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You'd say you were an average person. Just a normal gal trying to get her degree and start doing what you actually wanted to, instead of doing shifts at the local fast food like half the people on campus. Balancing work, study and you personal life wasn't easy, but you managed.
Your roommate was a pretty cool girl, you had a few classes with her, although most of them you took with your other friends, who were pursuing the same majors as you.
Now, despite you following a more science-oriented study program, your favorite class strayed far from the subject that had become regulars in your days.
I mean, you didn't really come off as a literature nerd, let alone a history one. And while it mostly derived from your genuine interest in the topics, you had to admit part of it was directly connected to the professor giving the lectures.
Professor Rosita Espinosa.
She was amazing: an extremely smart and cultured woman that many students feared, rightfully so, due to her authoritative attitude.
But you?
While often intimidated by her, overtime you had grown into being less afraid, and more so just amazed and impressed.
You couldn't deny that she often was kinda scary. Not like, creepy-scary, more like intimidating-scary.
But then again, your relationship wouldn't exactly be considered...traditional.
No idea how, but you had managed to impress her.
So much so, that she had started taking time out of her day just to talk to you, whether it'd be about your assignments, to ask you what you thought of the topic or if you needed clarifications on anything, or just to get an opinion on her lectures.
After that, your relationship slowly shifted, and before either of you knew it, you were caught in something that sounded just as inconvenient as it was beautiful.
Truthfully, you were exactly where you wanted to be. As for her, you knew she sometimes felt guilty about it, talking about "stealing precious experiences from you" and "being too old for you".
You really didn't mind not making that many experiences.
According to you, you'd already gotten your fair share and honestly weren't thrilled at the idea of having to do anything with anyone else.
And as far as you were concerned -when legal- age was just a number.
Sure, maybe she was 10 years older than you, so what? No one ever puts down Catullo for writing about his older woman whom he had an affair with, why would your situation be different?
As for most days of your week, you had a busy schedule waiting for you; yeah double majoring was not for the weak.
You turned around in your bed, facing your nightstand. Stirring tiredly, you glanced at your clock, wondering if you had woken up before the alarm had gone off.
11:15 A.M.
Class started in 15 minutes.
Fuck.
You placed your hand on the door handle and inhaled deeply, still catching your breath from running. You knocked on the door, the voice coming from inside the classroom stopped. You pushed the door open.
-"Good morning Miss. Sorry I'm late, my alarm didn't go off"
The woman standing behind the desk had stopped talking, and was now staring at you with an unreadable expression.
-"May I still come in?" You asked, feeling everyone's eyes on you as you awkwardly stood there.
After a second, she nodded.
-"go take a seat"
Quickly scanning the classroom, you spotted your friends, and noticed the empty seat that they kept for you.
The professor had started talking again as you quietly made your way up. You carefully dropped your bag on the floor and sat down with your friends, letting out a sigh of relief.
Your friend bumped his elbow against your arm.
-"Late to Miss Espinosa's lecture? What happened to you?" He whispered, tapping a pen on his open notebook and resting his chin on his palm. The expression on his face told you how content he was to start annoying you.
-"I told you already," you turned your head towards him. -"my alarm didn't go off"
He hummed and shot your friend on your right a look, before turning his focus back on taking notes. From your other side, a subtle smile appeared on her lips.
-"I told you, she would never willingly skip one of her favorite professor's lectures"
You arched your brow.
-"...well yeah" you moved your attention from the woman standing in front of her slides, to your friend, then back to her.
-"They're always super interesting, why would I miss them?"
You heard a snicker, coming from the boy on your left.
-"c'mon man, you really don't have to lie"
-"but I do think they're interesting" You tried to explain yourself.
-"no, no, yeah I'm sure you do" your friend reassured you, slightly raising her hands in surrender.
-"It's just, kinda clear that she’s the only reason you're here. We all know it's an optional course"
-"I mean, I really don't blame you." Your other friend whispered as he leaned back, running a hand through his black hair.
-"she's literally a 10 and her prime bro"
-"what are you talking about- oh my god ew"
You scrunched up your nose. -"I would never think about her like that"
You would.
You had.
The lecture came to an end, the professor dismissed the class and sat down at her desk, going on her laptop to stop the screen sharing.
You and your friends got up, gathering your stuff and grabbing your bags.
As always, the hallway buzzed with the lovely chattering of students: some walked to the cafeteria, some made their way to the exit, some rushed to their classrooms.
-"Seriously man, you really gotta stop saying shit like that, people could hear you" You whispered, swatting his arm.
-"and? Half of the people in this building would die for a chance with her"
You and the girl on your right shot him a look.
-"okay, maybe not half, but I'm sure there's definitely people who would."
You waved him off, continuing your walk.
The sudden noise of something hitting a wall, followed by a strangled whimper shook you out of your thoughts.
A scrawny guy was harshly being shoved against the wall by a bigger, buffer dude.
-"Don't fucking play with me prick!"
The dude barked in his face, his spit hitting the guy's cheek as he turned his face away.
He squeezed his eyes closed, gritting his teeth and clearly fighting back tears.
-"I, I wasn't... I didn't" He tried, the words dying in his throat as the dudes laughed at him
-"This is the last time you fuck with us, you pussy"
You and your friends shared a look, you stopped walking, a few feet away from them.
You spoke first, whispering.
-"what's his deal?"
-"that dude? I dunno, he's always picking fights with everyone," He shrugged his shoulders, but quickly corrected himself. -"I mean, not everyone-everyone"
"Yeah, just the ones weaker than him. He's a bitch" Your other friend echoed.
...
You thought for a moment, considering your options.
You're not sure of what came over you at that moment but before you could notice, you were swinging your backpack off your shoulder and handing it to your friend.
-"hold my bag"
-"what? what are you-"
Your body moved on its own.
So fucking stupid.
Grabbing the dude by his shoulder, you spun him around just enough to make sure your knuckles made contact with his nose. Hard.
He recoiled back, his hands flying up to his face. The guy against the wall flinched, moving away from between you two.
The dude pulled his hand away, locking his eyes on you.
-"you fucking faggot,"
He brought his hand up to feel his nose.
-"who do you fucking think you are?"
-"leave the guy alone, he hasn't done anything to you." You tried, not seeing any other way out of this.
Seriously what the fuck were you thinking?
-"you don't know shit about me, or him" he pointed at the guy.
-"oh but I know about you,"
Don't do it.
-"I've seen you walk around on campus, seen you act all tough and try to screw every girl in your eyesight, I know that you're a gigantic pussy-"
You stumbled back, hissing in pain as you registered what happened.
Holy shit did your nose hurt. You felt your blood trickle down your face. You could taste it. Unable to stand on your feet without swaying a little bit.
-"not so tough now, are ya?"
You felt him grab ahold of your shirt, pulling you closer to him. You managed to open your eyes, just in time to see him reel back another punch.
-"Stop." A voice traveled through the air fast, its tone authoritarian.
-"Step away from each other. Now." As the dude let go of your shirt, you got a look at the person speaking. Not that you needed to anyway, you'd recognize that voice no matter what.
You brushed off imaginary dirt from your clothes.
-"Professor Espinosa... it's not what- we were, we were just-"
She raised her hand.
-"No. You'll have the opportunity to explain yourself later. Go to the infirmary now, tomorrow I'll hear from you."
She lowered her hand, shooting you a dangerous look.
-"And you,"
-"straight to my office. Right now."
You were taken aback by that.
You were clearly more beaten up than him, he wasn't even bleeding. He started this.
Technically.
-"what? Me??" You pointed at yourself in disbelief, your face scrunching up in a confused expression.
-"Yes you, who do you think I'm talking to-"
-" What the fuck?? Why does he get off that easy when he was the one to start?? I didn't do anything I just-"
-"You threw the first punch thought, didn't you?"
The words died on your tongue at her remark.
-"This display of immaturity will not be tolerated from anyone. Not another word. My office, now."
She turned around without another word.
Your friend handed you your bag and you followed her wordlessly, keeping your head down as you walked through the halls.
She opened the door to her office and stepped in, holding the door open for you. As soon as you were in the room, she shut the door and made her way to her desk. Gesturing for you to sit down on the chair in front of it, she sat down, leaning back against hers.
You dropped your bag on the floor, sitting down without much grace.
Truthfully, you were fuming, but you restrained from showing so, as best as you could.
She looked at you for a few seconds, letting the tense silence fill the room for a while, before finally letting out a sigh.
-"Tell me what happened" she commanded.
You lifted your gaze to look her in the eyes.
-"That prick was picking on a scrawny guy." You stated, sitting up straight before you elaborated any further.
-"he shoved him against the wall and was going to beat him up. I couldn't just stand there and watch, I had to do something"
Miss Espinosa stared at you.
-"and you decided the best thing to do would be to punch him, of course." She rested her elbows on the smooth surface of her desk.
-"Instead of, I don't know, trying to talk him out of it or calling a person of authority for help. Very mature of you."
-"oh come on, I'm not that incapable. I'm an adult, I don't need to call anyone to handle a guy like that. I know the type"
-"indeed you do, so well so that you managed to get punched in the face and who knows what would've happened if I hadn't stepped in."
-"I had it under control, I was about to punch him back I would've-"
-"gotten beaten up by his stupid friends, who were right there, ready to back him up. That's what would've happened if I hadn't been there. You would be dealing with a lot more than just a nosebleed and a scraped lip"
You bit your tongue. Damnit, she was right. You had gotten lucky.
You lowered your gaze, slouching on the chair a bit. She noticed the change in your behavior, squinting her eyes at you slightly.
-"how's your nose doing?" She asked, her tone still neutral.
-"Fine" you muttered, still not ready to swallow your pride.
-"Bullshit." She called you out immediately. -"Let me see, come here" she gestured for you to come next to her with a nod of her head.
You got up, then proceeded to drag your chair to the other side of the desk as loudly as you could; positioning it so that you were sitting in front of her.
Okay, to be honest you were being extremely huffy about this. Probably too huffy.
But thinking back at what she said, in front of everyone, made you want to be as petty as you possibly could.
Though, as soon as you sat down, her hand came up to your face, tilting your chin up so she could check the damage.
You realized just how quickly you were losing this battle.
She hummed, letting go of you and turning to open a drawer.
-"It's not broken"
Feeling relieved, you allowed yourself to sigh, finally relaxing a little bit.
She turned back to you, dabbing a tissue under your nose and on your bloody higher lip.
You tried to stay grumpy, you really did. But the gesture, mixed with the gentleness and care her actions were charged with made it very hard to stay mad at her.
-"Why did you let him off like that?" You finally asked, finding that your voice had lost the sharpness it held just moments ago.
-"I didn't."
You scrunched your eyebrows. -"Yes you did? You literally just sent him to the infirmary, even though I'm clearly in worse condition than him"
-"I will hear from him tomorrow," -"and trust me, he will not go unpunished. As for the infirmary, well, I didn't wanna have to deal with him right now."
-"And I wanted to check on you."
You let your shoulders relax. As the blood stopped coming out, she threw the tissues in the trash, and leaned back against the chair with a smaller sigh.
-"Honey...why did you do that?" She asked, her voice shifting from the previously neutral and connected tone to something sweeter.
Finally letting go of your long lost battle, you looked up at her; you spoke quietly, not wanting anyone to hear you but her.
-"I know his type" you explained, -"he doesn't just pick on anyone, he bullies people he's jealous of"
-"like that scrawny gay guy." You added, almost muttering it to yourself.
-"Jealous? Are you saying he's closeted?"
-"I'm saying he's repressed and wants to take it up the ass"
-"Language." She hissed through gritted teeth.
-"I understand why you would be mad at him, but insulting him behind his back or hitting first is not gonna land you in the right. Quite the opposite actually"
There it was.
You hated how easily she did that. Hated to hear the switch in her voice, hated when it went from sweet and personal, to distant and professional.
-"Don't do that, you know I'm right" you tried fighting back, already feeling smaller under her gaze.
-"Right or not, I do not allow my students to talk about anyone like that. Let alone about another one of my students."
You huffed, crossing your arms on your chest and looking away from her. Her hand came to rest on your knee and you forcefully redirected your gaze towards her.
-"We agreed that there would be no special treatment regardless of our situation, remember?"
You nodded dismissively.
Yeah, you remembered.
She looked at you for a second, seemingly trying to figure what had gotten you upset again.
-"Still, I have to recognize it's not fair to you"
-"what's not fair?" You asked, feigning ignorance.
-"My tone. Changing it based on what I'm gonna say. Playing with your head like that."
There it was, you were more than glad to hear that soft edge, which she only reserved for you, slowly come back in her tone.
-"It's not fair. And it's definitely confusing to you, isn't it?" She asked, slightly tilting her head to the side.
You bit your lip.
While your thoughts should've been focused on accepting the apology at hand, you couldn't help but stare at the beautiful woman sitting in front of you, her soft hand resting comfortingly on your knee.
Her wavy hair framed her face in such a perfect way, the color matched with her eyes, boring into yours in a stare that felt gentle but so intese at the same time.
Gravity must've been real strong that day, because you swore you didn't even notice your eyes slowly trailing from her face down and neck and-
Fuck. Shit. No, not right now.
Focus.
-"No, no it, I mean it surely doesn't help me"
You looked away, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck and finding sudden interest in the ugliest painting you had ever seen in your life, hanging on her wall.
Rosita might've been one of the smartest people you knew, but when it came to appreciating or understanding art? Yeah, no, definitely not her field.
-"okay well, I think I'm gonna go now. I'll take part in community service as per manual and I promise it won't ever happen again" you excused yourself, feeling your face grow hotter as those thoughts did anything but go away.
She seemed taken aback by that.
-"Oh, are you sure?" Her voice had a note of confusion in it. -"do you need anything? A ride?"
-"and explain to my roommate why my professor's driving me home? I appreciate it but no, thanks" you pushed yourself up, dusting off your clothes.
Still, your eyes lingered, locking with hers: beautiful, stunning,
slightly concerned with your situation.
You'd already lost your fight- actually both fights- so might as well end the day on a nicer note.
-"Actually though, there might be something I'd like"
-"yeah? What do you need?" She asked, genuine interest plastered on her face.
-"can I have a kiss?"
-"oh, is that it?" Her expression turned surprised, before switching back to a calmer one.
-"can I? Just one"
-"If it's gonna make you feel any better, sure you can. Come here"
You happily stepped forwards, placing you hands on both armrests of her chair. You leaned down, her hands came to rest on your waist, gently pulling on you as your lips met in a kiss.
It started slow, gentle; that's what it was supposed to be. But when she tried pulling back, you couldn't stop a small noise from leaving your mouth. She stopped in her tracks, you could feel her breath as it gently hit your skin.
Truthfully, she hadn't touched you in days and while, normally, that wouldn't be a big deal, right now you were stressed, tired and in desperate need of attention.
Your face grew hotter, you opened your eyes, looking at her with the most pathetic look you could manage.
-"I changed my mind," you whispered, now realizing you had a chance to fulfill the growing desire to be close to her.
-"I don't wanna go home just yet"
To say you were embarrassed would've been an understatement; you cringed a little at how desperate you sounded. Thankfully, she never did mind your tendency to become pathetic and whiny in a matter of seconds; no, she loved it.
The smirk that came to her face was soft, teasing yes, but still considerate.
-"oh, is my girl in need of attention?" She cooed, pulling you down into her lap. You didn't resist, letting her set you on it as you got comfortable.
Finally, you nodded shyly, feeling all your previous confidence suddenly abandon you, as you found yourself in the familiar position.
-"I know this is probably not the place but" you hesitated, starting to feel self conscious about your behavior. As if sensing your sudden shift in mood, her hands gently ran up and down your thighs in a soothing manner.
-"My office is my office. No one comes in unless I tell them to." She reassured you.
-"I'm sure we both had a very stressful week, and I still have so much to do, I really don't have the time for a proper break."
-"but this? This I can make time for." she continued
-"*you*, I can make time for"
You smiled, grateful for the amazing woman you were talking to. Without any more words needing to be said out loud, you brought your hands up to her face, tilting her head down to place your lips on hers.
The kiss was more heated, her hands came up to grip your waist, pulling you flush against her. Her teeth caught your lower lip as you pulled back, stealing a breathless whine from your lips.
-"I missed this" she whispered, against your lips, as a
smile came over them.
Part of you wished she would just slam you down on her desk and make your forget your name, choke you till you couldn't breath and make you scream her name so many times you would start to think of it as a prayer.
-"Missed you"
The other side, saw how tired she was, how red her eyes were. Noticed the bags under them. That other side was begging to make her feel good, make her forget about her worries, focus on you and you only.
You went for the latter.
Your hands dropped from her face, as you slowly, slowly, slid off her lap and sunk down on your knees.
A hazy, satisfied smile came to her face as she quietly caught up with what you were doing.
-"Oh? Well, look at my girl taking the initiative" She praised, her voice turning raspy.
Leaning back more comfortably on her chair, she spread her legs, allowing you to come closer to her.
-"So much for the shy little student in my class" Rosita chuckled, running a hand through her hair.
You lowered your head and looked up at her, your cheeks reddening under her gaze. Your eyes carried a soft, hazy gaze in them, betraying how much her confident behaviour truly turned you on.
Before you could say anything, she unbuttoned her pants, pushing them off and letting them pool at her ankles.
-"Although, I guess it does check out with the pathetic looking sub I got on the floor, right here, all for me ."
Letting out a shuddering breath, which sounded more like a whine than anything else, you grabbed a hold of her legs, placing a shaky kiss on her inner thigh.
Your eyes darted back up and locked with hers, just as you picked your favorite spots to latch your lips onto, sucking on the soft skin and running your tongue over it.
-"Yeah, good girl" She praised you, her hand gently running through your hair. -"Finally putting that pretty mouth to better use"
Your actions brought to your ears the beautiful noises spilling from her mouth, soft breaths, mixed in with her whispered praises.
Once your lips left her skin, you were proudly admiring your art piece, a patchwork of red marks adorned her thighs, slowly gaining more color as the blood settled. You looked up at her through your lashes, noticing the faint redness on her cheeks.
-"Can,"
Your mouth watered at the sight of her, but your throat felt dry.
-"Can I please-?"
She seemed to understand your request.
-"what, are you getting shy baby?" as a smirk took over her features.
-"you can use your words to speak, can't you?" She mocked you, keeping her voice sweet and her smile real.
You swallowed, embarrassment creeping up your neck as you struggled to speak.
-"Can, can I please take them off?" You managed, your voice cracking for no reason.
-"Please?"
She licked her top teeth and answered with a nod, -"That's my girl, always so obedient for me", lifting her hips just enough to let you hook your fingers under the hem, and slip off her panties.
As soon as they reached her ankles, her hand tangled in your hair, giving a sharp tug and pulling you were she wanted you to be. You weren't gonna complain, this was her moment, and you weren't a particularly patient person yourself.
Too tired to even think about teasing her, you pulled her closer to your face, licking a long stripe against her core.
Feeling the shuddering breath that left her only fueled your resolution; you moved your tongue faster, earning a groan and a strong pull on your hair.
-"Fuck," she whispered, -"that's it, keep going" Your hands grabbed onto her thighs, nails digging into the soft skin. You looked up through your lashes, savouring both her taste, burning on your tongue, and the succulent view she was offering you.
Her back was arched, heels planted as firmly as she could onto the floor, fighting to not slip off the chair. Her head was thrown back, neck exposed and tense as shaky moans began to flow through her.
-"Yeah, yeah just like that" She had unbuttoned her top, leaving only her black bra partially to cover her chest.
The hand that wasn't tangled in your hair traced an invisible line down her chest, her curated nails scraping against her skin. -"being such a good girl for me"
You let out a moan at the bare sight, the sound running through her and pushing her to grab onto your scalp and hold you still as she started rolling her hips against your face. Her words started blurring, turning into messy praises and getting cut off by airy moans.
You held onto her thighs, burying yourself deeper and letting her grind against the flat of your tongue.
Your scalp felt like it was screaming at you, but the sensation of her core fucking your face prevailed. Your eyes rested on her face, now able to take in her expression.
Her eyelids were almost fully closed, allowing for her to still see your face, to see you on your knees for her. Her moans began to get louder, more desperate; her movements started to get erratic and jerky.
You moved your tongue again, letting it run against her folds and pushing insistently. Your nails pressed further on her skin as you dragged them down, leaving red burning marks in their wake.
She let out a broken moan as her body jerked in pleasure. Her head lolled back and her hips pushed further against you; you slowed down your movement as her wetness coated your chin.
Her taste filled your mouth, forcing a moan out of you, as you tried to savour as much as you could. Her movements slowly stopped, turning into small flinches as she rode out her orgasm.
She looked down at you, a thin layer of swear adorned her forehead, her face was red, her eyes hazy.
You finally pulled away from her, licking your lips in absolutely no rush as your eyes stayed fixated on her.
She yanked you up by your hair, pulling you up on your knees, and leaned down, crashing her lips against your own. She moaned into your mouth as she tasted herself; in response, you dug your fingers into her thighs again causing her a small groan.
She pulled back, pulling with her a small string of saliva connected to your mouth.
After catching her breath for a moment, she took a good look at you: you were straight on your knees, your hands now gently rested on thighs, your mouth slightly parted and your chin covered in her.
And you were looking at her with such sweet eyes too...
Her lips formed into a smile as her hand came up to cradle your face and you immediately melted into it; your hand came to cover her own and you placed a small kiss on her palm, your eyes fluttering shut for a second.
She didn't say anything, seeming to savour this moment. Then she pulled you up, gently. Her fingers slowly ran down your side, coming to stop on your hip as she pulled you on top of her, initially sitting you on her lap, your legs folded and resting on either sides of her.
Her hands stroked your thighs as you settled into the new position; your eyes fell down, focusing on your lap as shyness started to claim you back.
Rosita noticed.
Because she always did.
She hummed.
-"Baby, look at me for a second"
Your eyes met hers; her gorgeous eyes staring deep into your soul and deeming it all beautiful.
-"are you doing ok?" She asked, keeping her tone soft.
-"you haven't spoken in a while"
You nodded.
-"I'm okay, more than okay" you said, a small smile taking over your features.
-"was that, good?" You asked.
To be fair, her reaction to your actions had given you an answer already, but It wasn't enough. You needed to hear it from her.
She raised her eyebrows, feigning shock.
-"Was it good? Honey that was perfect" she chuckled -"you were perfect for me, you always are" her eyes fell down on your lips and you leaned in immediately, cradling her face with your hands.
This kiss was slower, softer, charged with unspoken words which you were dying to feel. Your lips moved against one another, not insistently, not rushed: just enjoying this moment.
You felt her tongue dart out and push against your lips; you parted them with a sigh, allowing it to seep past them. Her hands ran back up to grip your thighs, you straightened up, now angled over her as you deepened the kiss.
Her mouth moved against your with a newfound urgency, and you kissed back matching her impatient energy as she squeezed your hips.
Then, her hold of you tightened, and her hands harshly pulled you back down on her, forcing your hips to roll against her and coercing a noise out of you.
You whimpered against her lips, you eyes fluttering close as a shiver ran through you. She pulled away from the kiss, allowing you to catch your breath.
-"You did, such a perfect job for me just now" she started, her breath falling short as she spoke.
-"I thought you deserved to have the favour returned"
You perked up.
She caught onto your newfound interested and leaned in, next to the side of your face. Close, so close you could feel her hot breath tickling your skin.
-"And truthfully, as much as I adored having you on your knees for me like the good girl you always are" She whispered, planting a small kiss on your jaw.
-"I missed having you under me more."
PLEASE.
-"ordering you down, making you look like a pathetic mess with just my words, and still having you beg for me to touch you so desperately, that you'd think I'd been starving you for months"
Damn.
Her fingers sneaked under your shirt, tracing formless shapes on your skin.
-"or maybe I'd make you dress up. Looking all nice and proper for me, then make you watch as I touched myself while whispering your name." Her lips trailed down, moving down your neck and leaving marks in their wake.
-"And you'd just sit there and look real pretty for me. And you'd do it because I told you to. Because you're always so good for me"
The unspoken words still rung out in the air for you.
And I bet you'd like it too
-"but you've been so uniquely good today, doing everything without me needing to ask. Makes me want to reward you" she got to your collarbone, her teeth nipping at the skin there.
-"So if you're up for it," her voice dropped quieter as she looked back up at you.
-"I want you to fuck yourself on my leg, and your hands better be tucked away because you won't get to touch me, understood?"
Your throat ran dry for a moment.
Oh, fuck yeah
-"I, I understand" still, your voice came shaky, borderline unsure, and you knew she wasn't going to let it slip past her.
-"And, are you okay with it?" She asked, her voice shifting to sweeter tone. -"Because if you don't want this, we don't have to do anything"
"No, no that's not it, I want this just as much as you do. Just..."
-"nervous?"
-"a little, yeah"
-"well, why?" She chuckled. -"Oh, look at my sensitive girl"
-"you're not funny"
She seemed to find your pissy expression truly amusing.
-"Alright, how about this: you'll keep your hands off of me, but I'll make sure to make you feel extra good to make up for that, sounds good?"
You never nodded quicker in your life.
Slowly, you rolled your hips against her knee again, taking confidence in what you were doing. Feeling the jolt of pleasure rushing through you, you got bolder; rubbing your core against her thigh in longer movements.
You pressed down hard when you moved, struggling to feel the friction through your jeans.
Your hand left the hand rest to reach for your belt but Rosita stopped you. She clicked her tongue in disapproval.
-"Those stay on baby, right now I don't want you coming all over my leg, I'm sure you understand"
-"what you can do though, is take off that nerdy shirt of yours and let me see my girl."
Your hand shakily reached up, undoing the buttons as quickly as you could before shrugging the shirt off.
Her hand traveled up from your hip immediately, tracing the newly exposed skin as if she was trying to memorize it.
-"Did I tell you to stop?"
You rolled your hips again, this time in a more controlled way, making full use of the fabric lines of your jeans.
Her mouth had began working on your neck, leaving kisses down the length of it, her tongue occasionally darting out to lick stripes along your skin. Her lips wrapped around your pulse point and you whined.
Your hand jerked up, as if to touch her, before you brought it back and firmly grabbed onto the armrests.
You tilted your head back and her arm wrapped around you to make sure you wouldn't fall down.
She dragged her tongue up the column of your throat as you ground your hips onto her, you grit your teeth, trying to stop your moans to spill out.
-"Denying me of my favorite sounds? That just won't do"
You failed, the moment her hand came to rest on your hip, digging her nails into it and starting to move you on her own, setting a more intense pace as you struggled to be quiet. Your mouth fell open, letting your breathless noises ring out in the quiet room.
-"Good girl, that's what I like to hear"
You arched your back as she moved you more insistently. You felt the need to grab onto her, to hold onto something different from plastic. The words came out on their own.
-"Please, Rosi" you spoke in between moans as you felt yourself get close.
-"Please, let me touch you please" you begged, letting your head fall forward. -"at least a little bit, please"
She sighed. -"How can I ever deny you when you're sounding this pathetic all for me?"
You wrapped your arms around her neck, burying your face in the crook of it.
-"Fuck, i wish I had the strap right now"
Yeah, you did too.
You felt your abdomen tighten as the arousal that had been building up snapped all at once. You squeezed your eyes, whimpering pathetically as your hips twitched against her, still chasing after friction. Your legs were burning and your waist felt sore where her fingers a left reddish marks on your skin.
Every breath you took was accompanied by a whine, as your, now very sensitive, crotch came in contact with her leg.
Her hand had left your hip, now running soothingly through your hair, blunt nails tracing soft patterns against your scalp.
-"my good girl," she cooed once again. -"are you all good?"
You nodded, still refusing to move from your comfortable position.
-"I wish we were at my place. We could've gotten a nice bath together, then maybe taken a nap but" she sighed. -"time seems to not be on our side these days"
You hummed, gently rubbing your nose against her neck.
-"I know, I know" your voice came muffled. -"exam season sucks for everyone, doesn't it?"
-"It truly does."
She seemed to think for a moment. -"how about this, you let me drive you home right now, and I promise to take you out somewhere as soon as I'm free" she offered, her hand tracing circles on your back.
-"You don't need to take me anywhere, your place is fine" you remarked, not willing to fight her on giving you a ride.
-"I want to. You deserved to be treated nicely and I really like going out with you, you know"
Now THAT'S dirty talk.
She nudged your shoulder with her head.
"Deal?"
"...Deal"