Student from Hell

Ch.20-Addicted.

ADAM'S POINT OF VIEW

Sitting on top of him, I get to admire and brush my fingertips over every muscle, starting from his neck and shoulders which flexed beautifully because his arms are above his head, then continue my way down to his strong biceps, following with my gaze the sleeve tattoo that covers his entire arm, shoulder and left pec, outlining every line, memorizing it, then go lower to his erotic six-pack that is perfectly lined up, and sweet Jesus, the V-lines that lead to the most tempting d**k I’ve ever seen, arouses me to no end.

His pubic hair is trimmed short, -and, God, that’s a turn-on-, and as I place myself between his legs, I see that that is the only place where he has hair. His balls are shaved clean, inviting me to taste them.

I never believed in Gods or a higher power, but now I do. This man was handcrafted to perfection by one, or he is a God himself because there is no way that a human can be so damn perfect.

My watering mouth reminds me that what I outlined with my fingers I have to also lick and bite, mark every inch of the beautiful perfection that lays in front of me, and I start from his neck, tilting his head on one side, then the other, making sure that I memorize every moan and groan that I elicit with my mouth, tongue, and teeth, leaving marks as I suck his sensitive skin, then go further to his flexed shoulder blades, biting them while he whirls under me, arching his back and bucking his hips in an attempt of getting the pressure that his d**k needs, but I’m not ready to grant him that yet. I have a lot more to do until I’ll be willing to do that.

My mouth moves on its own, and after my tongue licked every inch of his pecs, outlining his tattoo with the tip of my tongue, I brush my wet lips over his n*****s tantalizingly slow, making him groan and arch his back, silently asking me to be rougher, and the decision of not doing it until he begs flew out of the window when he whimpered sensually and his breath stopped.

I start by sucking one n****e in my mouth, flip my tongue over it, then bite it gradually, from gentle to hard, and as I reach the point of pain, I lick it with a flat tongue, making his entire body shiver, and as I look at his beautifully masculine face, I see that small beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his lower lip is captive between his pearly teeth, making him look like an angelic porn star.

“Good God, you’re f*****g gorgeous!” The true statement came out of nowhere, surprising even me, but as I said, it’s f*****g true, maybe even an understatement.

His lips part, probably to say something, but I continue teasing his other n****e while I pinch the one that I left, making him forget all about talking, instead, he moans lowly and pulls the cuffs again, but like the previous time, it’s in vain, and the low moan gets laced with a frustrated groan.

I left his hard n*****s after I blow cold air on them, making his body convulse, and I start outlining the shape of his six-pack with the tip of my tongue, then biting and sucking the soft skin, leaving as many marks as I can, and when I’m satisfied, I go further down, licking his V-line, inhaling the sweet scent of arousal, then lick the head of his throbbing d**k, which now is red and leaking pre-c*m like a broken faucet, pre-c*m that gathered in a small puddle on his stomach, and which I hungrily lick, and groan at the sweet-salty, delicious taste.

By now, his entire body glistens with a thin layer of sweat and my saliva, and the erotically sensual sight confirms my suspicions. He is a God that was handcrafted by an even higher power.

A whine escapes his lips when I pull back, and he opens his mouth to complain about the fact that I’m ignoring his thick d**k, but I don’t give him the chance, and grab a tight grip on his hips and flip him from his back to his stomach, and the complaint was quickly replaced by a sexy gasp that gave me more powers.

“Fuck... you’re f*****g hot...” He stated in a breathless voice, causing my heart to swell and start a harder fight with my ribcage, searching for more space, almost breaking it, and I reply with a loud growl that covers his moans and groans.

His back muscles are beyond arousing, his shoulder blades are slightly sticking out due to the new position, accentuating his many other groups of muscles, and his straight spine parts the two, sexy dimples that are situated on each side of it, just above his asscheeks.

Fuck, damn... he’s truly perfect!

My mouth waters again, and the need to lick him whole takes over me once more, and I cave into my desire and start by licking his spine with a flat tongue from bottom to top in one motion, and I feel his muscles tensing and his body shivering against my tongue that doesn’t stop once it reaches the top of his spine but continues, then I alternate between biting, scratching and licking the smooth skin while I inhale his earthy and spicy scent, which now it’s mixed with fresh sweat and the scent of pheromones that his body releases, an addictive mix that I want to live on, but it’s still not enough.

I want more, I want to feel his body heat, so, I lean on him, and I almost come on the spot when my d**k makes contact with his asscheek, and as if that’s not enough, he pushes his ass upwards, creating more pressure and pulling a loud groan out of me while he makes the most erotic sounds I’ve ever heard coming out from someone’s mouth.

I decide to get up because I’m one caress away from coming, and go back down, scratching and licking his spine again, eliciting the sweet sounds that I record in my head for future use.

His round and firm asscheeks are beyond perfect, and the olive skin that covers them looks softer than silk, but I need to make sure, so I brush my lips over them, moaning at the silky feel of them against my lips, then bite them harshly, making him hiss and moan in pleasurable pain, then lick the abused skin, replacing the slight pain with pure pleasure, then ever so gently I brush them with my palms, making him moan softly, and his back arches when the gentle contact turns into a harsh one as I slap them hard, and he rewarded me with another pornographic groan.

“Fuck... do something. f**k me!” The plead behind his frustrated command makes me feel things that I haven’t felt before, things that flood my entire being with sensations that are impossible to describe in words, and a desperate need to satisfy him takes over me, and I plan to act on those needs and give him more pleasure than his body can handle.

“How do you say, Mr. Bourne?” I asked, even though his body is begging me, but I still need to hear him say it.

“Fuck.. you’re a tease...” He accused in a sensual and frustrated voice, and as a punishment for his wrong answer I slap his ass hard, painting both his asscheeks in an arousing pink, leaving the exact form of my hand on them, and making him hiss, and this time, I don’t lick or brush the abused skin, and I plan on covering his entire ass if he won’t answer correctly.

“Wrong. Try again!” I commanded, and he growls in frustration, making me harder than I already am if that’s even possible.

“Fuck... please...” His plead was desperate and frustrated, and for that, I bite his butt cheek hard, making him hiss in pain.

“Shhhhh, you deserved it.” I shushed him, then I brush the mark with my lips, and he takes a sharp breath and shivered.

“f*****g hot...” I don’t think that he even realizes that he praises me, not that I’m complaining because only God knows what his praises and moans do to me and my d**k.

I take one of the pillows and place it under his stomach so I can have better access to his ass, then part his firm and round asscheeks, and I swear to God that even my breath stopped for a second at the luscious sight.

His pink, hairless hole looks f*****g delectable, and even though I didn’t plan on eating him because I never do that, my watering mouth tells me that I was f*****g wrong.

I gently let my finger graze over the tight entrance, which pulses at my light touch, enticing me further, and the way he squirms and arches his back while pushing his behind against my finger, silently begging me to enter him, almost makes me cave, but I have to deny him this plead and be selfish for once and do what my mind and body wants, and that is to taste him, fest on his pink entrance until I’m satiated.

Swallowing the river of saliva that keeps flooding my mouth, I part his rosy cheeks even further, then dig in, licking his puckered hole with a flat tongue, earning myself a breathless moan, sucking on it, lick it again, grazing it with my teeth, then, as I push the tip of my tongue in, he clenched slightly with a soft gasp.

I don’t know how others taste or smell, but him... God, he smells and tastes like blooming honeysuckles, sweet nectar that excites my taste buds, and the scent of ripe citrus and hints of honey are filling my nostrils, causing all my senses to go into a euphoric frenzy.

When he arched his back as I insistently pressed further in, he rewarded me with a sharp intake of breath, followed by his velvet walls flexing around my tongue, which only encourage me to go even deeper.

“You’re f*****g delicious...” I voice my thoughts against his pulsing hole, and he replies with another moan, flipping the last switch in my brain, and turning me into a hungry savage that can only be saturated by his aroma and his ambrosial scent.

Digging my fingers in his asscheeks harder, I try to part them more so I can bury my tongue as deep as it’s humanly possible, lick and thrust his walls faster, trying to tame my hunger, but it’s in vain because with every thrust, every lick, every delicious taste, I feel how the hunger mixes with addiction, and that has no cure.

“God... more...” His voice is pleading, but I need words, I need to hear how he turns into an addict as well, so, even though it’s hard, I manage to stop and slap his already abused cheeks once more, causing another print of my hand to overlap the other ones.

“f*****g please...” The sexy plead sends waves of pleasure through my body and mind, pulling an almost animalistic groan out of me, and the way the plead filled with desire and frustration caused my skin to turn into goosebumps which are followed by electrifying shivers that run through every fiber of my body, and as a reward for the inhumane sensations that he offered me, I lick his cheek with a flat tongue where I slapped him, and he releases another sweet moan.

“You have no idea how much pleasure I get from pleasuring you, Cassius. No f*****g clue.” My voice is hoarse and laced with pure lust, and he sucks in another sharp breath as I lick his asscheek to soothe the burning skin that now is a deeper shade of pink, resembling a pink-red rose.

“You’re killing me...” The complaint was said in a breathless voice laced with desire and frustration, making my heart swell and beat a tad faster.

I coat my index in lube and slowly enter him, groaning as his walls clench around it and suck it in as if to guide me to the sweet spot that will bring him that much-needed gratification... but... my finger slipped quite easily, and that makes me wonder why... did he play with himself, or he showered... or... he f****d? God, I hope it’s not the latter, but I shouldn’t care, I don’t care, he’s not mine, so... I don’t care...

I push the question to the back of my mind and continue what I was doing, that being, looking for his sweet spot, and it wasn’t hard to find it, being so aroused, his prostate is so swollen, that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t have missed it.

“Yes... there...” He pleaded as he grabbed the chains of the cuffs in a tight grip and pushes himself on my finger, asking for more.

“I know, gorgeous, your body already told me,” I said as I started hitting his A-spot harshly, earning myself a groan, then gently brushing it, earning a breathless moan.

The scintillating sounds alternate, either echoing throughout the room, or are barely heard, and the incoherent words that slip through his sweet lips are taking the pleasure that I get by pleasuring him, to another level that no human has ever reached.

“Ass up. I want your dick.” The line between a command and a plead was very thin, but I doubt that he heard the slight difference of tone, or if he did, he said nothing about it but quickly obeyed and supported himself on his elbows, lifting his ass for me to have access to his d**k, but my plan of starting to stroke him was forgotten due to the droplets of sweat that roll down his spine and back muscles, freezing me in place, and my eyes devour the sight as my mouth starts watering again.

The heat that was steadily burning my lower region is increasing and expanding at an abnormal rate, the regular twitches of my d**k become irregular and uncontrollable as the warm pre-c*m stains the sheets under me and turns from warm to hot, warning me that if I slightly brush my d**k, I will come.

I close my eyes shut for a second to regain control over my body, which I don’t recognize anymore, then wrap my fingers around his hot d**k which throbs and twitches in my hand, squeezing it as I coat my middle finger from my other hand as well, and enter him again, stretching him further while scissoring his hole.

“Holy... God... Fuck...” He mutters incoherently while trying to f**k himself on my fingers, but I stop any movements, silently telling him that he’s not allowed to move, and he got the message pretty quickly because, with a frustrated whine, he stopped moving.

As a reward, I start stroking him slowly while I’m intensely reading his body to keep him on edge and not allow him to finish until I want to, and that’s until he loses all control.

His red asscheeks get my attention, and I groan in frustration because I have my hands full, and as much as I want to feel them, I can’t leave his d**k and hole.

But again, my watering mouth reminds me that there are other ways of satisfying my urge, and after I coat the third finger, I put my teeth to some good use and bite him hard while simultaneously entering his tight entrance, targeting his prostate, and hitting it spot-on over and over again, not stopping the friction that my hand offers to his d**k, and licking his bruised skin.

I feel him lose control at an urgent pace, I can feel the shivers that run through his body, I can feel even his shaky breath and how his walls tighten around my fingers so much that I can barely move them anymore, I can hear his body telling me that he’s reaching his orgasm.

“I’m gonna... I’m comi... fuck... Jesus!!!” He screams his release as strings of hot c*m shoot from his d**k, some on the pillow and some on my hand.

I can tell that his powers are leaving his body and he’s about to collapse, so I quickly pull the pillow from under him so he wouldn’t lay in c*m, and without even realizing it, I lick the remaining c*m from my hand.

“f*****g delicious,” I stated more for myself than for him because he’s in another world, and I don’t think that he hears anything right now.

As suspected, after he came down from his high, he collapsed on his stomach, and I can’t help but lay on his back to be able to feel his skin against mine, his body heat, that beautiful layer of sweat that covers the most perfect body on Earth, but keep my body weight on my elbows so I wouldn’t crush him.

As I wait for his fast and shaky breath to recover, I gently nibble on his earlobe, then whisper in his ear, making him shiver under me.

“You have no idea how many times I imagined this... but what I imagined doesn’t even come close to reality. Your skin, your body, your taste... everything is smoother, sexier, more delicious, and I need more. I need to feel more, taste more, I need to f*****g breathe you in, I need to make our bodies one. Do you want that, Mr. Bourne?” I asked in a husky whisper, then continue to lick the shell of his ear as I wait for his answer, for his consent.

I’m such a f*****g gentleman!