Bianca was waiting for Leah outside the classroom. The Italian girl had been a bit confused by her flat mate attitude since last Friday, but every time she tried to ask her Leah would just go off topic. She knew she was hiding something and was decided to discovered, no matter how nosy she needed to be.
"What did he want to tell you?" Bianca inquired as she typed on her phone.
"Who? Mr Sainz?" Bianca sighed and nodded, she really found annoying when her friend answered her with another question. "Ehm... Just something about the assignment. I missed some important points or something. He wants me to go to office hours later today"
"Oh... Office hours, huh? Well, I once read some stories about professors and students in office hours..." Bianca winked and Leah blushed but she put on her sunglasses when they stepped out of the building.
"Bink, please!" she shook her head while they walked towards the cafeteria. "Why are you always thinking about sex with professors? I mean, I have read what you've written about that Giovinazzi from Statistics and I don't think it's healthy"
"I only let you read those because I thought you wouldn't judge me!" the blonde girl opened the door and they both made their way to the table where some of their other friends were sitting.
"No judging, I swear" the American laughed and greeted the other international students sitting with them. She took the salad out of her bag and tied her ginger locks in a bun as the last days of the Spanish summer were making the heat almost unbearable.
Everyone was casually chatting while having lunch. However, Leah's thoughts were far away, more concretely in a hotel room in the city centre. She kept replaying those moments in her mind and she was also intrigued about why he wanted to see her later. Maybe he wanted to repeat, what Bianca had told her later about those stories sounded indeed very appealing. She was drifted away from her imagination when someone nudged her.
"Lee, are you here?" Nora, an English student asked her and Leah smiled at her. "I was asking how the class with the hot Spaniard went"
"Wait, does he teach you too?" she raised her eyebrows and took a sip of her bottle of water.
"Nope, but I've already heard a lot about him" the English girl looked directly at Bianca. "Well, and about that Giovinazzi and Ricciardo and..."
"Okay, I think we've all got the point" the blonde girl stopped her and rolled her eyes. "I can't help it if all my professors are smoking hot and decide to deliver their lectures in a suit" she sighed dramatically as the good Italian she was. Leah shook her head and rested her chin on her hand. "I looked for the Spaniard online and well, I regret nothing" she said handing Leah her phone.
She almost chocked when she saw the picture on the screen. Her professor was grinning on a boat next to a woman. He was only wearing some light blue swimming trucks which contrasted with his tanned skin. Of course, he was shirtless and showing off his defined chest and abdomen. The woman on his side had a firm grip on his waist and was looking at him with a bright smile. His raven locks were messy and she bit her lower lip, imagining again how they looked between his legs.
"Leah is drooling..." Nora laughed and Leah's cheeks turned two tomatoes. "Don't worry, I'm drooling too. Is that from his Instagram? How did you find it?"
"I did my research" she answered proudly. "Lee, didn't you have office hours with him now?" Leah looked at her watch and nodded. She stood up after putting her stuff back in her bag.
"Oh, I once read that some professors in office hour-" Leah did not let Nora continue.
"Yeah, yeah; I've already listened that once today"
"You'd better tell me later what happens in that room" she winked and her friend shook her head.
Office number 55. Leah made sure her skirt was short enough for him to realize and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. His deep voice invited her in and she shyly walked into the room, closing the door behind her. His dark brown eyes were fixed on hers as he leaned forward, his shirt clinging to his well-defined biceps. She breathed in and nervously rested his hands on her legs. He ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up and coughed before starting to talk.
"Miss Hough... Do you know why I asked you to come here?" he started without breaking the eye contact. His deep, low voice was music to her ears.
"Hm... Maybe because of the assignment for today?" she guessed although she had other ideas.
"Well, that could be. You actually did a fairly good job" his thick Spanish drawl drove her crazy and she squeezed her legs as she reminded how good it sounded when he moaned. "I was thinking more about what happened last Friday night" Smooth, straight to the point, she thought, but I can be direct too.
"Oh, the conference" she stood up and walked towards him, more confident than at the beginning. "As I told you, I really enjoyed it" she sat on the desk right in front of him. "It was pretty interesting"
"Was it?" he inquired and placed his two arms at her both sides. "Do you even remember what it was about?" he continued in a softer tone.
"Yeah..." she smiled and shrugged. "How good men look in a suit?" Mr Sainz showed a cheeky grin as his hands found his way beneath her denim skirt. She shivered at the feeling and her hips rolled forward in anticipation.
"Almost" he whispered in her ear and pulled his hands away to her hips to sit her in his lap. However, the dampness between her legs showed that she needed a bit more. "But, Miss Hough; this is so wrong" he had to admit himself that this was getting him so turned on. She had no idea, but he couldn't get her off his mind either. That Friday night kept being replayed on his mind like a broken record.
"Why is this wrong?" she murmured and let him lead her to sit on his right leg as he placed his big hands on her hips with an iron grip. He started to move her forward and backward and groaned as he felt the dampness between her legs reaching his trousers. With every move, he could feel her body tensing up, willing to release soon.
"Because I'm married" he blurted without thinking it twice. In other occasion, Leah would have stopped and slammed him so hard her hand would hurt too, but this time it just made her even more turned on. Her head was so busy right now focused on the growing length of his crotch and she leaned forward to kiss him passionately.
"Doesn't that make this even hotter?" she whimpered as she felt her high building up. His answer was cut off by her high moans once she came. Panting, she kissed him again softly and his forehead met hers. They looked at each other in the eyes and she was the first to break the silence. "This may be wrong, but now I'm addicted to it"
It has taken me a bit longer than expected to update but here it is... Did you like that little plot twist?
Next week I'm leaving to Macedonia to participate in a volunteering program and I'm very excited to do so. However, I don't think I will have a lot of free time to write so I don't know if I will be able to publish as often as I would like, I'm sorry. I'll try my best not to leave you hanging too much heh. Let me know what you think about this one, feedback is always appreciated!
Love y'all and enjoy the race weekend xx
