Student from Hell

A dirty mind-Ch.3

ADAM'S POINT OF VIEW

When I saw him in the hallway this morning, for a second I thought I'm seeing things.

He changed a little since I last saw him. 5 years. I was 13 back then, skinny, and I made plans of making him mine, watched him each time from the shadows, but I was too shy to approach him right away, and when I gathered enough courage, I didn't see him anymore, but I'm grateful because I would've made a fool out of myself.

Well, I was 13, so it's understandable.

But not anymore. Now I'm 18 with a dirty mind. Very dirty. And God knows that I had a lot of dirty thoughts about him.

He was my first crush, and I was devastated when he left. Again, I was 13. But seeing him again, and in a sexy suit, and his one-week trimmed beard, his dark brown hair that's combed back, his hypnotic hazel eyes, and damnnn what a body... big broad shoulders that fill his suit jacket perfectly, broad back and small waist, it started a fire inside of me again, but not the same fire as 5 years ago, this fire resembles a wildfire.

Long story short, he looks like a damn God and I want him!

And that face, that chiseled jaw, pearly white teeth, straight nose, full pink lips... perfection.

What was I saying? Yes, when I saw him, my stomach went crazy, and my knees went weak.

Cassius. Even his name is beautiful.

About names, I won't tell him mine until I'll have him. I don't think he'd recognize me, but still, better safe than sorry. And I'll attend all his classes except my class.

I have to have him, I have to make him mine. And I'm on the right track. I have his attention. I'm positive that he's thinking of me right now, and even if he acted all annoyed, he slipped a smile a couple of times.

"What the Hell happened to you? Are you high?" The voice of my best friend and right hand, Ryan, takes me out of my thoughts.

"No. You know I don't do drugs. And what are you doing here?" I asked a little annoyed because he interrupted my daydreaming, and he takes a seat on the chair across from me, at my home office, and looks at me through narrowed eyes.

"Ok, you're freaking me out. What do you mean by what I'm doing here? I finished my job and I came to report. You told me to, remember?" He asked while looking at me through squinted eyes, making me chuckle.

"I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt about the drugs, but something is wrong and I want to know what."

"Why would you think that something is wrong?" I asked amused, and he looks at me as if I grew another head.

"What's wrong, he says... well, first, you smile like a kid on Christmas day all by yourself, second, you didn't acknowledge my presence, and third and foremost, you forgot what you told me to do?" He made his point, and a good one because I never forget things. I've been born with a gift and a curse, and that's a perfect memory, but right now... well, my brain is too preoccupied with my hot professor to remember anything else.

"I just zoned out. Anyway, how was it? Did Ivan say anything?" Ok, to clear the waters. My father, which I call Frank because he's nothing more than a sperm donor, is a big drug dealer. He was a medium drug dealer until I took over the organization, and he was about to be a dead drug dealer if I hadn't talked with the Russians.

He's acting like he owns the world, he has no respect for anyone, and he disrespected one of Ivan's men. He said something about the guy looking at him strangely, and he made a big fuss about it, cursing and threatening him, and as everyone knows, -except my i***t sperm donor-, the Russians are known for sticking together, so, if you offend one, you offend all.

I had to apologize to Ivan and make him a better deal to stop him from killing the i***t, and honestly, sometimes I regret it.

"Good. Ivan sends his regards. And he said that his brother is also interested in our product, but he'll only make a deal if you're the one who'll make the deal with. They don't want to have any encounters with Frank." He leans in his chair and takes out his pack of cigarettes, lighting one.

The fucker taught me how to smoke. He's 30 and he works for Frank for 3 years. He was a street dealer at first, but I made him my right hand when I took over, and meanwhile, he became my best friend as well.

He's not only trustworthy, but I know for a fact that he'd jump in front of a bullet for me, and he never stands back from a fight, even though not a lot of people engage in a fight with us because we're both big, 6 ft 3, build and intimidating.

"We'll be ok as long as he doesn't hear about it. He'll most probably feel insulted and start a damn war. f*****g idiot." I snapped while I lit a cigarette as well.

I don't smoke a lot, maybe 3 cigarettes a day, but somehow, each time Frank comes into a conversation, I need one.

"I don't get him. Instead of being proud that you managed to expand the business, open two more clubs and make so many other connections at such a young age, he tells everyone that he's behind the changes, and you're only following his orders, even bad mouths you, and it's f*****g pathetic and annoying." Everything he said it's true. He even told me to my face that I'm a p***y because I don't kill and torture because apparently, that's what a real man, a real drug dealer does.

Yes, if any of the people I love would be in danger, I wouldn't hesitate to kill, but as long as I can solve the problems through any other means, I won't kill just for the fun of it.

I don't love or care about a lot of people. My mother died when I was 10, so I only have my big brother who left for college, whom I miss like crazy, and Ryan.

But my brother doesn't want to have anything with this life, and not because of his conscience, but because of our idiotic sperm donor. He can't ignore his controlling, idiotic, narcissistic behavior. I do. I don't give a damn as long as I get to do it my way.

"And admit that someone is better than him? Now I think that you're the one on drugs."

"Anyway, you still haven't told me. What got you all smiling?" He crosses his arms over his chest and looks at me expectantly.

"I saw my first crush." A big smile formed on my face as Mr. Bourne came into my mind again.

"And? How come you're not banging her or him? Or you already did?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a crooked smirk that usually makes any straight woman and gay man fall at his feet.

"First of all, no, I didn't f**k him yet. Second, he's older than me. He didn't even know I exist when I was a kid. And third... he's my teacher." Ryan is the only one who knows that I'm bisexual. He's also bisexual, only that I would choose a man over a woman, and he'd choose a woman over a man. It would be safe to say that I'm 80% gay.

"Oh, this must be interesting. Did you approach him?" He lights another cigarette and waits for my answer as if he's waiting for me to tell him his test results for cancer. i***t.

"I did. He thinks I'm crazy." I can't help but smile as I remember his reactions during our first encounter. Shock, surprise, confusion, anger, and God knows that each and every one of them made me hard.

"No offense, but you are. Continue." He gestures for me to continue, and I can't help but laugh, but he looks at me with a serious expression, telling me that he's not joking.

"Well, we didn't talk much. Basically, I told him I'll f**k him, and he told me I'm crazy. He denied being gay or bi, but I know he is, and even if he tried to act as if he doesn't find me attractive, he did check me out." My ego went off the charts at the memory of his facial expression when he looked at my hard-on.

"You really are crazy. But what will you do if he doesn't fall? I mean, he's your teacher, I don't think he'll jeopardize his job."

"Ry, when was the last time I wanted something and I didn't get it?" He narrows his eyes, trying to think of an example, but he gives up after a minute.

"Ok, you have a point." He admitted, making me smile.

"Correct answer. Never! And I won't start now. I will have him even if it's the last thing I'll do." And I mean it!

We kept talking about businesses, but my mind kept drifting to my hot teacher.

I can't wait to see him tomorrow. I know it won't be easy to get him, but I'll be damned if I'll give up.

After I finished all the paperwork, I went to the gym to lose some steam and clear my mind. I still need to do some homework, and even if usually it's fast and easy, now I can't focus. Even the word "homework" makes me think of him. Well, to be honest, right now, every word makes me think of him.

I have to have him as soon as possible, otherwise, I'll go insane.

For the first time in years, I woke up with a smile on my face, and very eager to go to school.

After a much-needed cold shower, I got dressed with my favorite pair of leather boots that end above my ankle, with loose laces, washed black regular-fit jeans, with the bottom hem tucked inside the boots, an immaculate V-line T-shirt that shows a part of my chest and neck tattoos, I put on a necklace with leather cord and a silvery skull pendant, and of course, the black leather jacket, then take a last look in the mirror, making sure that my messy look, looks perfect, and get going.

"Jacket boy. I like it." I said to myself as I get on my bike and drove to school, and to my pleasant surprise, as I was parking, the man that put a smile on my face since I saw him, was getting out of his car, dressed in another black and sexy as Hell suit, and a white button-up shirt, with two open buttons, which look like they are challenging me to rip the others off and lick him from head to toe, worship every inch of his sculpted body.

Not the time for that. I need a pep talk.

Ok, Adam. All you have to do is keep your heart beating and your lungs working. Act natural, and be your dirty self.

Our eyes locked, and I smirk when I see him rolling his eyes and shaking his head in disapproval, but fighting a smile, and I go towards him.

"Good morning, gorgeous." I greeted him with a smile, and he stops and looks at me with narrowed eyes, every hint of a smile disappeared, and a serious expression took over his face.

God, he's hot.

"Don't talk to me like that. I told you to call me Mr. Bourne!" His deep and commanding voice makes my mind think of other things that he could command me to do, and even though I'm not a submissive, I would follow each and every one of those dirty commands, and that made my d**k grow hard against my jeans.

"Don't worry. I'll call you that each time you'll bend me over that desk of yours." I replied with an expression that mirrors his, serious, only that mine it's laced with lust, and he looks at me with furrowed eyebrows as if he can't believe that I just said that.

"Kid, stop fooling around or I'll report you!" He threatened in a deep voice, pursing his pink full lips, and I shake my head to stop my mind from thinking about all the things his lips could do to me because it's already hard to think with my blood in my d**k, and I need to be involved in our conversation.

"What? You can't handle a horny teenager by yourself?" He rolls his eyes in desperation and sighs loudly in frustration, making me chuckle. He's sweet.

"You got that right. A horny teenager! I f**k men! And I f**k them hard. I don't f**k horny teenagers. You couldn't handle me, baby boy, I would break you. So go find another horny teenager and play with your dicks." I do have to admit that maybe using the term 'teenager' wasn't the most clever idea.

I need to be more careful with my choice of words. But, his voice, his demeanor, his hazel eyes with speckles of light blue and green... it kind of makes it impossible for me to focus, besides, by now every drop of my blood is down, so my brain is not at full capacity.

Ok, Adam, pull yourself together.

"I have to agree to disagree. I may be a 'baby boy', but baby boys are the best. And let me tell you why. You can teach me everything from scratch, just how you like it. Besides, I'm a very good student and I promise that I'll work extra hours, Mr. Bourne." I said in a husky, sensual voice, and he clenches his jaw, and a glance of desire flashed in his eyes. That's the spirit!

"You're getting hard as well, aren't you?" I asked in a deeper voice than I intended, but which seems to make him clench his jaw so hard that I'm afraid that his pretty pearly teeth will break, then takes a few breaths through his nose to calm himself before he gives me a short determined answer.

"No, kid. Go away!" Too short and too determined to believe him.

"Do I intimidate you, Cassius?" His eyebrows rose so high that they almost reached his hairline, and he looks at me as if I just told him the most ridiculous thing he ever heard.

"The day you'll intimidate me will be the day when I'll let you f**k me. And that will be never! Now go on, go to your little friends and play with your dicks." No matter how he talks, serious, sarcastic, loud, low, he makes me hard. How the Hell is that even possible? And it's that even healthy?

"You just got me hard as f**k!" I confessed truthfully, and he swallows hard, then, instinctively, looks down at the bulge in my jeans.

"You can touch it also. Or taste it, as you wish. I'm at your disposal, Mr. Bourne." It seems that my hoarse voice laced with willingness and need did something to him because he sucks in a sharp breath and releases a low groan.

I let my eyes trail from his eyes, down to his full lips and clenched jaw, chest, then stop as I see that he's also hard, and his d**k, which by what I can tell, it's quite big and pressing against his sexy suit pants, makes my mouth water.

Jesus Christ, when we'll f**k it's gonna be monumental!

"It seems that I'm not the only one that's happy," I said with a smirk, and he follows my gaze, then he looks back up at me like I'm from another planet and had just grown an extra head.

Well, I guess this isn't happening very often.

"If you want to get rid of that problem, I'll be in your class. Just detain me." I offered in an honest and husky voice, and he opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

I wink at him and walk away, leaving him there, standing in the middle of the parking lot with a hard-on, wide eyes, and mouth open in shock.

Ok, breathe Adam, breathe!

Breathe!

BREATHE!

I go straight to the bathroom to wash my face with cold water because I need to recover, I need to calm down all my organs, especially my d**k, even though I know that I'll get hard the second I'll see him again.

As I walk towards his class, I feel weird things happening inside of me, and I know that it's because of him, and it's frustrating because no one made me feel so nervous, I never had these kinds of problems, I never even cared...

Hmm... probably because I never wanted someone as much as I want him, and because he's the most gorgeous man I ever saw.

And, f**k, he's hotter than the flames of Hell!

Yes, that's it.

A/N.

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