I’m back with another fanfic! I had it ready for a while, but I never had time to post it and with the arrival of episode 7 I decided to do it! 😉
This is a CandyxRayan (NSFW), always with my candy Luce 😉
I look in the mirror for the umpteenth time. What am I doing? I think while I take off my shirt to throw it on the bed in bulk, along with the others I’ve tried and don’t satisfy me. I’m definitely too keen with this story.
<< I’m ridiculous … Aaah! >> I even put the body stocking. The bordeaux red lace stands out on my skin, which interrupts the light that distinguishes me. I just can’t get it anything, my mind is in confusion, not even my first boyfriend. I really need Rosa right now, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind giving me a pat on the back and pushing me inside that apartment.
It was the first time Rayan had invited me. He didn’t seem so sure either, yet the idea had come out like that, like something natural. Moreover it’s been a month since that fateful kiss that started this huge secret.
My cell phone vibrates and I’m run to look at the sender. I’m agitated, of course, but I don’t want Rayan cancel everything. Fortunately, his last message dates back to this morning, after lessons, with the location and infos of his apartment.
Who wrote me instead is Rosa: “Fighting! I can’t be there with you, but know that I think of you!💪” And I smiling like an idiot. It is as if he had a sixth sense for these things, as if we were mentally connected.
This gives me the charge and I know that if it should go wrong, there is always my best friend ready to hearten me.
I opt for a pastel-colored sweater that fits comfortably and jeans ripped at the knees. A simple style and nothing that makes you think about what I really want. I look at myself in a mirror for the last time and, having put my hair in a disheveled chignon, I’m ready to leave the room to reach his apartment.
Yeleen is on the bed listening to the Crowstorms with headphones. I would say that at least in this I’m lucky to have a uncaring roommate.
I leave the campus with a small smile on my lips. The apartment is not far, just 10 minutes walk and it does not take long to arrive. I was quite discreet, I would have looked around at least 100 times before ringing the bell.
The noise of the cornet rising makes my heart race. Calm down, Luce! His deep voice interrupts the silence.
<< Who is it? >> asks as a precaution, as if he didn’t expect any visit. He knows perfectly well that it is always better to prevent than to cure, especially if a professor invites one of his student into his own home.
<< Ehm … I’m Luce. >> my voice comes out a little insecure and with a last look control the neighborhood. The sound of the door that opens makes me realize that I can’t turn away, then push the handle to enter and let it close behind me.
I take a deep breath and start climbing the first flight of stairs.
I follow the instructions that he gave me in the message and I stop in front of his door, left a bit ajar. I can see a glimpse of his apartment, until the door suddenly opens and I’m standing in front of a smiling Rayan.
<<Hey. Come in! >> doesn’t give me the time to respond that takes me by the hand and drag me inside. I can say that it was just as I expected it.
His apartment is really bright. Most of the furniture is white unlike the sofa and the carpet that have a light gray color that detaches from the rest. Even the plants in front of the window seem to shine near the black TV. And this is just the living room, I don’t want to think about the rest of the house.
He loosens his grip and before I notice it, my hand is no longer enveloped by his warmth. I look at him surprised, I didn’t expect anything better from Professor Rayan Zaidi.
<< Do you want a cup of tea? In the meantime, I’ll let you explore. >> There is no malice in his voice. Of course, I’m the only one who always thinks badly.
<< Sure, you choose for me. You know I’m not fussy. >> I leave him the choice of tea, now he could say to know me, in the end we have similar tastes.
I watch him take a seat in the kitchen, which is also quite bright and coordinated with the living room. He, however, definitely stands out too much with that simple but close-fitting shirt. Not to mention the bordeaux sweatpants that tighten at the ankles. It’s the first time I see him so sporty. I’m used to the appearance of the perfect Prof. Zaidi and it’s strange to see him in these garments.
First of all, I take off my shoes leaving in the entrance, never let the polished floor get dirty. I start looking at the many books on the shelves. There’s a bit of everything, from Oscar Wilde to some modern and contemporary art books.
I move from the living room to the bedroom. It surprises me that there isn’t a door connecting the two rooms, but simply an opening. The bed is double and there is a smell of clean sheets. They have that light blue color that I like so much, as if they had been put on purpose. But I don’t suffer so much on the bed, but on the bookcase that is on the side when you enter.
Definitely bare, but with photos of when he was young - not that he is still - and some model of bike. I take one in my hand. Red flaming and not very heavy, it seems one of those that are taken with magazines on newsstands. Imagine him struggling with these things makes me smile. Really, I didn’t think he could be passionate about motorcycles.
<< I see you’ve discovered my secret! >> his amused voice resounds in the room and I turn around giving one of my famous smiles with the dimples, those that he likes so much.
<< Wow! even the perfect Rayan Zaidi has something to hide. >> I’m poking him a little, floating the model in my hands. I like to show him the real me, the one who doesn’t mind saying stupid things or making fun of him.
<< I’m not perfect. >> gives me a relaxed smile.
For me you are.
I wanted to tell him, but I preferred to keep smiling as I looked at the cups in his hands. Tea was ready.
<< Here, keep yours. >> hands me one of the cups, but I stop to look at them before I can drink the contents. They were definitely horrible, someone had to tell him that he would have to review his tastes.
Puff amused particularly by the cup I have in my hand. It’s white with black spots and a cow with lipstick appears in the middle.
<< Don’t be offended, but they are really bad! >> I return to giggle thinking about how strange it is that he has some things at home, knowing the authoritarian figure he assumes outside.
<< I admit it, they are horrible! >> he laughs too and I love these moments of simplicity together.
<< But in my defense I can say that I took them without thinking. I needed it to have breakfast. >> I’m nodding amused by the affair, while he begins to sip his tea. I take a sip too and I am pleasantly surprised by the taste I feel. A pleasant tangle of anise, fennel and licorice root makes its way into the mouth. Definitely had the infusion guessed.
<< Next time I’ll give you one. >> my tone is still light and carefree while in his smile there is a note of sweetness.
How beautiful is when he smiles.
His eyes linger on the model of the bike that I still have in my hand. I don’t know why, but I didn’t even think about putting it back on their post.
<< Almost, I keep it! She’s so cute. >> I support the half-full cup of tea on the cabinet and start playing with the model, as if I were a child. I know that doing so teases.
<< Hey, you can’t go around with my secret! Then what will become of my reputation? >> smiles and he’s in on it. As if kissing a student and spending the day whit her, doesn’t ruin his reputation. But he knows it well, oh well he knows, and yet he doesn’t seem to care at the moment.
He looks so carefree.
<< Ah no?! Poor… what are you going to do to me? >> I’m still poking him a bit, ready to escape if there was a need.
<< Don’t provoke me, little girl! >> this time yes, there is a tone of malice in his voice. He puts his cup on the cabinet and sprints away to catch me. There isn’t much room for maneuver, but I can get away from him moving agile around the room. The only thing that separates us is the bed.
I show him the model and I come back to laugh, while he chews on his lower lip. I linger for a second on his lips: when he biting those lips was the end of the world.
This time I don’t have the reflexes ready as recently, with a sprint he overcome the bed and I finish in his big arms. Thus began, to tickle me on the hips - great weakness - and I can’t stop laughing.
<< Aaah. P-please, no! >> I beg him as I try to get away from his grip. Our bodies touch each other over and over again and slowly the torture ends, until we find ourselves facing each other.
I dive into his emerald green eyes that gently caress my soul and forcefully break my armor. I get lost and make me fall in love even more.
They tempt me. Those damned eyes, overflowing with art.
He gently caresses my cheek with an equally sweet look, adding a smile of love. He bend the head and finally takes hold of my lips.
I surround his neck with my arms, letting the model fall from my hands and I close my eyes, savoring the taste of an orange infusion in his mouth. I bite his lower lip, I want to play a little before losing myself completely. His hands, instead, explore my body under the sweater and I feel my skin burning at that delicate touch.
Our tongues mix with a sumptuous kiss, until they come off to catch our breath. But Rayan doesn’t stop. His lips are hot when they pass over my neck and a shiver runs through my back.
I’m catch up in the excitement I raise his t-shirt and take it off, showing his abs. His muscles were strong enough to crush me, but despite this he kept me with the delicacy of someone dealing with a child.
I start to caress it as something precious. At that moment Rayan slipped off my sweater, leaving my white breast uncovered. And here is the appearance of the bordeaux lace bra, although before it didn’t convince me, now I can’t care less.
He resumes kissing me and I smile against his lips. Our hands continue to explore our respective bodies, until a thrill crossed me a moment before breaking the kiss and being lifted by the dark.
He holds me by the thighs and I weaves the legs and the arms to hold better his naked skin and not let it go. A moan of pleasure comes out involuntary when Rayan passes from the neck to the breast.
It’s a sweet feeling that I haven’t felt for a long time. But that ends too soon. His eyes stare at me with a note of concern.
<<Luce… maybe we shouldn’t… >> the carefreeness from before leaves room for doubt and torment. Now it’s late for second thoughts, we’re already over.
<< Shhh. Kiss me. >> I take his face in my hands and kiss him with feeling and passion. I don’t want his face filled with torments, ruining this moment… it would be unfair.
He isn’t able to resist me and, after a few steps, he loses me over the bed.
I smile and drag him over me. I could feel his chest naked on my breasts and his breath speed up more and more.
He hangs my hands over my head, like he was afraid that I could run away. Who wants it? I think as our legs intertwine and our breaths come together in another kiss. A shiver of pleasure makes itself felt in the most intimate parts and my skin becomes electric under his touch.
Rayan’s mouth burns everywhere. The tongue tastes my skin and the lips trace a burning path from neck to belly. I can’t help biting my lower lip in a thrill of excitement. The body of the dark man arches against my lips over and over again, leaving room for some hint of laughter, which teaches me not to have to tease him in that way anymore.
Kiss and bite my body, as if it were the best thing he had ever tasted.
<< Rayan… >> I call his name with desire and a faint voice, feeling his excited member press between the fabric of the pants and my abdomen. I wanted to satisfy it, oh, how I needed to touch it, to feel it mine.
He loosens his grip and gives me back my freedom. I take off my bra and jeans, leaving me completely naked. In the meantime he takes off his pants, showing even more the pronounced erection.
He return to touch and kiss my body, especially in the parts still unexplored, but I’m going to make him enjoy the same way. His fingers gently caress me and I’m literally losing my mind.
With determination I take a position and push him on the bed, leading me astride him.
This time it was my turn to give him pleasure.
I begin to move in a sensual way, rubbing over his pelvis. I craved more than anything else that contact and a moan of pleasure came out of his lips, which seized my breast, kissing and licking the sensitive parts.
I move only a little to get his member in his hands and start a fluctuating movement, interspersing the rhythm. First slow and then faster.
Rayan can’t hold back any moans of pleasure and continues to bite those lips. I know that he would like to be able to take the lead.
<< They should make illegal the way you bite your lips. >> I point out with a touch of malice and a provocative smile.
His eyes are closed, intent to savor every bit of pleasure in this moment.
I gasp as the pleasure drags my head and increases when he is inside of me. We are finally one.
<< Luce… >> calls my name in a desperate moan and I lean on his chest. I go up and down with a perfect rhythm. Our faces are close and I feel the breaths mix. I savor his lips several times, while my pelvis doesn’t stop.
Rayan grabs my buttocks by commanding the rhythm, he didn’t want to be outdone. His breathing becomes more and more labored and fast, along with mine. From this position I can feel the beat of his heart accelerated, he seems almost running a marathon.
We are close to the apex and the rhythm has also increased rapidly. An electric discharge runs through my body after the last blow and I collapse beside him.
Our sweaty bodies tell the last moments.
I smile and look him in the eyes. I can’t describe the emotion that I feel at the moment. I would just like to tell him that it was fantastic, that he is incredible and that I’m afraid to love him too much already.
I stroke his hair now messed up and giggle. He continues to stare at me, there is no need for words, the eyes express everything on their own.
<< I still want you. >> his smile drives me crazy. I return to taste his lips, as if for the first time. And it starts again. A new ride of emotions, even more frenetic and passionate than the previous one.
After having reached the pleasure for the second time, I utter a cry that suffocates biting my lip. I’m going to lie down next to him, letting myself be surrounded by his arms. I feel good and safe resting on his chest, so good that I can fall asleep from exhaustion.
The following morning I struggle to open my eyes. His perfume floods the room and the blankets are so warm and soft, that I would never have to leave this place.
I stretch myself before opening my eyes completely. Now I remember everything that happened last night.
<< Rise and shine, did you sleep well? >> Rayan looks at me with a smile, leaning on the bed with his elbow. I still nod a little sleepy.
<< Come on, we must hurry up if not we are late in class. >> teases my nose as he gets up to throw me one of the pillows in the face. I grumble in annoyance and tighten the pillow to my chest and then give it back to him.
I hear him laugh amused as he gets ready for work. I decide that it’s better to get up rather than lose his lessons. I take a quick shower and I’m ready to go back to the secret life of every day.
I only notice now that my cup of tea is left where I left it, still half full. I only want to laugh and look at it and bring it back to the kitchen to wash it. I’m just sorry I didn’t drink more, but this time I’m justified.
<< Here, you don’t want to follow the lessons on an empty stomach. >> He pass me a banana, obviously worried about me, and I was so perverted to take it as a provocation.
<< Mm, I could always eat one after class … >> okay, I came out too naughty as a statement. But he laughs and press me a kiss on the forehead before going out from his apartment.
We arrive at the campus whit the company of Rosa, who seems too excited. Fortunately we met her on the street and not someone else, it would have been difficult to find a valid excuse.
Before entering the amphitheater I leave Rayan behind. We could not enter at the same time, it would have been suspicious. All possible precautions must be taken in these cases.
It’s a matter of minutes and the beautiful and perfect Professor Zaidi makes his entrance. Ready to explain the lesson with his passionate, determined and with a hint of a smile between his lips.
The deafening silence of the amphitheater drove him crazy. The only noise was the one obtained from the pen in his hand. He was immersed in the paperwork and the tasks to be corrected, as well as planning the lessons for the next few days.
He could not take off from his mind what had happened last night. Being able to touch her body so candid and feel her perfume on him, at the only thought still trembled. He would always want more, but duty calls him to be present and authoritarian.
Unexpectedly a vibration distracted him from his thoughts.
A message from his small, big and forbidden secret.
<< Hey, biker of my heart. Open the drawer! 😘>>
He smiled, though he didn’t know what the girl had told him. He could only imagine, he was afraid she’d left him a banana as a promise of their next meeting.
Knowing her, she would have been capable of it.
He opened the drawer without hesitation and was surprised by what he found. A white cup wrapped in a red ribbon and a bow.
He picked it up and smiled sweetly reading the writing above it.
He was as happy as a few. Undoubtedly he would have kept that cup like a precious treasure.
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