Student from Hell

Ch.21-Dirty foreplay.

ADAM'S POINT OF VIEW

“I do... please...” I smile as I hear his small plead, and kiss the corner of his mouth, then flip him again on his back. I need to kiss him properly, I need to feel his tongue and taste that minty-strawberry flavor again.

I lay on him, lining our d***s to be able to create that sweet friction that we both crave, brush our swollen lips together but not kiss him because I want him to want it so bad that he’ll initiate it himself.

It took him a few seconds, but when he did, oh, he did so desperately that it took my breath away, pushing his way into my mouth with his tongue almost forcefully, then greedily exploring it as if someone is gonna take it away from him.

His urgency is contagious, and it fuels the hunger that even though it’s unfamiliar, it’s welcomed because it makes me feel things I haven’t felt before.

Moans fill the room as our kiss becomes wilder, my hands are tugging on his thick hair in an attempt to deepen the kiss, make it raw and painful, and he groans, pulling on the cuffs almost violently, trying to release himself, but as he sees that it’s in vain, he uses his lower body, bucking his hips against mine, seeking more pressure, more friction, and I help by moving my hips faster, groaning at the feeling of pain mixed with ecstasy that courses from my d**k to the rest of my heated body.

“f**k, Bourne... your d**k feels so... f*****g good against mine...”

“Mhmm don’t stop... please... don’t...” Not only his words but also his husky voice is pleading, begging against our wild kiss shamelessly, forgetting all about the reasons why he shouldn’t even be here, in my toxic proximity, letting himself be corrupted by the s*x-crazed Satan that he fought so hard to keep away.

Our d***s slide perfectly against each other thanks to the hot pre-c*m that coated them in liquid aphrodisiac, washing us in feral euphoria.

The rush of rapture increased to abnormal levels, the wild kiss turned into a fight between our teeth and tongues, and our lips are the collateral victims that none of us care about right now... not when our sweaty bodies are almost one, not when the electrifying pleasure makes our d***s throb against each other, and each twitch is harder, each jolt is more intense than the other, and the heat... God... the heat is almost unbearable, it sucks the air out of our lungs, causing our breathing to become erratic, heavy, barely keeping us alive.

“Jesus... faster... I’m so close... so... so... close...” His almost incoherent words are barely audible, muffled by my mouth, and said in such a desperate and husky voice that sounds like the voice of a ferocious angel, a sound that makes me tremble as I inhale it, turning my deliberate movements into sloppy and raged ones, and his shivering body that arches erotically against mine crushes any self-control I managed to hold onto until now, pushing me towards the edge of the volcano of pleasure that it’s about to erupt as it is, forcing me to fall into its depths and turn the sweet throbbing pain into pure pleasure.

“Pleaseeeee... come with me, please... on me... I need to feel... your c*m on my skin...” This dirty request was my undoing, my one-way ticket to f*****g Heaven, which was reserved by my dirty professor, and the sensual growl that escaped his throat told me that I’m not going alone and that he’s coming with me. Pun intended.

“It’s all yours... every-f*****g-drop!” I finish the sentence with an animalistic growl, pushing harder against him, fighting with myself to move faster and grant him his wish.

The ribbons of hot c*m truly felt like liquid pleasure that was sucked out of me almost forcefully and mixed with his, painting both our hard stomachs, mixing with the pre-c*m and sweat, making the final movements sloppier, but oh, so, f*****g, hot!

The bomb that exploded was like no other... it was excruciatingly pleasurable, it started from the tip of my throbbing d**k and traveled to every fiber of my excited being, replacing the blood in my veins with utter pleasure and spreading it through my entire being, and I let myself go, willingly falling off the cliff into the pile of tingling ecstasy.

“Too much...” I nod, agreeing with his breathless whimper, but our trembling bodies don’t, they’re still searching for contact, moving slowly as hypnotized, disobeying our needs, or listening to them... not sure right now... to be honest, I don’t know on which planet I’m on... everything feels surreal... the air is heavy but somehow easier to breathe, even though our lungs are incapable of doing their jobs properly. But I, for one, don’t need air no matter how heavy with s*x it is, I need to finish my task and possess him like no one else did, even though I have a feeling that he’s possessing me as well, without even trying.

So, ignoring my need for air, and focusing on my bigger need, I lick his swollen lips one final time, then slowly go down to his chiseled jaw, brushing my lips over his three-day beard, biting the sensitive skin of his neck as I reach it, relishing in the salty-sweet aroma that awakens my buds, and inhaling his exquisite scent, making me feel like I’m tasting and smelling s*x, an arousing experience that has me hooked instantly.

I pull away just enough to be able to stick my index and middle finger in his mouth, but it took me a few seconds to do it because of the outrageously obscene view of the sexiest human that ever walked this earth.

Oh, I don’t know where to start from... his damp s*x hair that shines like shiny silk... the beads of sweat that cover his perfectly handcrafted face, his lips crimson red lips with a tinge of purple, swollen, and as everything else, shiny... he looks... ethereal... it would be an insult if I would compare him to an angel because not even a seraph compares to him...

“What?” His smooth, sensual voice brings me from the trance that his beauty put me in, and I try to remember what I wanted to do or say... but those lips... God, it makes it so damn hard to remember... not to mention that my voice is lost, so, after a few more seconds, I managed to remember what I wanted, but I don’t risk opening my mouth in fear that I’ll say something that I shouldn’t, so I brush his swollen lips with my thumb, and his lips slightly apart for the moan to be able to escape, and I take advantage of that and gently push my way inside his mouth, and when it was open enough, I replaced the thumb with the two fingers that I intend to use them to drive him insane.

“Suck them... coat them in your sweet saliva...” He moans at the sound of my firm and alluring voice but doesn’t stop twirling his tongue around my fingers, and God knows that I had no idea that I could get so aroused by someone sucking my fingers... but maybe it’s not because of someone... maybe it’s him... the sweetness of his tongue, his warm saliva, his shaky moans... him...

“You did so well...” I praised while I take my fingers out of his mouth, watching as mesmerized as the string of saliva that connects his lips and my fingers, stretches erotically until it breaks and lands along his chin.

“Fuck... even your saliva tastes like sex...” I groaned after I licked the delectable line of saliva, and he rewards me with another sensual moan.

I remember the purpose that led to this arousing action, and I push his leg up with my knee so I can find his hole easier and have more room to play with it.

“Maybe... a break? I’m still sensitive...” His insecure voice makes me smile, and as I look at his d**k, I see that half-hard, and without second thoughts, I wrap my fingers around it and tug at it, making him hiss and moan.

“You can take it for me, I know you can...” He answers with a throaty groan, and I rub his d**k tantalizingly slowly with my free hand as I find my way to his entrance with the other.

“You like that, don’t you, Mr. Bourne?” The question was more or less rhetorical because I got my answer the moment my fingers brushed against his smooth, pulsing entrance when his d**k hardened in my hands and spilled a big drop of pre-c*m.

“Mhmm... yes... more...” The tasty plead he formed with his sweet tongue forced me to grant him his wish and I enter him with my index and middle finger slowly... and the damn question made its way in front of my mind again, bothering the f**k out of me, even though it shouldn’t... f**k!

“Oh... Mr. Bourne... you either f****d before, played with yourself, or showered... prepared yourself for me. Which one is it, Cassius?” I couldn’t help it, I had to ask, and to be honest with myself, I can’t describe my voice, it was laced with something that I never thought I’ll feel, a mix of foreign feelings that it’s hard to admit to myself... jealousy at the thought of someone f*****g him, excitement at the thought of him playing with himself, and bliss at the thought of him prepping himself for me.

“I... played...” I can’t see his eyes, but the hesitation in his voice told me that he was lying, and now that excitement is out of the picture, leaving only jealousy and bliss, the two mixed feelings are more intense, and the jealousy part doesn’t sit well with me at all.

Why am I even jealous? He’s not mine, I don’t even want him to be mine. I want him for tonight and that’s all.

“You’re lying, Bourne.” I tried to hide my jealousy and mask it with annoyance, hoping that he’ll buy it and think that I’m annoyed by the fact that he was lying.

“I’m not---” I interrupt him by entering the third finger and finding his prostate, hitting it over and over again, making him moan and writhe uncontrollably, but stop when I hear his breath stop and his body tense.

“W.w.hy? S.stop?” His shaky question only made everything worse. Doesn’t he know? He f*****g should!

“Answer my question! And you better not be f*****g lying, Bourne!” I kind of snapped, but I hope that he thinks that I’m just too dominant.

“I... I... God damn... I... showered...” The small and frustrated whisper rang loudly in my ears and it took away that nasty f*****g feeling, leaving only bliss.

“I’m so proud of you, Cassius... thank you...” I would have punched myself for saying that, but the way his swollen lips curled upwards, forming a small, but f*****g beautiful smile, a smile that formed thanks to my praise, erased any negative feelings I had towards anyone and everyone.

I resume pleasuring him, this time with even more excitement, blaming the outrageous urge to satisfy him on momentary insanity, and focusing only on him and his sensitive hole that sucks my fingers in.

I brush his A-spot gently, then hit it harshly, adding another finger after I made sure that he can take it, using more saliva so it wouldn’t hurt him.

Sensing that he’s about to reach his orgasm, I let go of his d**k and thrust slower, making him whine in protest, but I don’t let him voice his complaints, I cut him off by pinching his erect n****e hard and sucking the other one in my mouth, slowly twirling my tongue around the delectable n****e, moaning at the scented s*x taste of sweat and his natural scent that invaded my mouth.

I continue teasing him, biting, licking, sucking, and brushing my lips over every inch of his upper body, leaving marks that will remind him of me for the next couple of weeks, capturing his mind and erasing all his other f***s, leaving only me on his body and in his beautiful mind.

“f**k me already...” His demanding plead was made when I stopped his orgasm once again, making me smile at the frustration that he tried to reign and how hard he tried not to snap.

I go back up and whisper in his ear and make sure that I brush his earlobe with my lips, wanting to feel that erotic shiver that makes him tremble.

“So impatient... I like it. Now, I’m gonna be gentle at first because I don’t want you to feel any kind of pain as I f**k you... well, at least not a bothersome one...” I trailed off and licked the shell of his ear, pulling a soft moan from his sweet lips.

“But don’t misunderstand me... I’ll end up destroying you... maybe you won’t feel it as much today because of the rush that you’ll be experiencing, but I promise that tomorrow you won’t be able to sit...” I vow to him and myself.

“Yes...” My gorgeous professor agrees in a needy tone.

“One more thing before I get started. I’m tested, I got my results on Thursday, and if you wonder, yes, I tested myself, especially for you... I want to f**k you raw, feel your walls, your heat, I want to feel you... so, my question is: with or without?” I got my answer from the moans that he released during my hungry speech, but I still wait for vocal confirmation because I never know with my hot English teacher.

“I’m also clean...” The neediness behind his low and sensual confirmation was the key from my beast’s cage, which came out the second he finished talking.

A.N.

This story is finished and has a sequel on my Pa treon, where there are 9 other stories.

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