Leo

"When will be the next time I get to see you again?" Rufina mused lazily as she smoked her blunt, lounging naked in the center of her bed. Her low, husky voice had a Hispanic accent and typically, I found her voice sexy as hell, but now it grated my nerves.

Her dark-brown nipples stared at me as my head popped over the neck of my long-sleeved shirt, her pink-brown areolas practically begging me to lick them. I pulled my shirt down completely, offering her an insincere smile. Her lips curled into a seductive smile in response and she gestured to me with a flick of her finger, to which I obliged. I walked over to the bed and sat down, leaning forward to brush a brief kiss on her lips.

"I'll see when I see you," I told her as vaguely as possible, cupping her heavy, round tit in one palm. She arched slightly, pushing her chest against my hand, her fingers running through my hair, her sharp nails scraping slightly over my scalp.

"You always say the same thing," she muttered into my hair, sounding breathless as I plucked at her hard nipple. "When will I hear something different?"

I rolled my eyes, grateful that she wasn't looking at my face when I did so. Rufina and I had been an off and on thing, not exactly a couple, not exactly friends with benefits but I wasn't committed enough to actually want to stay with her. I had met her in one of the clubs one night back when I had turned twenty one and it always amazed Emilio how easily I was able to snag an older, sexually confused Hispanic hottie. It was an easy thing to do–and having women in my bed was never a problem for me.

They always liked to go for a bad girl on the wrong side of town and Rufina, in her early thirties and single after her second divorce, was pretty well off, since she worked in real estate. She desperately needed a connection, even if it was just a physical one at first, but she stayed for the ride these past years. But, she was clingy and emotional and always wanted more out of me–something that I could not give to her. So I did my best to make her forget her need for a deeper connection and focused more on her physical desires.

It always worked and I smiled as my head dipped down, sucking in her hard nipple into my mouth. Her nails scraped over my scalp again and I nibbled slightly before biting down on the rigid nub with my teeth. She let out a pained gasp as my teeth broke skin, blood leaking into my mouth.

"Too hard!" She scolded, but the tremble in her voice told me she was getting excited. I licked away the small pinpricks of blood from her abused flesh with an innocent smile but I was successful in avoiding her question.

"You like it hard," I taunted, gazing up at her face. Her long lashes fluttered slightly and she gave me a suggestive look, her lips twitching upwards.

"I like it gentle sometimes," she admitted, arching her back again as I squeezed her perfectly-shaped mounds. I squeezed harder and her body practically sang for me.

"Since when did I do gentle?" I remarked, reaching down to bite the caramel-toned skin above her chest. There were already several bite marks all over her body and she wore them like a souvenir, her whimper echoing in her neat, decently-sized studio. Her chest heaved under my mouth and I hid my grin, sucking at the smooth flesh lightly.

"You're right," she moaned softly, as I dipped my hand between her lush, thick thighs. She was squeezing her legs tightly but they fell open the moment I began to touch her intimately. I watched her face soften slightly, a dark curl falling over her face as her eyes drifted shut in pleasure. There was a wet, slick sound as I abruptly plunged two fingers inside her hot, soaked walls. They squeezed tightly as I curled my fingers, my nails scratching upwards until her breathless moan grew louder.

"You're wet already, you insatiable freak," I chuckled, twisting my fingers sharply. I bit her nipple again, harder this time and she squealed, her entire body shaking as I continued to finger her with more force. Again, blood welled up from the wound and I licked it away, soothing the sting with soft kisses. Her insides quivered around my marauding digits, my thumb circling firmly on her clit.

"I can't focus when you're doing this to me," she complained, as I inserted a third finger. I kissed down the slope of her chest, leaving a purple-red mark on the center of her heaving tits.

"The only thing you need to focus on is cumming for me," I whispered slyly, quickening my pace. She was already close enough, her sensitive bundle of nerves hardening under my circling thumb. I pressed my other hand down the soft pillow of her stomach, putting pressure on her belly as I thrusted my fingers so deeply, I could feel the spongy resistance of her cervix. She hissed in pleasure and grabbed my hair as she began to shake inevitably. Pretty soon, she was crying out and exploding around my fingers, her juices leaking over my hand and onto the clean sheets underneath her.

"Great, I need to clean my sheets again," she grumbled, throwing her arm over her flushed face as she relaxed into her mattress. I pulled my soaked fingers out of her entrance roughly and she quaked in response, groaning in annoyance.

I laughed in response, knowing that it would be her third time tonight. I leaned over her body, brushing my fingers onto her pouty lips. They parted under my slick fingers as I ordered her to suck them clean. Her tongue swirled up and my fingers and in between as well, until they were nice and clean. I pinched her inner thigh to signal her to stop and she obeyed, opening her mouth wide as I pulled my hand away.

"Such a good girl," I praised her, smiling sweetly down at her.

Her eyes popped open and she stared at me closely. "If I'm such a good girl, why don't you come see me more often?" She replied softly, gazing at me with disconcerting affection in her deep-brown eyes. Her pout became more pronounced as I left her bed, searching for my socks. I refused to answer her, under the guise of searching for a left, wooly sock that she had given to me as a small present before I had left town for the classes.

"Your sock is here," she stated, pulling it from under her pillow and waving it at my face. I approached her bed again and reached for it but she pulled away sharply, just out of my reach.

I raised an eyebrow at her and she hesitated before speaking. "I know you have classes and all that, but can't you come see me during the weekends?" Her question lingered in the air as I stared down at her.

"The commute is almost four hours going back and forth–plus, I barely see Em as it is," I answered coolly, snatching the dangling sock from her grasp.

Her bottom lips jutted out as she made a face at me. "I can come see you," she suggested quietly, peering up at me under her lashes.

"No," I said sharply, shaking my head. "Don't waste your time."

She grumbled a few Spanish words under her breath, folding her arms over her chest. "I miss you, though."

"Rufina," I whispered, grabbing her face with both hands. I landed a bruising kiss on her lips and she responded feverishly, her arms circling around my neck as she tried her damn hardest to pull me into her bed.

I broke her hold, pushing her face away from mine with a strained chuckle. I shot a warning glare at her persistence, ignoring how her face fell in disappointment. I donned the sock on, searching for my raggedy scarf. She watched me wander around her apartment, which was neatly kept and somewhat luxurious, complete with white marble floors and sleek, modern furniture.

"I hope you're not fucking other girls while you're out of town," she suddenly said when I found my faded black scarf. I was in the middle of winding it around my neck, pausing halfway to glance at her across the studio.

She had sat up on her bed, running her hair down her wavy, long tresses, her eyes moving up and down my amused expression. I cocked my head at her, blinding her with my wide grin.

"Jealous?" I retorted softly, much to her annoyance.

She crossed her arms again, glaring daggers at me. "Yes," she answered simply, her gaze challenging me to say something.

"Do I look like I have time to fool around, Rufina?" I hummed, approaching her again. The back of her head slammed on the headboard as I grabbed her chin with one hand, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Please stop saying these ridiculous things."

I kissed her forcefully, tightening my grip on her chin until she squeaked in pain. Masochistic as she was, she was moaning into my harsh kiss, her body responding inevitably. Her hand landed on my chest and she squeezed over the layers of clothes I was wearing. I ripped her hand away, shaking my head slightly as I pulled back from her lips.

"So, I'm the only one then?" She confirmed, licking her bottom lip. My piercing had left a nasty gash after kissing her so forcefully but she didn't seem to mind, looking at me with hunger in her eyes.

"You're the only one," I sighed reluctantly, straightening my clothes. I avoided her pleased stare as I grabbed my bag from the bedside table. "And I told you I don't have time for that when I'm in school."

"I know," she grumbled, rising from her bed as I headed for the door. Before I could make a hasty exit, she hugged me from behind, pressing her front parts against my back. I stiffened slightly, prying her arms away from my torso, turning around to face her with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm still going to miss you," she admitted timidly, reaching up on her toes to press a kiss on my lips. She didn't attempt to touch me again–she knew better than to push her luck and I leaned away from her tender kiss.

"I'll text you when I can," I muttered instead, trying my hardest not to roll my eyes at her. She didn't deserve my coldness but it was the only way I could fend off her aggressive affections. The lying words left a bad taste in my mouth as she smiled up at me, beaming with joy.

"I'll be waiting," she whispered, boldly reaching up to caress the side of my face. I caught her hand before it reached me, slowly putting it back down to her side. I gave her a nod, moving to turn but she stopped me. "Wait, I have something for you."

I watched in curiosity as she suddenly walked away from her, her full ass bouncing and jiggling with every step until she reached into her closet, grabbing a wrapped present with snowmen on it and a white, full envelope. She handed both items to me but I didn't bother to open her present, looking down at the envelope taped over the box.

"You didn't have to," I said stiffly, knowing exactly what was inside the envelope. She loved showering me with money but it made me feel like two things–a charity case and a sex worker.

I pushed the present back in her arms but she refused, glowering at me. "Stop acting like this, Leo. Just take it, for god's sake!" She snapped, swatting my hands away.

"I don't want it." My flat voice rose in irritation. "Stop giving me money and stop with the gifts already, you know I hate it."

Her eyes narrowed, her pouty lips tightening in frustration. "I can't take care of you once in a while? You're not alone anymore, okay? Just take it and stop complaining," she growled, crossing her arms again. "Plus, how are you even affording classes and dorming at the same time?"

"I have the scholarship covering my classes.," I mumbled, rolling my eyes at her. "And I also work in the school cafe to pay for the dorming."

"Still, it's never enough," she stated firmly, her bare foot tapping on the marble floor.

"How much?" I asked, looking down at the envelope again.

"Just enough," she said with an innocent smile.

"How much, Rufina?" My voice took on an edge and I stared at her in a way that never failed to make her squirm and blush in apprehension.

"Five thousand," she said under her breath, looking down at her neatly-painted toes. "Just fucking take it and go already!"

I stared at her coldly, my brows furrowing tightly. "I hate when you do this," I growled, attempting to hand her back the offending present.

She shoved them away, taking a quick step back. "Just let me love you, Jesus!" She stammered as my eyes narrowed at her, taking a step forward.

"You just want to be punished, don't you?" I whispered softly, dropping the present at the spot in front of her feet. She flinched at my words, her eyes widening.

"No, I-I...I just–"

I grabbed her roughly, her front plastered against my taller frame. With my hands finally free, I grabbed her pliant ass cheek with one hand, my other hand fisting her long hair tightly. She whimpered at the sensation, her body melting against mine as I crushed my lips over hers. I kissed her long and deep, lashing my tongue down the caverns of her hot, slick mouth. I released her just as suddenly with a rough shove, almost making her fall. I grabbed the dropped box from the ground with one sharp swoop, glaring at her as I backed away, the doorknob already in my hand.

"Don't worry, Rufina. I'll be back to punish you before you know it," I snarled as I slammed the door behind me.

She called my name out through the door but I was already racing to the elevator, jabbing on the button. The door swung open and she stood naked in the hallway, her eyes glowing with excitement. My head swung towards her direction as she waved cheerfully at me, not even bothering to cover herself.

"I'll be waiting for your punishment, mi amor. Don't make me wait too long!"

The elevator doors finally opened and I appraised her up and down, from her perky, round tits to the curve of her hips and curled my lips at her in a wicked smile.

"Next time," I promised darkly, entering the elevator, much to her sick delight.

Man, that hot Latina woman was batshit crazy.

I had no idea why I was still keeping her around.

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"Here I was thinking that you wouldn't be able to make it on time," Sandy announced as I rushed inside the idling bus. I only had a duffle bag and my backpack, alongside with Rufina's gifts and could only spare a glance at Sandy as I settled down.

"Rufina," I said as an explanation as I stood up and showed her my ticket. She waved my ticket away, scanning it as she looked at my disgruntled expression.

"I don't know why you're with her," she commented slyly, swinging the doors open again as another student entered the bus. I moved aside to let him pass and sighed in annoyance.

"You know I can't resist a Latina baddie," I grumbled, much to Sandy's amusement.

"How long has it been? Three years already? She's probably going to want to propose to you next," she chuckled, shaking her head at me.

"God forbid," I said acidly, rolling my eyes.

"That woman is insane for you, Leo. You better be careful or else she might just devour you whole," Sandy added, her eyes twinkling sympathetically at me.

"Please," I growled, snorting in disgust. "As if. But you know how it is. The more I leave her alone, the crazier she gets."

Speaking of the devil, my phone dinged with three consecutive messages and I scrolled through them with a long sigh.

Did you get to the bus on time?

I miss you already.

I'm waiting for you, mi corazon.

Another message buzzed through and she sent me a nude, her vibrator pressed snugly against her clit. I turned my phone off in a hurry as Sandy caught a glimpse, roaring in laughter as she began to start the bus.

"She is crazy, alright," she said through her laughing fit. I stuffed my phone in my pocket and sighed again.

"Tell me about it."

I went back to my seat as Sandy began to drive through the terminal, staring through the crusty window as the snowy roads raced past me in a blur. The weather wasn't as bad as it was on Friday, but it was still freezing regardless. Before I could forget, I began to tear open into the present Rufina had given to me.

A Burberry scarf. I sighed and stuffed the scarf inside my bookbag, shaking my head to myself. Rufina had money and she was normally a careful spender, but she had an excellent career and she used her money to splurge on me instead. I didn't know if it was a ploy to make me stay longer with her but it made me feel uneasy. The envelope in my pocket seemed to burn a hole into my clothes and I shifted, trying to think about something else instead.

As if sensing my current anxiety, Sandy spoke again, her voice muted over the engine of the bus. "Someone asked about you," she said casually, meeting my eyes through the mirror.

Out of habit, I found the glasses inside the front pouch of the hoodie, pulling it out to toy with it. They never left my pocket and I was always careful not to be rough with it, making sure the brand-name glasses remained clean and unsmudged. I looked up interestedly, the corner of my lips moving into a small grin.

"Yeah? Who?" I asked, pretending to seem bored. But, I was at the edge of my seat, waiting for San to respond.

Her wrinkles deepened around her eyes as she smiled at me, indulging in my curiosity. She looked intrigued at my quick response and as much as I tried, I couldn't force my smile to disappear.

"I think you know," she said dryly, pressing on the brakes suddenly as someone decided to step into the street without waiting for the sign to turn. "Ugh, that stupid motherfucker."

She honked twice in rapid succession, cursing under her breath until he started to quicken his pace, not even bothering to look at the bus.

"Did she say anything?"

"She just asked if you were going to be on the bus."

"When was this?"

"Friday morning."

"And...what did you say?"

"Nothing much. I already knew you might be spending the night at Rufina's. Plus, you never go on the first bus schedule," she stated, looking faintly surprised as my grin threatened to escape.

"What did she look like?"

Sandy gave me a piercing look through the mirror, pursing her lips in thought. "I don't know? She looked cute and nerdy? Most definitely not your type."

I shook my head quickly. "No, I mean...How did she look when she was asking you about me?" I reworded my question, holding in my sense of vicious glee.

Sandy looked slightly confused and left me hanging as she made a sharp turn. The glasses nearly tumbled over my fingers and I caught it before it dropped, smudging it with my fingers. I kept staring at her until she finally had the chance to speak, slowing down as the highway became congested with traffic.

"I don't know...I can't really read her expression. I wouldn't say she looked overly thrilled though, despite your good samaritan act," Sandy admitted, raising a brow when I made a disappointed expression.

Damn, I wanted to envision her storming in and grilling Sandy about me, like a little dragon with smoke out of her nostrils but I guess she was much more stoic than I expected. I would have to find a way to get to her, get under her skin and I could barely contain my exhilaration, imagining how pissed off she would be.

"So what did she say afterwards?"

"Not much. She basically said she will find you," Sandy replied nonchalantly, looking alarmed by my growing smile. Her eyes narrowed suddenly. "What are you up to, Leo? I don't like that look in your eyes."

I shook my head, keeping my mouth shut, ignoring Sandy and her pestering questions, silently thinking to myself all the way back to college.

Before I got off the bus and into the snowy campus, I grabbed a box of Marlboro cigarettes and handed it covertly to Sandy, grinning at her pleased expression.

"Thank you, Leo. I was running out of smokes anyways," Sandy muttered, stuffing it in her front pocket. She eyed me slyly. "You're not planning to leave that poor girl alone, are you?"

I shook my head, winked at her and waved her goodbye without answering her at all.

There was no chance in hell I would leave that "poor" girl alone.

She had it coming.