by RC Boldt
“Olivia.” The concern in his tone has my movements stuttering before I regroup. I’ve caught him off guard, that’s all. I need to make my intentions clear.
Hooking my thumbs beneath each side of my thong, I hold his heated gaze with mine and go for honesty.
My words are choppy and disjointed due to my raging nerves. “I want to try. With you.” Hands hovering, I wait for his response, my thumbs twitching beneath the fabric of my panties. “If you’re…interested.”
Oh, God. Could I possibly sound stiffer and more formal?
“Olivia…Jesus.” His voice sounds tortured and… Oh, no. He’s not interested.
Of course, he’s not interested. I’m used goods, for God’s sake. What man would want someone disgusting—someone who’s tainted like I am? Nico can have his prime pick of women—and probably has—and they’re all a hell of a lot more experienced and put together than me.
Shit. I cross an arm over my chest, attempting to shield my breasts from his view, and bend down to retrieve the shirt I’d tossed in my horrifying amateur seduction attempt. As soon as my fingers touch the fabric, strong fingers seize my wrist, but I don’t dare to look up. I can’t bear it.
I whisper as if not speaking at normal volume means this faux pas will never have happened, “If you’ll let me put the shirt back on, I’ll just—”
He tugs me upright, flush against his firm body, and his arms band around me. I stare at the base of his throat and force myself to breathe evenly. This was a mistake, that’s all.
“Olivia.” His voice is guttural, as though it’s being ripped from a throat filled with razor blades. He presses his lips to my temple and his voice turns gentler. “I wasn’t rejectin’ you, baby.” Nico’s sigh feathers against my skin. “You’re a fuckin’ goddess, you hear me? Ain’t no way anybody could turn down the kinda gift you’re offerin’. But it would fuckin’ gut me if you regret this tomorrow.”
I close my eyes, fighting back a tremor as a thread of hope blossoms.
“Look at me. Please.” He eases back, his movements tentative, until I raise my eyes to his. His gaze searches mine. “Just want you to be sure.”
“I’m sure,” I whisper. “I want to try with you.”
He closes his eyes, a muscle in his jaw flexing before he rests his forehead on mine. We remain this way, with silence surrounding us for a long beat, until he murmurs, “Don’t deserve this gift, but damn if I can refuse it.”
He says this so softly and under his breath, suggesting that, perhaps, he didn’t intend to say it aloud. Before I can give it more thought, he drops his hands and steps back, his eyes locked with mine.
“You tell me how this plays out. It’s on your terms.”
44
Nico
Fuck me. We’re celebrating her birthday, and here she is, offering me the most precious gift on this damn earth.
And then I went and made her think I wasn’t interested, like a goddamn son of a bitch. She blindsided me, and I didn’t handle it the way I should have.
Olivia Wright is offering her body to me—the woman who hasn’t been able to have sex with a man because of the motherfucker who took what he had no goddamn business taking. The bastard who violated her and left her wounded, physically and emotionally.
She wants to try with me. I know she wants to see if she can let go of the past. To see if sex can be untainted for once. And I’m giving in because I’m a selfish son of a bitch.
I should let her down easy right here and now, but I can’t. I want a chance to be with her, to hold her, and see if maybe I can be the one to help her forge her path that isn’t riddled with the scars of the old one.
She’ll hate me when this is all over and we part ways, but I want this moment with her. Hell, I want as many moments with her as I can get.
“You tell me how this plays out. It’s on your terms.” I shove my hands in my pockets. “How do you want me?”
She gestures to the bed, where the covers are turned down partway. The small movement jostles her gorgeous tits and I’m having a hell of a time keeping my eyes on hers. She makes it a challenge with that little scrap of lace covering what I already know is the sweetest damn pussy I’ve ever tasted.
“If you can lean back on the bed first…” With a tiny laugh that shows her nervousness, she says, “I didn’t actually get past that point.”
I consider it for a moment. She’s got to feel in control—that’s the key to making her feel safe. An idea comes to mind, and in quick movements and with more eagerness than I care to admit, I slide onto the bed and lean back on the pillows.
With a dip of my chin, I flash her an arrogant smirk and let my eyes skim her from head to toe, lingering on her breasts and legs.
“I can’t concentrate in class, Professor.” I palm my dick through my pants, which hardens more the longer I look at her. Her nipples tighten into hard buds. “You keep distractin’ me with those pencil skirts of yours. But I see you noticin’ me.” Through the thin fabric, I stroke my cock. “Noticin’ how hard you make me.”
Her breath rushes past her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them, and her eyes lock on my every movement.
“Watchin’ you teach in those skirts that mold that fine ass gets me hard as fuck. Can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout it.” I slide my hand beneath the waistband of my pants and grip my aching dick. Fuck. I’m primed and she hasn’t even laid a finger on me. “Thinkin’ of you takin’ my cock as deep as you can. Maybe once I’ve had you, I’ll be able to concentrate in class.”
Her chest rises and falls with labored breaths. “You think so?”
“Yeah.” I spread my legs with my hand still in my pants, stroking my cock. “I need you to ride me till you come.” She bites her bottom lip. “Yeah, you’re a naughty professor, ain’t ya? I can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout your pussy. Would it be eager to slide down my cock? Would it be so snug, it’d squeeze the breath outta me?”
She glides a hand over her breast and tweaks a nipple. Jesus, fuck.
“Yeah, my professor’s got a needy pussy, don’t she? She needs me to soothe it for her. She needs my big cock slidin’ in real nice and deep, fillin’ her up.” I fist my cock, the tip jutting past the waistband and leaking at the base of my stomach. “You better come here and make me pay attention, Professor.”
Her voice is smoky, eyes heavy-lidded with arousal. “Before I agree to anything, I need to see it first.”
Ahh, fuck, yes. I ease the waistband down, shoving it low on my hips, and let my cock jut free. I fist it, and when I give it two slow pumps, she whimpers.
“Yeah…all you gotta do is sit on it and make it feel better, and I promise I’ll pay attention.”
She moves swiftly, kneeling on the bed and crawling over to straddle my thighs, jiggling those delicious fucking tits slightly. Goddamn if she isn’t a fucking wet dream come to life.
“You’ll need to remove my panties for me.”
Our eyes lock and my pulse thunders. While she’s on her knees, I hook my fingers beneath the scrap of lace and work the fabric down her thighs. Removing them the rest of the way, she tosses them aside.
When she lowers her bare pussy and settles on top of me, I nearly lose all ability to breathe. Fuck, she’s the most gorgeous creature on this forsaken earth.
“Your assignment is to make me feel good.” Her tone is one I’m sure she normally reserves for her students, and damn if it doesn’t turn me on even more. “Make me forget how wrong this is.” She reaches for my cock, and I heave out a loud breath when she takes me in her tight grip. “Make me forget that you’re my student.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I cover her hand with mine and guide her to pump me in agonizingly slow strokes. Reaching up, I rasp my thumb over her tight nipple, and she arches into my touch. I tweak the hard tips between my knuckles before trailing my fingertips along her smooth stomach and down between her thighs.
Grazing over her slick lips, I groan. “Ahh, fuck, Professor. You gonna let me do thi
s? Gonna let me get away with dippin’ inside that sweet pussy of yours?”
When I sink two fingers inside her, knuckle-deep, I watch her, gauging her reactions for any sign she’s being triggered or isn’t enjoying herself. When her head tips back, body arching with those gorgeous tits on display and no trace of shadows lingering in her eyes, I breathe a little easier. As I press my fingers in deeper, my dick jerks in her hand at how good her wet pussy feels on my fingers. I glide them in and out, and her hand stutters, stroking me clumsily before resuming in steady pulls.
“That’s it. Work my dick like that. Maybe you ain’t such an innocent professor after all, huh? Got my fingers deep in that naughty pussy while you’re workin’ my cock.” Her hand tightens around my shaft, and I glide my fingers up to pinch her clit.
Her loud gasp has my hips jerking. Goddamn, I’ve never been driven so close to the edge so fast before. Drawing her clit between my knuckles, I move in circles.
“Nico,” she pants. “I need you.”
“I’m right here, baby. Take what you need.”
Eyes glazed with lust and nipples rosy and tight, she lowers herself. When the softness of her pussy lips grazes the head of my cock, I tense.
“Fuck.” I force the words from between clenched teeth. “Need a condom.”
She freezes, a flush rising along her upper chest and her cheeks. When her lips part, I cut off what I bet will be her admitting embarrassment for forgetting protection. It’s a fucking compliment that she lost her head and forgot. That she wasn’t thinking about anything but me and my cock.
“Don’t.” I hold her gaze for a beat. When she gives a little nod of understanding, I reach for the bedside table, nearly dragging the drawer off its hinges in my rush to grab a strip of condoms. Ripping one off, I tear into it, tossing the wrapper to the floor, and roll the latex down the length of my cock.
I search her face. “Take your time, Professor. Whatever you need, I— Oh, fuck.” So eager for me, she slides down, taking my cock inside her wet heat, inch by sweet fucking inch.
My hands fly to her hips, and when my fingers touch those scars, I smooth my thumb over them in reverence. Because they’re a sign that she’s a fucking survivor. That she’s stronger than she gives herself credit for.
Watching her move, her eyes hazy with lust, dark hair shifting and teasing along her jaw, I nearly come undone. She’s so goddamn beautiful.
“Fuck, baby. Olivia. Jesus. You feel so fuckin’ good.” I stifle the urge to give a hard upward thrust because she needs to adjust to me. To stretch around the thickness of my cock because she hasn’t had one inside her in years.
And damn if that doesn’t bring out the possessive caveman in me. Knowing my dick is the first one in years and she chose it.
She chose me.
I’m trying hard to hold back, to let her run the show like she needs to. To be in control. I want her to heal. I can’t give her anything else, but if I can give her this, then I’m damn well going to try.
When she sinks down all the way, my chest heaves, and I stare up at her, desperately trying to drag in oxygen to my lungs. Her eyes are closed, head tipped back with her breaths rushing past her parted lips.
She must feel my gaze on her because her eyes flutter open and she peers at me, her mouth curving into a little smile. But this smile is different and makes me feel like someone reached inside me and twisted my insides in a tight knot.
It’s a smile of victory. She’s had a taste of what’s on the other side, and it’s a sweet achievement for her because now she knows. She knows there’s more—that she can have more—and she’s no longer held back by her past.
It’s bittersweet for me, but at least I know I helped her in some way. That I did some good amidst all this shit I’m buried under.
I thread my fingers in her hair, tugging her mouth to mine, but I don’t kiss her. No, not yet. I capture her bottom lip between my teeth and tug gently, loving the little moan she makes.
“My professor’s got a needy pussy.” I move my hips, driving upward, and she whimpers against my mouth. “You want me to soothe that ache, don’t you? You need my big cock real deep?” With one hand gripping her hip, I pull her down for every one of my upward thrusts.
“Nico,” she whimpers, and damn if she isn’t growing slicker. “More. Please.”
“You need more of this?” I drive my cock deeper while tugging her down. “Grind that sweet pussy on me, baby.”
Guiding her to work herself against the root of my cock, I know the instant she gets what her little clit needs by her whimper. The sound sends lust rocketing through me, and my cock thickens inside her.
“Am I fillin’ you up the way you need?”
45
Olivia
“Am I fillin’ you up the way you need?”
Nico’s filthy words, combined with him allowing me to take charge, send a heady surge of arousal and empowerment coursing through me.
Palms braced on his shoulders, I work myself over him, arousal licking through my veins like a wildfire. Driving upward, hips pumping rhythmically, he gives me exactly what I want with every spearing surge of his cock.
He cups the weight of my breast in his hand, the calloused pads of his fingers rasping against my skin in a decadent caress. When he latches on to one nipple, sucking it deep into his hot mouth, I grow even wetter, and my inner muscles clench around him.
Nico’s groans against my breast sound tortured. “Olivia.”
When his teeth gently scrape over the hard tip before flicking it with his tongue, I give in to the relentless need of my body. Harsh breaths rush past my lips, and my tongue darts out to wet them while I move up and down his hard length. Our gazes lock, and his eyes glitter with heated lust.
His other hand curves around to grip my ass, urging me on. His words are choppy between wet kisses to my breasts. “You gotta be in control, don’t you, baby?” His lips trail a path to the center of my chest. “Yeah, I get you. What makes you tick. I’ll give you what you need.”
His calloused thumb descends to scrape over my clit, and I arch into his touch. “Ahh, fuck, Professor.” When he pinches my flesh between his thumb and finger, tugging, a ragged cry is ripped from my throat.
“Goddammit,” he groans. His driving thrusts grow jerky and desperate, breath rasping from between parted lips. “Can’t...fuckin’…get enough of you.”
I ride him furiously, my hands gripping his muscled shoulders. “Nico,” I gasp.
His eyes nearly singe me, so hot with need, while he works my clit. “You need more, baby? Fuckin’ take it.”
With powerful surges upward that rob me of breath, he makes my vision blur. My fingers clench his shoulders tighter.
“I’m yours, Olivia.” His raspy voice skitters along my skin, jaw tight, heavy-lidded eyes locked on me as I ride him. “All yours.”
Eyes falling closed, I arch and rock against him with a desperate, frantic need. He pinches my clit again, and my legs quake. I’m so close, yet my release is still out of reach.
When his exhale fans my collarbone, I know what I need. My eyes flash open to lock with his, and he inherently understands.
“I’m yours,” he repeats, voice sounding like it’s raked over thick gravel. The muscles in his stomach flex and ripple.
And so, I take. I bring our lips together, mouths fusing in a kiss that’s messy and awash with carnal need. Our lips work over one another, tongues dipping inside for hungry tastes.
Nico applies more pressure on my throbbing clit, working me further into a frenzy. His touch has overwhelming need filling my veins until they’re burgeoning, my body strung tight. When he suddenly surges upward, impaling me with his impossibly hard length, pleasure unfurls within.
My inner muscles clench and pulse around him as my orgasm takes hold, my breaths escaping in hot gusts while I ride out my release. He pumps his hips, driving his cock in and out, and I feel him grow thicker. Another deep thrust is all it takes before he rips his m
outh from mine and buries his face in my neck with a hoarse groan.
“Olivia.” My name is spoken on a heaving breath, but with a reverence that has my eyes growing wet.
Nico Alcanzar has given me what no other man could. Never has any man possessed such patience with me, allowing me to be in the lead. It’s always turned into them resenting me for venturing along at a snail’s pace when it comes to intimacy and eventually giving up on me altogether.
This man has helped me find the empowerment buried deep beneath the layers of self-doubt and the act of violence inflicted upon me years ago.
But that isn’t all he’s given me.
He rolls us to our sides, still intimately connected, and curls an arm beneath me to hold me close. Our labored breathing echoes within the quiet room. He smooths my hair back from my forehead and presses a tender kiss to my damp skin.
As he continues to hold me, I realize that he’s granted me a glimpse of the kind heart buried beneath the cruel and ruthless criminal he’s become.
It no longer matters what type of man he is because I’m helpless to deny it any longer.
I’m unequivocally in love with Nico Alcanzar.
46
Olivia
I grab my laptop briefcase and purse and make it only two steps toward my office door when I drop my damn keys. Dammit. This has been one of those days—one of those shitty Mondays—when I’ve dropped nearly everything I’ve laid my hands on.
The reason for my clumsiness is my mind still being firmly entrenched in last night’s activities. Nico pulled me into the shower this morning, shampooing my hair and washing me thoroughly. I’d half expected him to want to go another round, but he hadn’t. And showering together had felt oddly…natural.
A shadow pops up outside my open door just as I snag my keys off the floor, and I assume it’s Goliath. The man must have some psychic powers because my plan was to leave here a few minutes early and grab a much-needed coffee before he arrived. The department is nearly vacant and both secretaries are gone for the day—one is out sick while the other had an errand to run.
