A collaboration involving Professor Hiddleston and Professor Evans- The two are rivals at a posh New England university and have no idea they both have taken interest in the lovely Thalia Bareo. She’s a grad student with interests in language and history; a sassy full-figured Puerto Rican girl from Chicago. Story updates are posted on Wednesdays and Sundays.
Word count: 4654
Warnings: Language, Adult Situations, food porn, NSFW, nipple play, oral sex, face fuck, delayed gratification, edging, denied orgasm
Summary: Chris takes Thalia on a date since their last meeting in public lead to a fight. This time he intends to make it perfect.
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The next night, Chris can’t believe how beautiful she looks in the wrap style red dress with a simple gold chain at her neck. The little pendant falls just so in her bountiful cleavage and he can’t wait to take a closer look at it later. The heels honestly make her the same height as him, and he’s so honored to have her on his arm as the whole place seems to watch them walk to their table. Her shoulders are back and her head is held high, but with his hand on the small of her back, he can feel her trembling, a total ball of nerves. Holding her seat out for her, as she sits, he can’t help the small whistle of appreciation that escapes his lips. “Christopher! Behave yourself,” she admonishes him, her smile growing by the minute.
Pushing her chair in, he leans down over her shoulder, whispering in her ear. “So does that dress have one or two ties holding it closed?”
“Stop it!” She blushes as she swats his arm.
Taking the seat closest to her, she eyes him warily. “I believe it’s proper etiquette to sit across from the lady at dinner so you can admire her. You’re in the wrong seat, sir.”
She halts her teasing when the waiter comes to take their drink orders. Chris watches her bite her lip as his hand runs up her thigh, holding back his own laughter when she clamps her legs shut tight.
Pushing his hand away when the waiter leaves, she rises proper again. “Chris, stop. I mean,” she shakes her head and blushes. “Chris. I really don’t want you to stop, but,” she sighs and scrunches her face up the way she sometimes does when she doesn’t want to say what she needs to say that Chris finds so adorable.
“When you do that, and scrunch your nose and pout out your lips, it’s adorable,” Chris tells her.
Blushing, the pink rose brings out her freckles and he leans back in his seat, placing his hands on the table. “What did you want to tell me, Niña?
She tilts her head back and pushes her hair from her face. This is going to be a long night if he can’t stop his thoughts or his hands. “Babe, I rarely get taken on ‘fancy’ dates like this.” She gestures to the menu, “I don’t even know what half this stuff is; it’s exciting and makes me feel special. I want to enjoy it. I’ve worked in restaurants before.” Her hand rests on his, laying on the table. “The staff always knows when the woman is getting groped under the table; I don’t want to be that gi- that woman tonight. Please.” She licks her lips nervously waiting for his response.
Nodding his head, he takes a drink of water with his free hand. With his other, he turns it slowly and slides his fingers to entwine with hers. “I understand; tonight is about you.” Reaching across he tucks her hair behind her ear and says, “Anything you want, just ask. But I can’t control my thoughts and when I get you home with me tonight, you’re all mine.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she grins.
Scouring the menu, they both make their decisions and laugh at the combination of fruits and vegetables in the salad. She tears off a small bite of the seasoned garlic bread and her absolute joy is heavenly. “Carbs,” she whispers. “Oh, my God…”
“What are talking about?” Laughing as he dips his bread in the olive oil. “So we don’t ‘date’ but we eat together a lot. I’ve seen you eat pizza, pancakes and hamburgers and those-”
“You know, as an adult male, those are really unhealthy food options. I should feed you better,” she giggles. “A Puerto Rican girl this size? She can cook! Arroz con gandules…. Oh, as cold as it’s been I should fix asopao. No. No, you’re Italian, I should make pastelón! You’ll never want regular lasagna again.”
Her eyes gleam and dance, her accent growing thick as the foreign words fall from her lips. “Yes to all of it, whatever you want, considering I have no idea what any of that is, but I love hearing you say it. Growing up, did your family visit Puerto Rico?”
Thalia tells him her adventures as a child visiting her father’s family and running through the fields of sugarcane with her cousins who still lived on the island. She pauses long enough for the waiter to serve their meals and she turns her questions to him, asking about his travels and journeys as a historian. Through discussion they even discover at one point they had both been swimming in the caves at Grand Cenote on the Yucatan peninsula within days of one another and had been to many ‘off the map’ historic stops, leaving them to wonder if they had crossed paths years before, when Thalia was still an undergrad.
The conversation flows freely and lightly. Chris watches in awe as he can see her brain jump from one topic to the next and she shares so many random facts about the places they’ve both seen, things he didn’t even know. Her skin glows in the candle light on the table and as she relaxes, her posture falls a bit, allowing the front of her dress to gape just enough to provide him with a lovely view. Occasionally she rubs her leg against his and smiles innocently. But the damn little lick of her lip lets him know she knows exactly what she’s doing.
When the meal winds down, Chris wipes his mouth on his napkin and lays it next to his plate. “So Miss Teaching Assistant; what’s my grade? Did I pass our first date? You’re not still mad at me like the other night? I wasn’t sure who to worry more about- you killing me or Jim?”
A quick pink rises up her chest and across her cheeks. “Sorry about that little display. Oh, but thank you by the way for the heater; you didn’t have to do that; you never answered my text? And I really hate presents, just so you know.” Tilting her head from side to side, she rubs her lips together. “I was having a really bad day, but you know about that? You reported the creep? I heard about that…” Her eyes drop briefly and the shade of pink grows darker. “I spoke in anger, and I said things I didn’t me-”
Putting his hand over hers, “Thalia, you were right. You’re too amazing to keep hidden away. I should be taking you out, enjoying things with you. And I sure as hell hope I’ve never made you feel the way you said. If I did, I’m so, so sorry, and I will do everything I can to fix it. If I’ve ever made you feel not important or special to me-” Stopping himself he sighs. He scoffs. “Wanna hear something funny? Everyone knew how crazy I was about my wife. Oh, I know girls took my class just to get a look at me, and there were jokes about trading favors for As, but none of that was true. Thalia, you are the first woman to catch my eye since my divorce.” He grasps her hands and moves closer to her, looking into her dark eyes. “I wanna make sure you hear this… When I make a commitment, I’m there. I’m all in. I may have sown a few wild oats after the divorce; I’d been with the same woman since I was twenty- two. But revenge sex wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and at my age now, I grew tired of it. I hadn’t been with anyone in nearly five months till you came along. You are important to me. And too bad, there will be more gifts because I like getting little things for people I care about. It’s no different than you making me dinner or bringing me breakfast on days we work together.” He winks at her, removing his glasses and putting them in his coat pocket. “And if I haven’t said it before, or made you feel it, shame on me. I’d like to make that up to you tonight, if you’ll let me.”
Her eyes are wide with his confession and he wonders what she thinks. As he’s been talking her mouth has slowly dropped open, breathing as though she can’t get enough air and her hands are warm in his. “Yes, Chris, I’d like that. Very much.” Dropping her eyes, she blushes and says quietly, “You’re important to me too. I like the time we share together. It’s… different.”
Briefly he wonders if she means ‘different’ as in how the other man in her life treats her,or ‘different’ in general to past experiences. For a split second, he considers asking her. But this isn’t the time or place and secretly he prides himself on keeping his jealousy to himself. He has to make himself look good and doesn’t want to tip his hand, and show her how damn envious he really is. “I like hearing that Thalia… I hope you don’t mind, but I have other plans for us tonight and I’d like-”
“No dessert? Chris, you can’t take a fat girl to a fancy restaurant like this and not have dessert,” she laughs, tugging on his arm playfully.
“You’re not fat, dammit, and I know you’re saying that now as a joke, but I really wish you wouldn’t.” His hand brushes against her thigh under the table and he feels her tremble as her breath catches and he moves closer to her. Sweeping her hair over her shoulder, his fingers drag gently through her long tresses and her tongue flicks out to lick her lips in desire. “I like when you tremble at my touch, Niña. It shows me you’re mine and you want me. Every man in this room has their eyes on you; they want you.” Leaning in the smell of sweet orchids on her skin fills his nose and heightens his senses. “They are jealous of me and envision things we might do, and wish it was them. And the women are envious of your beautiful hair and glowing skin. You look positively radiant tonight darling. Red is definitely your color.”
Tears rim her eyes and she blinks them away. “I’m beautiful to you, Chris. Thank you, but not everyone else sees me that way.”
He wonders again about her other companion and slowly pushes his chair back, signaling to the waiter. “I’m sure someone does,” his tone hardens for a moment. To the waiter, he simply hands over his credit card and asks for the rest of their meal to be boxed up. Another server arrives to carry things away. “I have a special treat planned for later, Niña. You’ll get more than one type of sweet treat later, I promise.”
Giggling she shakes her head and pushes her chair back. Chris rises as she does and she excuses herself to the ladies room. Eyeing her as she saunters away, he worships the sway of her hips, the form fitting dress showing off every curve.
Driving back into town, holding hands tightly in her lap, she watches the city pass through the window. Taking his eyes from the road, he views her strong profile and his heart flips. Turning to him, she winks at catching his gaze. “Where are we? I don’t recognize this part of town.”
“I wanted to be away from campus; found a duplex housing unit that had a playground for Avery.”
“Oh,” she whispers quietly. “So we’re going back to your house?”
Sensing her hesitancy, he provides an out. “We don’t have to; we can go back to your place… Or we can get a hotel?”
“No. No hotels.” She fidgets in her seat, looking out the window as she gathers her thoughts. In her quiet husky tone she admits, “It just feels really… intimate. That’s your home, with your daughter. Are you sure?”
Raising their hands to his lips, he turns the car down the dark road and gently kisses the back of her hand. Sighing happily, he tells her. “I appreciate your concern, Thalia, but I‘m a grown man. I wouldn’t bring you here if I didn’t want you to be a part of my life, whatever part of it you want. Avery’s not here, of course, and to be honest, I haven’t decided yet about you two meeting. She’d love you, and no one can help but fall in love with her. It’s just-”
“If she’s half as amazing as her dad, I’m sure I would adore her. Babe, you don’t have to explain it to me.” Her eyes glisten in the dark. “Kid of divorce. I get it. It takes a special person to take on additional baggage. Some days I feel like just a kid myself…” Her voice changes. “And no child should be subjected to growing attached to new people who appear in their lives just as suddenly as they leave. You’ll know when and if it’s right for us to meet…”
In the driveway, he places the car in park. “Thalia Bareo, I don’t think there’s anything you can’t handle. You’re so giving and flexible, and you-”
Her giggles stop him and he starts laughing too. “And you have a very filthy mind, and I adore that.”
Reaching over to her in the dark he wraps his fingers in her thick mass of curls and she doesn’t even wait for him to pull her close. Their lips collide in the middle, meeting over the damn center console. Her hands grip his tie and yanks him to her as their mouths open and their tongues caress against one another and she releases a lusty sigh. “Been waiting on you all night to do that; took you long enough,” she teases.
His hands reach into her warm winter coat and he pulls away at the top of her dress, groping at her full breast under the satin and lace. Loudly she moans against his mouth and his cock stirs. God, he wants her. He wastes no time and pushes her back, leaning over the center divide between them to rest against her as he kneads at the tender flesh peeking out of her bra. Shoving the fabric aside he exposes one of her dark nipples to the cold air and pinches it between his fingers. Greedy, his kisses grow with intensity as he alternates between kissing her deeply and nipping at her swollen lips. While their mouths reacquaint with one another, Thalia loosens his tie and makes haste with the buttons on his crisp white dress shirt.
Cold from the winter air her hands dart across his skin in feather light touches, running her fingertips through the soft scattering of hair on his chest. Sliding his mouth down over her jawline, he licks a stripe of wet along her exposed graceful neck before nibbling back up to her ear. She tilts her head back against the cold glass window and she finds her words again. “We’re not fourteen and you’re gonna hurt yourself there, big boy,” she teases as her hands slide down to rest on his waist, his hard cock pressing into her belly. “And it’s cold as hell out here. I’m assuming your bed is warmer?”
Climbing off her, he collapses into his seat. “I knew I should have asked for the mini-van in the divorce,” he chuckles, squeezing her fingertips.
She simply rolls her eyes. “I’m a lady, kind sir. I don’t shag in a vehicle,” she teases with the mocked air of royalty.
“Fine, Princess. Stay seated, let me help you. The driveway is slick.” Looking over to her beautifully aroused body he reaches across and pulls her dress back in place over her exposed breasts. “Wrap back up. It’s cold, and I don’t want you getting sick.”
Getting out of the car and watching for ice himself, he mumbles aloud. “‘I don’t want you getting sick.’ Hell, I’m not her father. That’s just weird, Chris, get it together.”
A sound makes him look at her through the front window and he sees her hiding behind her hand, her eyes wide. He raises his arms to shrug a silent question and slips on the ice, catching himself on the grill of the car. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Good going. Throw out your back like on old man before you can even get her in bed, Jesus fuckin’-”
Reaching for her door handle, he laughs when he opens it and she has a small pair of flats sitting in her lap. “Is that why your purse is so big? You had shoes in there? Or is it like a closet door to Narnia,” he teases.
Spinning around on her ample bottom, her skirt hikes up, exposing her bare thigh as she swings her feet out to the ground. His eyes follow along the long stretch of her leg as she quickly removes her heels and replaces them with the flats. “A Narnia reference, really? I would have gone with Hermione’s handbag myself.”
“Who?” he laughs but loses his attention when she runs her hand down her leg to put on the other slipper. Damn. The image of her hands caressing over her dark skin makes him hard. He’s been holding his thoughts in all evening and now he can allow them to run free. A release of sorts…
“The heels go back on later,” he says gruffly, thankful for the long winter wool coat hiding his growing bulge. “Were you laughing at me?”
Nodding her head vigorously her curls shake rapidly. “I was! I could hear you talking to yourself, you fool.” She blushes and her smile grins from ear to ear. “Its sweet you worry about me but please, dear God, don’t throw out your back,” she giggles again, hiding behind her hand.
Blushing, he whispers, “Damn. You weren’t supposed to hear all that.”
He holds his arm out to her and she rises carefully, making sure the surface isn’t slick. Out of the car, he kisses her again, inhaling her warm breath and then blowing it back out to see the bubble of condensation released into the winter night air. Reaching for the left overs in the back seat, he then holds his arm to her, crooked at the elbow for her to link hers in his. “If we fall, I’m grabbing for the steaks and you have to fend for yourself,” she tells him and they both nearly fall on the patch of ice when they throw their heads back in laughter.
Walking up the front sidewalk, he’s focused on their steps, so they don’t get hurt. She makes him feel young and vibrant, and he almost wishes they were dressed better for an impromptu snowball fight. The idea makes him smile, picturing the two of them rolling around in the snow, trying to shove it down each other’s shirts and going inside later for a hot shower to warm up and-
“What the hell!” He’s startled by the cold against his cheek and neck.
“You squeal like a girl!” Laughing, she drops his arm and moves quickly ahead, more snow from the bushes in her gloved hands. “Chicago, babe. I know how to pack a snowball.” She throws it and hits him squarely in the chest.
“Fuck!” He shouts stalking towards her as she grabs the porch rail and moves away from him. “Tomorrow. Tomorrow we will dress for a proper fight, and I will show you how a Boston boy makes snowballs.”
“Boston boys are all talk,” she taunts him brushing the snow from his coat while he unlocks the front door.
Her playful smile tugs at his heart but he doesn’t want to let his guard down now.
The door unlocked, he quickly snakes his free hand around her waist, pulling her close. “Lucky for you we’re all action too,” he says, kicking the door open and walking her backwards over the threshold. Closing it against the cold air, he tosses the bag of food on the floor and spins her, pinning her back against the wooden door.
“Oh, really? Next thing you know, you’ll be trying to tell me Fenway’s better than Wrigley,” she taunts, her breathing already labored as he pulls at the buttons on her coat and rocks his body against hers, his mouth devouring her neck.
He bites roughly and she sucks in the air deeply, but no sound is released. Her head falls to the side, silent approval of his force and he bites again, his hands finally inside her coat. He growls against her skin, “I’m going to forget you said that. I’m going to make you forget everything tonight. You’re mine tonight, Thalia, do you understand me?”
“All yours, babe.” The smile is evident in her voice.
His lips continue to lick and suck her neck, but he doesn’t leave any marks. Not yet. His hands rub firmly over the front of her body and he grabs the lapels of her coat, pulling her close and away from the door. Quickly he yanks it off of her and then removes his as her hands grasp at his tie- the tie she gave him, and tugs at the other buttons on his shirt. Pulling harder than intended, she gasps when one little disk flies off and her mouth forms a perfectly round “oh.”
“Oh, baby, that’s so beautiful when your mouth does that.” He runs his fingertip across her glossed lips as she pushes his shirt back over his shoulders, and down his arms. Her tongue teases the rough pad of skin and he dips his finger inside her mouth. Her eyes instantaneously darken and the heated sound she makes is very primal, hitting Chris in his gut. Her lips wrap around his finger and her tongue strokes the length. One hand still claws at his bicep, but the other takes hold of his hand at her mouth. Gripping his wrist tightly, she slides his hand in and out, a promise of what’s to happen.
Chris can’t take it. His voice is dark and deep. “Fuuuck… On your knees. Do it again.”
Stepping back slightly, he makes room for her, staring in disbelief as she tugs free the ties from her dress and it falls open to reveal a cream colored satin lingerie set with black lace. The outline of her new tattoo peeks above the lace and he can’t wait to feast his eyes and lips upon the ink stain on her skin. She shimmies out of the covering and drops to her knees, grabbing for his belt buckle and pulling on it roughly. “Beautiful, Thalia. Fucking beautiful,” he sighs as her manicured nails tease at his bulge hidden in his dress slacks.
His head drops forward to watch her as she tugs free the belt from his waist. He shrugs the shirt from his shoulders, pulling it loose from the waist of his pants. When she she tilts her head back and their eyes connect he is lost in their chocolate depths. Dark and husky she asks, “Can I touch you?”
Asking permission. Fuck, that’s so hot. He simply grunts in response, at a loss for words.
Slowly her hand slides the zipper down, feathering her fingers along the exposed fabric of his boxer briefs. Uncontrollably he jumps at the attention and his cock throbs for more of her touch. He just wants to tell her to hurry up, but she deserves the right to some control as well. She’s so damn good at it. His precome seeps through the elastic waistband as her hand reaches in his pants and cups under his balls,the fabric rough against his tight skin. Lifting up from her knees, she brings her mouth to his covered cock and blows warmly across him.
Weakened by the open mouthed kisses she places on the cotton fabric, he clutches his hands at his side, bracing himself not to rush her. Her breath hot, her nose brushes from his base to the tip. Tucking her fingers in the waist of his pants, she pulls both garments down tugging over the curve of his toned ass. As he pops free his hard shaft springs into her face and she instantly takes it into her mouth, pushing his pants down his long legs. Her lips tease just his head and he falls forward reaching out to the closed door to catch himself. Tantalizingly her tongue swirls around the swollen tip as she taps his leg to step out of the clothing. Caressing her hands up the backs of his legs she squeezes and pulls his ass cheeks and his heightened breaths fill the air. “So fucking good, Niña.”
She begins to take skillful measures with her tongue and teeth, skimming over his veiny ridges as she sucks him into her mouth. His free hand grasps her hair and pulls it tight and she stops, understanding the unspoken command. Stretched, her mouth still holds him. The longer he makes her wait he can feel her salivating, her mouth literally watering for him.
“Do you want it?” he asks gruffly, tugging her hair.
Her teeth clamp on him, but not too rough and her muffled sound is affirmative. Releasing her pressure, he wraps her hair tighter around his hand and grasps the back of her head, holding her still as he begins to face fuck her, reaching the back of her throat and she takes every inch. Her eyes watering, he slows as her hands slide around the front of his thighs and her thumbs push against his taint. His moans fill the air and his sac tightens. The caresses of her hands and mouth are just perfect and he’d love nothing more than to shoot his load into her mouth. Loosening the grip on the back of her head, her hands continue kneading him and slip around to gently hold his balls, rolling them between her fingers. The other hand grasps his shaft, adding a sinful stroking motion to coincide with the sliding of her hot pink lips.
The vision below him is heaven and he’s so close to coming. His hand wraps over the top of hers and he aids with the pulling and tugging, adding extra force. The feeling wells up from his toes but he holds back, not wanting the sensation to end. Tilting her head up her eyes are full of lust as he watches her glide across his cock again.
Thalia pulls off with an echoing smack. Still stroking him, eyes connected with his, her smile grows wide and devilish. Her hands still and she rises up to a standing position, confined in the space between him and the door. She wipes the spit from her lips and flicks her tongue out quickly.
Chris can’t believe it. She’s carried him to the brink and stopped… He chuckles and bites his lip, continuing to pump on his own. Thalia leans her ass against the door, reaching through the pile of clothes for her discarded heels. She lifts one leg and slides a shoe on as he had requested, then repeats the same with the other, running her hands up her curvy legs, stopping at the top of her thick thighs to adjust her panties.
“I’d stop that if I were you. I didn’t say you could come yet,” she declares as she walks out from under his arm, the confident clicking of her shoes against the hardwood floors. His silk tie is in her hand and trailing the floor behind her. “You promised dessert. Where’s the kitchen?”
Pure evil. Pure sass. Pure Thalia.
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