A light went on in Antonio‘s head. “…OK. The Vargas pizza parlor.”
“Che, some guys can’t take a hint.” Lucia grinned. “Yeah, I’m related to him. He’s my granddad. Got a problem with that?”
There was a moment of quiet, and Antonio began to speak very slowly, in the way of one struggling to put together a big picture. “So. If anyone finds out about this… Extra study time… I will not only lose my job-” and the thought of that was enough to make his stomach wrench, to lose his steady job and his class and his sense that he’s finally found his calling- “But I will also be hunted down by the Vargas-”
“Chefs.”
“Chefs,” Antonio finished weakly. “With pizza cutters, eh? All spattered with tomato sauce?”
Lucia rolled her eyes at him. “So, you wanna finish this or what?”
“…I’m not that desperate,” he said, and began buckling up his trousers before he could get distracted again.
“You should have thought of that before you came on my tits.” Lucia didn’t seem to be fazed at all by the thought of her Mafioso family, probably because she wasn’t the one who was going to end up with an interesting new set of shoes. But suddenly her tone changed to pleading. “S-sir…” Damn her, that was a low blow, her hands caught his wrists where they were still fumbling with his belt buckle, “Sir, fuck me.”
“E-eh?”
She batted her big brown eyes at him and shifted a little closer, her tits pressed up against his chest. “I gave you a blow job, didn’t I, sir? To please you?” Was Antonio just imagining it, or was her voice suddenly breathier? “I’ve been working so hard, sir… Don’t I deserve a big reward?”
Antonio was particularly impressed by the way Lucia palmed him through his half-closed trousers when she said ‘big reward’.
He spoke slowly. “You know, you’re right. You did a good job, Miss Vargas.” She flushed; it was good to see that he wasn’t the only one the teacher-student insinuations got to. “I think I owe you.”
“Good, because-” and before she could say anything else to mess with his head, he shut her up with a kiss.
If it felt good, it probably wasn’t meant to be wrong, so why should he complain?
Her mouth was as good as it had been the first time, still salty and tasting of his sweat, and that turned Antonio on and it really shouldn’t have, to taste his mark on a student’s lips. Lucia was suddenly needy against him, her hands balled up in his white shirt. He could feel her nails on his chest, and the warmth of her body ill-fitting against his.
Antonio was beginning to have a plan; it wasn’t finished yet, but Antonio was good at making things up as he went along. Lucia squeaked in protest when he stopped kissing her, but made no objection as he trailed his lips down her jaw, down her neck, leaving bite marks and hickies that made her yelp and whimper and squirm a little bit. It probably wasn’t wise to leave a trail like that, but if Lucia couldn’t find a way to hide them then she wasn’t the girl he thought she was. It gave him a strange sense of satisfaction, to know that he was leaving her a challenge.
“Up on the table,” he murmured, pulling her onto her knees around him. She suddenly seemed to remember something, and glanced frantically at the pile of clothes on the floor.
“Wait, I brought a-”
“Not now.” Cupping his hands around her ass he pulled her up so that she was upright on her knees, he trailed his tongue down her bare stomach and reveled in the way he shivered. When had the last time been that he’d done this? Oh gosh, it had been a while- there had been a few drunken one night stands, but he hardly spent any time on those. When had the last time been that he’d really lavished attention on someone like this?
He rolled her sinfully tight, sinfully short skirt up around her waist. Antonio wasn’t surprised to see that she was wearing a lacy red thong- he wondered how much effort she’d put into preparing this, how long he’d been in her sights.
The thought turned him on, and he thought he could probably find a way to make her effort worth the while. He took her underwear in its teeth, and, his eyes locked with hers, pulled them slowly down her thighs.
“Che, some guys can’t take a hint.” Lucia grinned. “Yeah, I’m related to him. He’s my granddad. Got a problem with that?”
There was a moment of quiet, and Antonio began to speak very slowly, in the way of one struggling to put together a big picture. “So. If anyone finds out about this… Extra study time… I will not only lose my job-” and the thought of that was enough to make his stomach wrench, to lose his steady job and his class and his sense that he’s finally found his calling- “But I will also be hunted down by the Vargas-”
“Chefs.”
“Chefs,” Antonio finished weakly. “With pizza cutters, eh? All spattered with tomato sauce?”
Lucia rolled her eyes at him. “So, you wanna finish this or what?”
“…I’m not that desperate,” he said, and began buckling up his trousers before he could get distracted again.
“You should have thought of that before you came on my tits.” Lucia didn’t seem to be fazed at all by the thought of her Mafioso family, probably because she wasn’t the one who was going to end up with an interesting new set of shoes. But suddenly her tone changed to pleading. “S-sir…” Damn her, that was a low blow, her hands caught his wrists where they were still fumbling with his belt buckle, “Sir, fuck me.”
“E-eh?”
She batted her big brown eyes at him and shifted a little closer, her tits pressed up against his chest. “I gave you a blow job, didn’t I, sir? To please you?” Was Antonio just imagining it, or was her voice suddenly breathier? “I’ve been working so hard, sir… Don’t I deserve a big reward?”
Antonio was particularly impressed by the way Lucia palmed him through his half-closed trousers when she said ‘big reward’.
He spoke slowly. “You know, you’re right. You did a good job, Miss Vargas.” She flushed; it was good to see that he wasn’t the only one the teacher-student insinuations got to. “I think I owe you.”
“Good, because-” and before she could say anything else to mess with his head, he shut her up with a kiss.
If it felt good, it probably wasn’t meant to be wrong, so why should he complain?
Her mouth was as good as it had been the first time, still salty and tasting of his sweat, and that turned Antonio on and it really shouldn’t have, to taste his mark on a student’s lips. Lucia was suddenly needy against him, her hands balled up in his white shirt. He could feel her nails on his chest, and the warmth of her body ill-fitting against his.
Antonio was beginning to have a plan; it wasn’t finished yet, but Antonio was good at making things up as he went along. Lucia squeaked in protest when he stopped kissing her, but made no objection as he trailed his lips down her jaw, down her neck, leaving bite marks and hickies that made her yelp and whimper and squirm a little bit. It probably wasn’t wise to leave a trail like that, but if Lucia couldn’t find a way to hide them then she wasn’t the girl he thought she was. It gave him a strange sense of satisfaction, to know that he was leaving her a challenge.
“Up on the table,” he murmured, pulling her onto her knees around him. She suddenly seemed to remember something, and glanced frantically at the pile of clothes on the floor.
“Wait, I brought a-”
“Not now.” Cupping his hands around her ass he pulled her up so that she was upright on her knees, he trailed his tongue down her bare stomach and reveled in the way he shivered. When had the last time been that he’d done this? Oh gosh, it had been a while- there had been a few drunken one night stands, but he hardly spent any time on those. When had the last time been that he’d really lavished attention on someone like this?
He rolled her sinfully tight, sinfully short skirt up around her waist. Antonio wasn’t surprised to see that she was wearing a lacy red thong- he wondered how much effort she’d put into preparing this, how long he’d been in her sights.
The thought turned him on, and he thought he could probably find a way to make her effort worth the while. He took her underwear in its teeth, and, his eyes locked with hers, pulled them slowly down her thighs.
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