Chapter 2. She sucks him off

Dante listened attentively to his colleague in front of him. The topic of conversation was quite boring, but he was not a rude man, much less one to snub anyone. So there he was, listening to his colleague talk about a new class he had to teach that year.

But despite listening to a lot of nonsense, Dante's mind was elsewhere. The black-haired man smiled surreptitiously as he glanced sideways toward the exit of the institution. Then he turned his gaze back to his colleague and sighed inwardly again.

[…]

Pamela remained silent as she drove the car back home. She suspected that her cousin was a virgin, but she didn't think she was right. But when she thought about it carefully, it was more than obvious that Livia was a virgin since she wanted to be a nun.

"Do you really want to be a nun?"

"It's not as bad as you think."

"What about boyfriends? Kissing? Or that tingling feeling you get when you like a boy?"

Livia remains silent in the face of all these questions, blinking repeatedly as she remembers that gray gaze that completely unsettled her. She wonders why she thought of those eyes.

It made no sense.

"I don't need any of that, I'm not interested in boys."

"Okay, but let me tell you, you're missing out, dear cousin."

She didn't look at him that way. The young blonde looks out the window, feeling a little bad that she can't pursue her calling. Her parents were very strict and didn't approve of her decision.

But Livia wanted it with all her heart.

[...]

That morning, Livia was completely lost. No matter how many times she looked at the schedule, she couldn't find the stupid classroom. That university was like a maze.

"Damn it! I'm lost and I'm going to be very late for class," she complained angrily. She hated that institution her parents had forced her to attend.

She walked down the hallway, noticing how desolate it was, and frowned a little when she realized that as she walked further, the students were disappearing. Until she stopped and thought that maybe this wasn't the way to her classroom.

"I'll have to go back and look for Pamela.

She didn't like the idea of bothering her cousin, but she was the only one who knew the place. Well, she hoped she would be lucky and find her... Livia walks back, but before continuing, she glimpses a door with numbers that look very similar to those on her classroom door.

She checks the schedule again and realizes it is the same classroom.

"Yes, I've found it."

She quickened her pace so as not to be late, confidently opened the door, and immediately entered. Livia stopped abruptly when her eyes noticed the presence of another person.

In fact, it was the only person there.

Livia's heart almost exploded into a thousand pieces. She swallowed hard as she looked again at those gray eyes staring at her.

"We meet again!

"I'm sorry," she stammers.

She watches as the man stands up, stubs out a cigarette on the desk, then sits down and continues to stare at her.

"Are you one of those types?" Dante put his hands in his pockets without taking his eyes off the girl.

"I think... I think so."

"Really?" He frowns, the truth is that she seems quite lost and that makes him very curious. "Are you sure?"

Now that he asked her, she wasn't so sure anymore. Livia looks down to check the schedule in her hands. It was the same classroom, she didn't understand why she was there without any students, only that man.

"That's what my schedule says."

"Show me." She saw him extend his arm, and Livia noticed those arms that made her feel uneasy.

However, she walked towards him with all her fears to give him the schedule. As he took it, she saw him examine it carefully.

"You're very far from your class... mmm Livia Hamel." The blonde's eyes widened when she heard him say her name. She had completely forgotten that her name was on the sheet.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you in this hallway?" Dante leans toward her, invading her personal space. "I don't understand what you're doing here."

Livia swallows hard at the extreme closeness of this stranger, but even so, she doesn't move away. Is she crazy?

"I don't understand."

"You're in the wrong wing of the university," he suddenly showed her the schedule, pointing out that she was in the wrong place in the institution. "There are two wings in this academy, and the classroom you're looking for is on the other side."

"Then..."

"Then you're going to have to walk a long way back, and judging by the start time and the professor you've been assigned, you'll never make it in time. And if you do manage to get there, believe me, you'll miss the class.

Dante looks at that angelic face and that look of concern that makes him feel compassion. She was a very beautiful girl, something he had never experienced at that university.

The dark-haired man looks down at her pink, slightly chapped lips. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a trace of makeup. Her rosy cheeks were natural, and her smooth skin was captivating.

"I think you're in a bit of trouble," Livia stares intently at the man whose gaze immediately immobilizes her body. "Don't you think so, Livia?" Dante brushes her lips with his thumb.

"What?" she replied in a whisper.

"That you're in a bit of a mess..." He slides his finger across the center of her lips, managing to open them slightly until he can see her teeth. "Or maybe it's me who's in a bit of a mess."

Livia blinks, as if in a trance. All she can do is breathe in those moments, nothing else.

Dante smiles slyly as he slowly approaches Livia's lips. As soon as he brushes his mouth against hers, he feels the blonde flinch, but the cunning man takes her neck in his hand to prevent her from pulling away from him.

At that moment, he tastes those pink, chapped lips, and as soon as he touches them, the dark-haired man closes his eyes just as his tongue invades Livia's mouth. He bends over considerably as she is quite small for him.

He wraps one arm around her narrow waist until he presses Livia's body against his. She wasn't even touching him; in fact, she wasn't responding to the kiss. When he pulls away from her a little, he opens his eyes to see that expression of shame reflected in her gaze.

But she didn't open her eyes, she just stayed in the same position in which she was kissed. The dark-haired man rubs his wet lips with his finger, hoping she will open her eyes and look at him.

"Livia," he whispered very softly.

She still didn't look at him, as if she were in another dimension. This emboldened him to drag her fragile body to the desk, where he sat her down on the wooden table until he managed to separate her thighs and slip between them.

Holding the blonde by the waist with one arm and by the neck with the other, Dante takes possession of her lips again, but this time he takes Livia by the chin. He kisses her mouth, feeling her flinch again.

The dark-haired man squeezes her waist a little, bringing their bodies closer together. Slowly, one of his hands moves down to the curve of her hip, then a little further until it reaches Livia's thigh.

He continued kissing her while slowly sliding his hand down her thigh. That day she was wearing a pleated skirt, which was strange since no other students wore that type of clothing at the university.

However, he didn't complain because it made everything easier for him.

He pulled his lips away from Livia's just as he felt the skin of her leg, and Dante licked his lips when he noticed that her mouth was slightly swollen.

"Livia, I want you to look at me."

"Huh?" she replied as if she really wasn't there.

"Just open your eyes for me."

The blonde barely obeyed that command. The truth was that she didn't understand what was happening, but what she was experiencing transported her to another world from which she couldn't escape.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a gaze full of power, those gray eyes hypnotizing her again. They were so captivating, and that damn glint that signaled danger was so... so...

Even she didn't know what it was.

"You..."

"Like that, I prefer you to look me in the eyes."

Little by little, Dante began to slide his fingers over the soft skin of her leg until he found the garter on the side of her panties. As soon as he felt it, he began to pull it down.

He gently lifted Livia's ass to pull the garment down without taking his eyes off her, holding her body with one arm, and he didn't stop until he had pulled the panties off her ankle. Dante bit his lip slightly when he decided to run his hand down the center of Livia's thighs.

His skilled fingers gently rub her pussy, and when he feels the flesh of her outer lips, he realizes that she is soaking wet. He widens his eyes a little as he feels that his erection would break his damn pants.

He clenches his jaw, knowing that once he puts one of his fingers inside that woman's body, he will be lost. However, he doesn't give a damn about the consequences and continues with his task.

He inserts his middle finger between the folds of Livia's vagina.

"AAHHH!" she gasps loudly as if she were having an orgasm.

Dante licks his lips hungrily as soon as he feels the extreme wetness inside Livia's vagina.

"Damn, you're so wet," he growls as he grabs her chin. "I like women who get wet like this."

The dark-haired man notices that Livia's gaze crystallizes, and it's not exactly because of tears; she's completely aroused. It's a level of arousal that even he has never witnessed before.

"Do you want more than my fingers?" he murmurs against her lips. "Do you want more?"

"Please... please..." Livia swallows hard.

What was all this? Why was this man touching her sex? Why was he doing this to her? But above all those questions, why did she feel like she liked it? Why was she enjoying it?

It was such a strange feeling, but at the same time so delicious... it made her mouth water. It was inexplicable, but she wanted more and knew it was wrong. What she was doing with this stranger was wrong.

Livia bites her lips as she softens her gaze when she feels him push his finger a little deeper.

"Ahh!" she gasped, those moans were beyond her control. "Please..." Livia clung to the man's arms, but her idea was to try to push him away, yet he was like her weakness.

Dante looks at her flushed cheeks and her obvious weakness, which makes him remove his fingers from Livia's pussy. He brings his hand to his mouth, the object of the blonde's gaze. Then he takes hold of her lips to kiss her fiercely.

And just as he kissed her, he released her to bend down, Dante spread Livia's thighs to see that beautiful, small, and very pink pussy of that girl.

"Oh, shit! This is possible..."

Livia's vagina was small, the lips covering the opening of her intimacy were so pink and tender that his mouth watered in seconds.

"Fuck, I'm definitely going to suck her."