“What? Oh.” He means Professor Dayton. “Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“Just he’s another one of those men who thinks with their dicks. That’s all. No big deal, nothing I can’t handle.”
“Did he touch you?”
“It’s fine.”
“Did he fucking touch you?”
“He stuck his hand up my skirt.”
Sergio’s hand fists. I watch him, study his eyes. This is dangerous ground. Dangerous for Professor Dayton. “Just forget it. It stopped at that. And I’m not taking the internship anyway. I’m leaving, in fact.”
“Nat—”
“Please.”
His eyes narrow, like he’s thinking, and when he nods, I’m surprised.
“Did something happen tonight?”
He takes a deep breath in, then out, looks at me, takes my hands and holds them for a long minute. “Life is short, huh?” He releases me, runs both hands through his hair and leans back on the couch. For a moment, it’s like he’s drifted out of here, he looks so lost in thought. Then he returns his gaze to mine and just watches me for a long time. When he stands, he’s steady on his feet, and he’s got that same look in his eyes as the other night. My body understands it before my mind processes.
“Too short to waste,” he says. He takes the zipper of my hoodie between two fingers and slides it down, pushes it off me and lets it drop to the floor. “Natalie,” he says my name and stops, searching my face before his gaze moves to my bared shoulders and arms. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s slurring his words, swaying on his feet.
I watch him, and it’s strange, the way he’s looking at me. Intense and dark.
He takes the hem of my tank and draws it over my head.
“I want to see you. All of you.”
“Sergio, you’re drunk.” I try to push his hands away.
“No, sweetheart, not that drunk. Hell, never that drunk.” With a finger at my bare belly, he walks me backward.
“Wait, Sergio—”
“Shh.” He touches my lips. “I just want to see.” He leans in and kisses me, pressing my back to the wall, his cock is a thick rod between us. His eyes are burning when he pulls away.
Gripping my sweats with both hands, he slowly lowers to his knees, then drags my pants down over my thighs, off my feet. My socks are next so I’m barefoot, wearing only bra and panties. He gives me one glance before hooking his fingers into the waistband of the panties and dragging them off. I step out and when I do, he grips my thighs and forces them wider. Then he looks at me. Just looks at my bared sex.
My clit throbs beneath his gaze and he gives me a hooded glance before placing his thumbs on either side of my slit and opening me.
“Sergio.”
“Quiet.” He leans in, inhales deeply, then licks the length of me.
My gasp is a swallow of breath.
“I want you,” he says, dipping his head low, licking me again, forcing my legs wider as he dips his tongue inside me before coming back to my clit and taking it between his lips to suck.
“Oh, fuck.” I’m gripping him, his arms, his head and he lifts one leg up over his shoulder and devours me and when he takes my clit between his lips again and sucks hard, I fist his hair and grind against him and I come. I come so fucking hard I can’t stand without him holding me. Without his hand on my belly pressing me to the wall, his other hand around my hip keeping me upright.
When I’m limp and gasping for breath, Sergio rises to stand, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, a smile on his lips, a darkness in his eyes. He kisses me hard, mashing his lips against mine, lifting me in his arms and carrying me up the stairs. In my room, he flips the light switch and the dim lamps on either side of my bed go on. He sets me on the bed. When I try to sit up, he shakes his head, pushes me back down and draws my legs wide to stand between them. He leans down, grips my bra in both hands and rips it in two, arranging the pieces to either side of me, laying me out, displaying me, like he did the other night. He looks me over, up and down, keeping my legs wide with his between them, and draws his sweater over his head.
I catch my breath at the heavily tattooed arms and shoulders. I’d only seen the hint of ink on his forearms that first night. He’s thickly muscled, his stomach ripped, and when he grips his belt to open it, my eyes travel to the trail of dark hair disappearing into his pants. I lick my lips and wait for him to push his pants and briefs down and off and I look at him, at his thick cock, the head already glistening. He lets me take him in and I want him, want more than his tongue on me. Inside me.
