift my gaze, mesmerized by the vein throbbing along the column of his neck, hooded eyes, and parted lips. He’s perfectly still for a few intense seconds, lips parted as warm trickles of his cum splash against my skin. I drop my hand from his neck, satisfied by the ecstasy flickering in his aroused irises.

I lean back a little, resting on my calves, and Theo sits, stroking his thumb along my bottom lip, eyes on the trickle of his seed adorning my neck.

“Pearls suit you,” he says, breathing on the quick side. “I’ll put a string on your neck every now and then.”

I cup his face and steal another kiss, hooked on the fluttering of my heart when his tongue teases mine slowly.

He breaks away first, stamping a sweet peck on my nose. “That’s our friendship officially ruined.”

“We were never meant to be friends. You wanted to fuck me on day one, but you changed your mind halfway through the evening, remember?”

“Because you’re too good to fuck and forget.”

“This,” I point between us, “is in no way over, or anywhere near over, and it won’t be over anytime soon, Theo. Understood? I licked you. You’re mine.”

“I licked you too,” he smirks.

“Then I’m yours.”

He grips my jaw again and captures my lips, the kiss different from the others… slow, sensual, and full of passion. Designed to prove he thinks the same—we’re not over.

We’ve barely begun.

“We need to get you cleaned up.” He pats my thigh, urging me to get moving. “Everyone’s waiting for us with lunch.”

“Lunch? Baby, if you’re hungry… eat me.”

“I will.” He curls his fingers under my chin. “As soon as we’re home, you’re all I’ll eat until we fall asleep.”

I hop off the bed, pull my dress down, and head to the bathroom, my mind at ease. “Promises, promises.”

Theo chuckles behind me. “You’re asking for trouble.”

I take the pearl necklace off with a wet washcloth, smiling when Theo stops behind me, flips my hair over one shoulder, and presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to my neck and shoulder.

“You’ll be my biggest weakness, omorfiá.”

I drop the washcloth in the sink and knot my hands around his neck. “Good, you’ve been mine for a while now.”