by RC Boldt
His eyes lock with mine, possessing the strength of a tractor beam, rendering me powerless to look away. “They’re thinkin’ they might have a chance with someone as gorgeous and smart as you.”
My lungs grow tighter at the possessiveness in his tone. “And that’s a bad thing?”
His brows descend fiercely. “Yeah. It’s real fuckin’ bad, Professor.” He lowers his head slowly, and I realize he’s allowing me time to move away, but I don’t. I can’t. Bringing his lips closer, he dusts them against mine with every word. “’Cause it seems I’m wantin’ you all to myself.”
Awareness hums between us, and it feels as though we’re the only two people in this club. His lips feather across mine in a display of gentleness that has my knees wobbling.
When the DJ’s next song choice is one with a much faster tempo, it jars me from the hypnotic-like trance he has me under.
I draw away from Nico and start inching toward the edge of the dance floor, moving out of the way of others, when Carlina pops up in front of us. “Hey!”
Nico casually guides me to stand beside him, draping a hand at my waist. My friend’s curious eyes gleam at the possessive gesture. “I’m Carlina.”
“I’m Nico.”
A wave of awkward uncertainty riddles me. He showed up out of the blue, so what happens now?
It’s as though Nico’s perceptive of my inner turmoil because his expression turns contrite. “Sorry to intrude on girls’ night. I just”—he looks over at me, heat glimmering in his gaze—“had to get a dance in with the beautiful birthday girl.” Addressing Carlina, he adds, “I’ll leave you ladies to it.” He drops his hand from my waist and backs away.
“Wait!” Carlina’s outburst startles me. I gape at her, but she ignores me. “I was actually going to see if Livvie was cool with me heading out with Drew tonight. So, if you two want to do your own thing…”
I narrow my gaze on her suspiciously, but she won’t meet my eyes.
She nudges Nico’s arm playfully. “Just take care of our girl and make sure she has a birthday to remember, all right?”
And then she does it. She winks at him as if he needs to be clued in on her glaringly clear insinuation.
Nico’s expression remains impassive, but his voice is awash with amusement. “I’ll do my best.”
Carlina tugs me in for a quick hug and hisses in my ear, “You’re going to go home with this man and ride him like there’s no tomorrow. Got it, chica?” Not waiting for my response, she gives a little wave goodbye and hurries off with Drew.
I’m left staring after her in a slight daze. Then calloused fingertips lacing through mine draw my attention back to Nico. His expression borders on tender, as though he’s embarking on foreign territory. “You wanna dance some more or head out?”
He can’t possibly understand the significance of me spending a birthday with a man—with him. Perhaps it’s because I’m turning another year older, and I’m still so alone in this world, but something has me considering throwing caution to the wind and giving in to the magnetic pull between us.
His hand gives mine a light squeeze, drawing my focus back to him. Meeting his eyes, I say, “I’m done dancing for tonight.” He searches my features as if he’s inspecting it for truthfulness.
I’m partially afraid he’ll be able to decipher what it is I want to do with him tonight. But I’m not sure he’d allow it.
A firm palm cups my nape, drawing me closer, our bodies flush against one another. He drags his lips over mine softly. “Whatever’s goin’ on in that brain of yours, Professor…” The evidence of his arousal pressed against the base of my stomach sends a bolt of pleasure rippling through me. “Has me intrigued as fuck.”
It’s at this moment that I officially do it. I throw caution to the wind, in lieu of selfishness. In lieu of pleasure.
I nip at his full bottom lip before soothing it with my tongue. “Then let’s go.”
36
Nico
I hustle Olivia out of the club and into the car as fast as I can. I’ve never been so goddamn eager to be alone with a woman in my life.
Something shifted tonight because she seems less restrained, as if her defenses have given way a fraction.
Marcus and Tino trail us home. Seated beside me, Olivia remains quiet on the ride back while Rafe mans the wheel. I haven’t relinquished my hold of her hand the entire time. Hell, I’m not sure I could if my life depended on it. Touching Olivia makes me feel grounded instead of on the brink of self-destruction with no backup plan in place.
Time blurs until Rafe pulls to a stop at the entrance of the house. I step out and circle the car to help Olivia out. We walk through the foyer and down the hall, stopping at her bedroom door.
My body pulses with both a need for her and a fear that I’ve interpreted this all wrong.
Her top teeth sink into her bottom lip as she glances around, ensuring we’re out of earshot from the others. “I...should probably warn you up front that I can’t sleep with you.”
Her phrasing strikes me as odd. “Can’t? Or don’t want to?”
She winces, and I wonder if she’s afraid of my response. “Both, I suppose.”
I study her for a beat. “Guess you want me to say good night?”
In the first honest display of embarrassment I’ve ever witnessed from her, she ducks her chin. “No.” Then, as if shoring up her courage, she lifts her eyes to mine again. “I wanted to see if you’d be okay doing…other things.”
A smirk tugs at my lips. “If it’s with you, Professor, I’m down for anythin’.”
Her cheeks go pink, and damn if it’s not cute as hell.
“Think we can head to my room?” I lean in closer to whisper, “’Cause everythin’s bigger in there.”
A little laugh spills out of her, and the light in her eyes, the smile on her face do me in. It serves as a sucker punch to my gut, and even though I refused to admit it when I bought her birthday gift, there’s no fucking way I can deny the truth any longer.
I’m falling for Olivia Wright. A woman I have no business wanting or fucking fantasizing over having a future with when there’s no goddamn guarantee I can untangle myself from this kind of life.
With a gleam of humor in her eyes, her smile softens, expression shifting. It feels like she’s looking at me differently, and whatever the hell she sees, she likes. “So…Nico Alcanzar hides a sense of humor. Imagine that.”
My chest feels tight, like I’ve taken two bullets at close range, and I’m suddenly swamped with uncertainty. I raise my hands, sliding her hair back to cradle her face. It’s like silk against my fingers, and her eyes widen, her breath hitching in the silence. Skimming her cheekbones with my thumbs, I relish in her smooth skin. This beautiful woman is so complex with secrets I crave to unveil.
“You slay me, woman.” My words come out husky, near breathless, but I don’t fucking care. It’s worth it when her features soften.
She lets out a tiny sigh of, “Nico,” before pressing her lips to mine. It takes every ounce of control not to shove her against this wall and kiss her until she’s soaked through her panties.
When she whispers against my lips, “Take me to your room,” I don’t think about my actions. Looping my arm around her waist, I lift her over my shoulder, my feet eating up the floor to my room at Mach speed.
Once we’re inside, I slam the door shut and lock it, sliding her down my body to set her on her feet. Backing away from her, I practically paw at the light switches, so fucking impatient.
Eager for whatever is about to happen.
Her hair is slightly tousled, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and her eyes a bit wild. I draw on my reserves of patience and restraint, and lean against the wall, unfastening the top buttons of my shirt. “You tell me what the birthday girl wants.”
She lowers herself to the edge of the bed to remove her shoes. Wiggling her toes free with a sigh, she tosses down her purse. Eyes darting to the switches beside me, she asks softly,
“Can we only have one set of lights on?”
I reach over without looking and flip all the switches but one for the dimmer recessed lights. “Better?”
“Yes.” She studies me. “Can I tell you something without you getting upset?”
I nod.
“I, uh, have this…aversion, if you will. Where I can’t let a guy bring me to orgasm. I have to be in charge—the only one to make me come.” After stumbling over her words, she speeds up. “I know it’s odd, and maybe you think it’s crazy, but I’m selective with who I let touch me sexually.”
She sounds so damn prim and proper, and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on. But I don’t tell her because it’s clear she needs to say her piece.
“But I wondered if maybe…you’d be okay with watching me touch myself, and you could do the same.”
Holy fuck. I scrub a hand over my face. My gorgeous professor wants me to watch her finger-fuck herself. Wants to watch me jerk off. Before I can respond, she drops the atom bomb on me.
“And, if you wanted, I can tell you when I’m coming, and you can…put your mouth on me.”
I rake my hands over my head and let out a hoarse groan. “Jesus, fuck. You don’t pull any punches, do you?”
Her eyes go wide. “Oh. Well. If that’s not—”
My hands drop to my sides, and I interrupt her. “Fuck, yes. To all of it. Whatever you want, you tell me, and I’ll do it.”
I sound like a goddamn overeager chump, but I don’t give a shit. This woman’s offering me a golden fucking ticket, and I’d be the king of morons not to take it.
She doesn’t get that I’ll do whatever she wants—whatever makes her happy.
Her tongue slides out to wet her lips, and my knees go weak at the sight. I grab one of the chairs near the window and drag it a few feet away from where she sits on the bed. Dropping onto it, I untuck my shirt with hasty movements and race to unbutton it.
“Go ahead.” I lift my chin to encourage her. “Tell me what you need from me.”
She scoots back on the bed until she’s propped against the bed pillows. Concern edges into her features. “You sure you won’t be upset that we won’t…”
“No.” I shove the sides of my shirt apart, and when her lips part at the sight of my bare chest, a thrill of satisfaction rushes through me.
She lifts her eyes from my abs to meet my gaze. “Take off the shirt.”
Her command has my cock jerking, aching like hell to break free from my pants. I shrug out of my shirt, never drawing my eyes off her.
She slowly peels her dress away to reveal the tops of her bare breasts, the fabric barely covering her nipples. My breath rushes out of me. “Fuckin’ gorgeous.”
Her fingertips trail over the slope of one breast. “You want me to show you more?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Gaze flicking down to where my dick is now pressing firmly against my pants, she murmurs, “I want more, too.”
Christ. I nearly break a finger trying to unfasten my belt and pants in such a damn hurry. When I unzip, I wait, lifting my chin in her direction. “You gonna let me see those nipples, baby? I’ve been dreamin’ ’bout gettin’ my mouth on ’em again.”
Eyes turning hazy with lust, she lowers the dress farther to reveal the rosiest fucking nipples I’ve ever laid eyes on. My mouth waters and my lips twitch with the urge to launch myself over to her and latch on to them. To suck so hard and so good that her nails dig into my scalp to hold me in place.
Watching her nipples harden serves as additional torture. “I want ’em in my mouth so bad.”
She grazes the pads of her fingers over the tips, and her breath hitches, all while our eyes stay locked. “Your turn.”
I can’t help but smirk. “Now, Professor. You ain’t playin’ fair.”
When she matches my smirk with her own, I can tell she’s enjoying this. “It was worth a try.”
Goddamn, her throaty voice has me leaking in my damn pants. Reaching for the hem of her dress, she hikes it up to reveal the tiniest pair of black lace panties.
I grip the arms of the chair in a white-knuckled hold. “Damn, you’re tryin’ to kill me.”
“You want to see more?” Those fingers toy with the flimsy band of fabric at her hips.
“Fuck, yes.”
The instant she shoves her panties down and kicks them off… Holy fuck.
“Spread those legs for me, baby. I’m dyin’ to see that pretty pussy.”
When she eases her legs apart, showing me those pink lips, shiny with wetness, I thud my head against the back of the chair, muttering an expletive under my breath.
“It’s your turn now.”
I tear off my pants and boxer briefs, kicking off the socks and shoes they get tangled in. Her little laugh has me smirking because, yeah, I’m not the least bit smooth right now. Not when it comes to Olivia Wright.
This woman’s got me coming undone.
At the mere sight of her lying there with the prettiest fucking tits and pussy I’ve ever seen, I fist my cock, gripping it tight to restrain from going off. When she skims a finger through her folds, then slides her middle finger over her swollen clit and starts to circle it, I clench my jaw so tight my molars begin to ache.
“I’m going to come quick, Nico.” Fuck if my dick doesn’t leak at the tip when she says my name in that breathy voice.
“Yeah? You gonna tell me when you’ll let me slide my tongue inside?” I glide a hand down my cock while I watch my woman finger her clit. “You gonna let me taste you? Gonna ride my tongue?”
Her breath hitches, finger circling faster. “Yes. God, yes.” Her eyes are locked on my fist, watching each of my strokes.
“You like watchin’ me work my dick, Professor?” She manages a nod, her eyes glazed with lust. “I’m thinkin’ of that sweet pussy ridin’ me. Takin’ me as deep as you can.” My cock grows harder in my grip. “If you sat on it, right now, you’d get it all sloppy wet, wouldn’t you?”
She whimpers, and I keep going, my fist pumping from root to tip.
“Bet you’d choke my dick with that tight pussy, and I’d have to fight to get in deep, huh?”
“Nico,” she says on a keening cry. “I’m so close.”
I shove to my feet, my legs unsteady as I crawl onto the bed between her thighs, but I don’t touch her. Not yet. “This how you want me?”
“Yes,” she heaves out, her finger going wild on that clit. “I’m coming now. Please—”
I fit my mouth over her and shove my tongue inside as deep as I can. Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, I lift her while she bucks and rides out her orgasm on my tongue. Goddamn, she’s got the sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever tasted.
Her inner muscles contract while her legs spasm, and I let her coat my tongue, lapping it up greedily. Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed, and her black hair fans the pillows. Those gorgeous lips part to let out a gasp, and I’m not sure I’ve seen a more beautiful sight.
Once her thighs go lax and fall wide, I wait for her eyes to open. When they do, I ease my tongue from her. Releasing my hold on her ass, I back away.
“Wait.” Her fingers secure around my wrist. “You—”
I give a curt shake of my head. “This was ’bout you. Not me.”
I don’t operate on tit for tat. Just the thought of her feeling obligated to take care of me makes me sick to my stomach. I shift, intent on getting her a T-shirt to wear for the night. Hell if I can let her sleep in her own room tonight. I just want to hold her.
And I’ve officially lost my goddamn balls. That’s right. Olivia Wright’s got ’em on a chain around her neck.
Before I can slide off the bed, she moves with surprising speed, using her weight to pin me back against the mattress. Dress hanging loose below her fine-as-fuck tits while the rest covers the sweet pussy I just tasted, her bare thighs flank mine. Her hair falls around her face as she stares down at me and whispers, “Hey.”
“Hey,” I whisper back.
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nbsp; Her eyes search my face. “Will you let me watch you, and then…” She breaks off, like she’s unsure if I’ll agree to it.
Like I could say no to this woman.
“Kiss me and I might.”
The edges of her eyes crinkle like I’ve amused her. Slowly, she lowers her mouth, and I find myself holding my breath until our lips meet. Once they do, I thrust my hands into her hair, tightening my hold on the silky strands when her tongue dives inside. Jesus fuck, I can’t get enough of this woman.
When she breaks the kiss and backs away, I groan in protest. She leans back against the pillows and eyes me expectantly. “Tell me when you’re about to come.”
My movements are choppy when I haul myself against the row of pillows beside her. Only a few feet separate us on this California king, but it feels like miles.
I grip my aching cock, never tearing my eyes off her. When I run my thumb over the head and smooth the moisture there, her lips part on a shaky breath.
“You like that, Professor?”
“Yes,” she breathes. Her eyes flick to mine before returning to watch me stroke my cock.
I fist the base, then stroke upward. When her tongue darts out to wet her lips, a groan is ripped from my throat, and my hips jerk.
“Damn, Professor. You tryin’ to kill me? Got me thinkin’ ’bout that tongue of yours lickin’ me.” I glide my palm up and down my dick slowly, smoothing my thumb over the thick vein running the length of it. “Havin’ you lick this.”
Her eyes grow heavy, and she moves a hand to skim her fingers over a nipple.
The tingling in my balls tells me as much as I’d like to hold out and have this last longer, it’s not in the plans. My back arches as my cock thickens in my grip, the mounting pressure in my balls tearing a moan from deep in my throat. Her name comes out in a rasp. “Olivia…fuck.”
She sits up before edging closer—so close that her hot breath kisses my upper thigh. “You ready for me?”
Hand stroking faster, my hips rock because I’m needy as fuck right now. “Gonna come hard for you, baby.”
