Student from Hell

The grand plan-Ch.7

CASSIUS'S POINT OF VIEW

What the Hell just happened? And why the f**k am I smiling? Maybe because I’m slowly going crazy.

But he’s so damn stubborn and so damn hot. God, why does he have to be so damn hot? And sweet. Why also sweet? Isn’t hot enough?

But the way he looks at me... so many ways.

The *eye f*****g* way, which by the way... he’s really eye-f*****g me.

This way makes me hard as f**k, and it makes me wanna let him f**k me, then f**k him until I destroy him!

Then it’s the *lost in me* way.

He looks at me like I’m some sort of miracle, and this way makes me feel all kinds of things inside. Nice things that I can’t explain, and to be honest, I don’t even want to try and explain them, but it makes me feel special.

Then it’s the *I’ll get you* way, which comes with that f*****g sexy smirk.

That way makes me smile, makes me wanna laugh. At least I’m not the only one that’s frustrated.

But I have to be realistic. No matter how he looks at me, no matter how I look at him, no matter what I want to do, I can’t act on my desires. I have to stay away. I need to stay away.

But today he caught me off guard, and only God knows how hard it was to stop him. I really would deserve some kind of prize because it’s not easy to say no to Satan.

One thing is for sure. The damn kid is crazy. But also so damn hot, and that smart dirty mouth of his... I would teach him some good manners.

Fuck, Cassius! Keep it together man!

My conscience yells at me, telling my brain and body that he’s my damn student, and he’s 17 or 18!

But he’s untouched and so eager to learn, and the way he grabbed my dick... so determined, so sexy.

As expected, he came to my last class, but I made sure to get out before he had the chance to say or do something else.

I need to stop this.

Stop him.

Stop me.

Because I do have self-control, but it’s not unlimited. I’m just a human after all.

Satisfied with myself, I ignored my thoughts and avoided him, I decided that to get over this stupid infatuation, I need alcohol.

The logic behind my actions is not one that I would normally recommend, and I’m not really proud of my brain for coming up with it, but I don’t have a better plan, and I don’t have anyone else to turn to. Mia would most probably tell me to let go and f**k him, so, right now, I’m everything I have.

Anyway, the logic. I buy myself a lot of alcohol, then drink my unholy thoughts, then piss them down the toilet, and hopefully, by Monday I’ll be back to normal. No more Satan kid. As I said, it’s not my most brilliant moment, but it’s better than nothing.

And when you think that I used to be smart... Good days... gone days.

I sigh hard as I enter the shop, then take a small basket, and immediately start to search for the liquor shelf.

My eyes lit up and a small hope rise within me when I see the bottles of alcohol waiting for me to take them home and help me accomplish my grand plan.

Before I knew it, I had 2 bottles of whiskey, one of red wine, one of white wine already in my basket, and I’m currently looking for a bottle of gin.

It’s gonna be a long weekend, and I’ll do a lot of pissing.

“Either you’re hosting a party, or you had a really bad week.” I’m disturbed by a male’s voice, and I answer without looking at him.

I’m busy. He should see that, but I’m not the rude kind of guy, so I answer nonetheless.

“Really bad, terrible, agonizing week.” I wanted to continue, but I’m afraid that I would say the good things also. Better not.

“Work or personal?” He asked, and I start laughing hysterically, like the i***t that I am, not very sure why.

I’m going crazy. That would be an explanation and a very accurate one at that.

You’re so f****d that it’s not even funny, Cassius!

“Both,” I replied after I calmed down, chuckling, chuckle that quickly turned into full-on laughter as I realize once again just how much of an i***t I am, and the guy chuckles.

“Okkkaaay...” I turn to look at the amused voice, and I see a guy looking at me like I’m crazy.

There’s nothing wrong with a little craziness, Cassius... everyone is a little crazy if you think about it, and we are allowed to be a little crazy. Now... the fact that you’re abusing the privilege... you get the point.

Oh, the sarcasm my conscience has... it’s just heartwarming!

“I’m not crazy. Or at least I don’t think I am. I surely hope I’m not. Even though I’m pretty sure I’m heading that way.” I admitted almost painfully, and he bursts out laughing, and I can’t help but join him.

“Well, if you are, you’re the funny, harmless type of crazy.” He said smiling, then roams my body with his chocolate brown eyes. If he tries to eye f**k me, he’s failing miserably. He should take some lessons from Satan. I can say with my hand on my heart that I can feel his d**k in my ass when he does it.

“I’ll take it as a compliment. Thanks.” I answered in an equally amused voice, then turn to look at another bottle of Gin, because the last one didn’t have enough alcohol volume, and because thinking about Satan eye-f*****g me makes me feel... all kinds of things. Bad bad bad things, that I’m 100 percent sure that if he’d do them to me I would feel very very very good. So f*****g good... I NEED MORE BOOZE!

Scared by my thoughts, or more, by the lack of control that I have over my mind, I put the bottle that I’m holding in the basket and search for more.

I see the guy from the corner of my eyes looking nervously at me while pretending to look at the bottles of alcohol.

I wouldn’t have thought that he’s shy, but apparently, I was wrong. I can feel how nervous he is from here, and I can hear the wheels turning in his head, probably trying to find something to say to extend our conversation.

If I’m being honest, he is quite sweet.

“So... I’m not a drinker. Which whiskey is better?” He asked after a few minutes of silence, and I can’t stop the smile that takes over my face as I look at his blushed cheeks.

“I’m not a drinker either, so I took the ones with the highest volume of alcohol,” I answered, and he chuckles nervously, averting my gaze.

As I see that that’s all, I turn my attention to the bottle that I’m currently holding, and to be honest, I feel relieved. I’m really not in the mood for small talk or flirting. Even if he’s good-looking, now I want to follow my plan and forget about Satan.

“So, do you come here often?” I can’t help but smile even bigger at the soft insecure voice and look at him again.

“Are you trying to ask me something?” I raise my eyebrow and look at him expectantly, and he blushed a darker shade of red while fidgeting with the bottle.

“Aaa well... I don’t know. Maybe...?” He asked more than stated, and I restrain myself from laughing because I don’t want him to feel embarrassed, as I said, I’m not an asshole that throws someone’s emotions in their faces like Satan does with me.

Will you stop thinking about Satan??

“Well, ask.” I urged him to talk and occupy my mind, and he bites his inner cheek nervously and tilts his head to the side, averting my look again.

“I was wondering...” He trailed off, not sure if he should ask, and I continue to look at him expectantly.

And then it hit me.

What if this is the answer?

Yes, this is the answer!!!

“Tomorrow at 7,” I said in a determined voice, and his head snaps up at me and his mouth forms a shy smile that reaches his eyes.

He really is sweet. He’s smaller than me, not very muscular, more lean and athletic, he has light brown hair, almost blond, longer than Satan’s, and shy, chocolate eyes.

His demeanor screams good polite guy, more accurate, the exact opposite of Satan. Satan is not small, in any part of his big gorgeous body, his green eyes are filled with mischief, and he doesn’t have an ounce of shame in them, his deep and husky voice is always steady and sure, commanding even when he’s pleading, his demeanor screams bad bad bad guy that would make you feel inhumanly good things-- That’s not the point! The point is, that I want polite and sweet. Yes!

“Give me your phone. I’ll send you the address.” He hands me his phone, and I write my number, then send myself the address from his phone.

“It’s an Italian restaurant. I was there one time when I moved here. Fancy one, but the food is amazing.” I subtly tell him to dress more formally, and he nods and places his phone back in his pocket not losing the smile, which now is bigger.

“Tomorrow at 7 it is.” His voice is a bit louder than a whisper, a thing that makes me think of Satan again. He’s so damn confident, he doesn’t let room for discussion, even though he doesn’t act on his desires. Well, mostly.

But he doesn’t, just because he respects me, even though he doesn’t hesitate to express them. Loud and clear. Who would’ve thought that Satan is a gentleman?

“See you,” I replied before I put my bottle of gin in my basket, then head to the cash register.

“Yes... see you.” He said shyly as I passed by him, and blushes again. Does Satan ever get shy? I saw him blush one time when he gave me the drawing. Or he was hot?

FOR f**k’S SAKE! STOP THINKING ABOUT SATAN FOR 5 f*****g MINUTES!

As planned, I got home, made myself something to eat, and start with the red wine. I don’t want to get drunk too fast, because the point is to piss the thoughts off not passing out in 20 minutes.

I finish my dinner and decided to call Mia, otherwise, I’d think of not thinking of him. But this time I video call her. This way, my mind won’t display him in front of my eyes.

“Hy, Cass.” She greeted me excitedly because I don’t usually call so often.

“Hey, beautiful, how are you?” I see myself in the small camera and shake my head disapprovingly. I look like s**t.

“You’re drunk.” She stated firmly, and I agree with a smile.

“Almost. I’m planning on getting drunk, but I’m not there just yet.” She sighs hard and looks at me with a sad expression on her pretty face. Why can’t I be straight? Heck, I bet that if I would, Satan would turn into a girl, and still wouldn’t leave me alone. Funny. f**k! Drunk!

“Did something happen? Do you think he found you?” Her voice sounds worried, and her eyebrows furrowed in concern, confusing me for a few seconds, because my brain is a little slow right now, and I gasp as I realize that she was talking about my f*****g tormentor.

A big smile comes across my face, and Mia looks at me confused.

“I forgot about that fucker.” I don’t know why, but I’m not as affected as I normally am when I think of him. Probably the alcohol.

“I’m lost. Then why are you drinking?” Yes, until now I only drank when I was super depressed because of the fucker.

“Satan. He won’t leave me alone.” I stated with a heavy sigh, and she starts laughing, and thanks to the alcohol that warms my blood, I join her.

Well, it is funny. At least now. Then again, after a bottle of wine, it better be funny, otherwise, I would sue the company.

“I like the kid.”

“Well, I’m kind of drinking because I like him also. And I made a plan to drink until my unholy thoughts will vanish.”

“What happened?” She rubs her hands together and looks at me expectantly as if she’s waiting to see if she won the lotto.

“Well... he expressed loud and clear his desire to suck me, and after I yelled at him to get out and leave me alone, he just... grabbed my d**k and told me other dirty things that he would want me to do to him.” I drink my almost full glass of whiskey in one gulp as I watch Mia’s mouth fall open in shock. Tell me about it.

“Why the Hell don’t you f**k him?” She asked in an... exasperated voice, and I start laughing and pour myself another glass of whiskey. This is not a good idea. Talking to Mia about him. She’s on his side.

“He’s my student, and I don’t even know if he’s 18, Mia, I can’t f**k him,” I repeated for the hundredth time, remembering her, -and myself-, that f*****g Satan is a no-no!

“Then let him f**k you.” The sad part? She’s serious!

“You’re crazy! I called you to forget about him, not to convince me to let him have his way with me.” I scolded in an exasperated voice, then roll my eyes, and she shrugs her shoulders and smiles innocently.

“He doesn’t sound like an innocent 17-18 years old kid to me. Are you sure he’s a student there? Maybe he’s the sports teacher.” God damn it! I start laughing uncontrollably this time, holding my aching stomach, and she looks at me like I’m crazy.

“What? That’s a possibility.” She exclaimed loudly, really believing what she said. Well, that is how crazy people work, so I shouldn’t be so shocked.

“No. I know the sports teacher, and he’s fat and old. He’s definitely a student sent from Hell to torture me and drive me insane.” I managed to explain after I calmed down and stopped laughing, and the events that happened earlier today came into my mind, and I swear that I can still feel his grip on my d**k, which turns hard in less than a second at the hot memory.

“Talk to you later, Mia.” Without giving her a chance to say anything else, I hang up, because I can’t talk to my best friend while I have a raging hard-on because of the memory that my evil hot student made for me.

A memory that causes my hard d**k to throb, begging for me to release it.

But if I do, I’ll do it thinking about him. There’s no doubt. No matter how much I’d try.

Don’t do it! Ignore it!

Maybe drinking, especially red wine and thinking about him wasn’t a good idea, ’cause ...

Fuck! Just this once. One time. I need it. Even if it’s all in my mind, I need to feel his touch.

Before I know it, my pants are unbuttoned, and my fingers are wrapped around my throbbing d**k, my thumb is slowly circling the head, coating it with warm pre-c*m, sending waves of heat and pleasure through my body, and pulling groans and moans out of my mouth.

My eyes closed by themselves, and images of him came into my mind, turning into a dirty movie.

His pretty pink lips wrapped around my d**k, his gorgeous green eyes darkened with desire, looking up at me, while I’m running my fingers through his black hair, tugging on it, while he sucks my d**k hungrily.

With each stroke, my body shivers, the memory of his hand cupping me over my pants makes my d**k pulse, the warmth of it puts me on fire, building the heat slowly in my stomach, my d**k, my balls, my every fiber, slowly taking me to places where I’ve never been.

The pleasure, the ecstasy, the rush that comes with his smirk and his mischievous emerald eyes, makes my hand move faster, searching desperately for a release as his husky voice echoes in my mind, threatening me, warning me that I’ll be his, that he’ll f**k me senseless and I can’t do anything about it.

A wave of almost unbearable heat washes my body, and my d**k starts twitching harder, leaving me breathless, and longing for his hot touch.

“Fucking... fuck...” The memory of his touch and his hot breath on my skin intensifies and makes my body tremble uncontrollably, flooding every fiber of it with pure pleasure.

Endless, excruciating pleasure took over me, and the release that I was looking for, came faster than I thought, shattering my body as strings of hot c*m shoot from my throbbing d**k, and landed on my naked chest, burning my skin and turning it into goosebumps.

“Holy... fuck...” Before I opened my eyes to look at the mess I made, I see his satisfied smirk, and I swear that I can hear him telling me that he knows my dirty thoughts. That he knows that I fell into temptation.

Good God, I’m truly f****d!