Student from Hell

Tempting him-Ch.6

ADAM'S POINT OF VIEW

One question. Why the hell did I draw him? I don't draw anyone. The only person I did draw, was my mom.

And I haven't drawn since she died. So... why? I didn't plan it, It just happened.

And what I said... since when the f**k am I so... disgustingly romantic?

Even though I want to vomit only thinking about it, I must admit that that was romantic. Right? But I want to f**k him, not marry him. Even though f*****g him every day for the rest of my life wouldn't sound so bad.

HELL TO f*****g NO!!! What the f**k it's wrong with you, Adam?

I mean, I like him. A lot. But that's just physical attraction, but to be totally honest, I do get a little nervous around him and my stomach gets crazy, and my heart beats a little faster than usual, but that's just because he was my first crush and he's hard to get. Right?

I can't feel things for him. It's been a week, there's no way to feel things for someone in a week, and I don't think that I'm capable of feeling those kinds of things for anyone.

Besides, we barely talk for God's sake. Ok, we do have a lot of conversations through our eyes. His hazel eyes. Gorgeous. They express so many things. Sad and happy things--

Ohhh, here I start again with the sappy s**t! Attraction, Adam! d**k!

Back to the point. I know he wants me, his eyes and body told me that loud and clear, but he's afraid. But afraid of what? Afraid to lose his job? But there's something more to it. He's protecting himself. Maybe he was hurt. Maybe someone hurt him. Did someone hurt him? I should find out. Maybe I'll commit my first murder.

Or better yet, maybe I should stop f*****g thinking so much! I want to f**k him, not protect him with my life. Jesus!

Maybe I should stay away. Ohh, who am I kidding? I can't stay away. I want him! Sexually! And only sexually. 100% sexually.

The ringtone of my work phone brings me back to earth, and I happily answer, because I'm going into dangerous places, and I do not want that.

"Hello?" I answered as I usually answer this phone, and that is in a serious, business-like voice, and a deep voice with a strong accent starts talking. Ivan!

"Hello. Did your friend tell you about our conversation?"

"Yes. He did, and I agree with you, Frank will not be involved." I reassured him, and he hums in approval.

"Good. Are you free this weekend?"

"Yes. I'll send you a text with the time and the address." I don't let them make the appointments. They can make the wrong impression and think that they are the ones in charge.

"Ok. I'll be waiting."

"Perfect. I'll get in touch as soon as I decide where and when." I hang up and bury myself in paperwork, not allowing my mind to wander to dangerous places again.

I have a lot of payments to do and people to bribe, so that should help.

The worst are the officials. They think that just because they turn a blind eye, they deserve to be paid half of what, the honest drug dealers, work hard to earn. But that doesn't work for me. I give them how much I think they deserve, and they accept because something is better than nothing.

I finish my work for the day, and as usual, I go to the gym to blow up some steam.

I lose track of time, and when I look at the clock, I see it's already 11 pm. I didn't get to f**k today either, and it's all Mr. Bourne's fault.

Since he came he occupied my mind and turned my schedule upside down. It takes double the time to finish my work, and double the time to work out, but on the other side, it takes me half the time to come under the shower when I think of him.

But he'll pay for the less attractive double soon. I'll f**k him double for all the days I missed on s*x, and I can't wait for that to happen.

Shit, I'm hard again! How can he make me hard in a second without even being here? Now I have to stroke myself again.

When I get hard for no reason, or because someone else makes me hard, I can fix it with a cold shower, but with him, it doesn't work. When I get hard because of him, there's not enough cold water in the world to calm my d**k. I don't know why, and right now I don't want to think about it because I don't need more unanswered questions.

So, I go under the shower, and I do just that. As the hot water starts washing over my body, I place my left palm flat on the wall in front of me to support my body, then wrap my fingers around my hard d**k and give it a light squeeze, then run my thumb over my Apadravya piercing that I got 2 years ago, and f**k, it changed my life. The piercing enhanced the pleasure to almost abnormal levels, the sensitivity of the glans is mind-blowing, it stimulates my d**k from the inside, and it drives women and men insane.

And that thought brings me to my hot teacher and how he would look like licking it, sucking on my head, how the erotic sound of my piercing clacking with his teeth would push me towards ecstasy, echo in that part of my brain that has a straight connection with my d**k, and that almost takes my breath away and forced my eyes to close and start jerking off faster, but I'm not ready to get off, I'm not ready to get him out of my mind, so I keep fantasizing about his perfect plump lips that I would love to kiss, lick, and bite until I would bruise them, then gently take the pain away with soft kisses while I would tug on his thick brown hair, running my fingers through it, then have those bruised lips once again wrapped around my d**k, sucking and licking it hungrily as I look down into his mesmerizing hazel eyes filled with lust and need.

With each image, the heat that washes me from inside outgrows, and my hard d**k twitches in my hand, releasing more and more precum, warning me that the end is close... so damn close... f*****g close...

The fire starts spreading when my mind conjures an image of him naked, and it's a perfect image because he's perfect. I saw his strong biceps straining against the shirts that had the honor to touch his body, the subtle shape of his chest, his muscular thighs that are hugged by those sexy suit pants, his firm, and round ass... I know he's perfectly chiseled without even seeing him.

Panting and groaning in pleasure, I increase the pace as I remember how he shivered today when I bit his neck, how deep and hoarse that groan was, how erotic and sensual his fast and shaky breaths were... I brush my tip with my thumb, giving the piercing a little more attention, rubbing it a bit more harshly to stimulate every sweet spot, and I almost lose my footing from the wave of pleasure that stroked me from the core of my d**k and which spread through my entire body, making me tremble.

The heat turned into fire, the blood that is trapped in my throbbing d**k feels like hot lava, and the flames of pleasure makes my hand jerk, sending shivers down my spine, making my d**k leak a big amount of precum, helping with the friction, then it starts twitching in my hand uncontrollably.

I tease my tip with my thumb again, tighten my grip a little harder as I reach my peak, and with a loud groan, I explode, shooting white strings of c*m all over the wall in front of me and on the floor, and as I slowly come down from my high, his name leaves my lips in a frustrated low groan, and I make a mental note to take things to another level. I need him. And I need him now!

I fall asleep while I make my plan for tomorrow, and I wake up with a smile on my face, knowing that in no time, I'll get to see him.

After a quick shower and a quick breakfast, I hop on my bike and head to school.

Unfortunately for me, his car is already here, and he's nowhere to be seen.

I guess I'll have to go to his class to see his gorgeous face.

I get in, and as suspected, he's sitting on his chair, looking through some papers.

Gorgeous. Perfect.

I take a seat in the front row as usual, and as soon as our eyes locked, I smiled, and he rolled his gorgeous eyes, and I can't help but chuckle.

The class filled, and he stands up and starts teaching, but I get lost in him again.

The way his lips move as he talks, the way he licks them from time to time, the way his muscles flex and move as he gestures or writes on that blackboard, all of that and more, drives me insane, and even though it's hard having a hard-on for an hour straight, it's worth it.

During this excruciatingly painful hour, he avoided looking at me at all costs. It's sweet, and my heart grows bigger than the school, because I know he's doing it because if he does look at me, he'll smile or get hard and frustrated.

The hour finished, and I make sure that we're alone again, he pretends that he doesn't see me, but I still go and lean on his desk.

He looks up at me expectantly, and I notice that in this light, his eyes change. The usually green speckles are now bright blue, and it's damn mesmerizing, making it very easy for me to drown in them and lose my voice.

"Can I help you?" He asked me while he tries to restrain himself from smiling, and I snap out of his trance.

"Yes."

"With...?" He asked in a voice that clearly warns me not to open the 'f*****g' subject again, otherwise, bad things will happen.

"I have had a hard-on since I saw you, and I know you're having one right now. So, I was thinking that we can help each other get rid of them. It's becoming annoying and painful." I replied honestly, and I can see that he's annoyed at the fact that I didn't take his threat seriously, but even if he truly meant it, and it would cause me repercussions, I wouldn't hold back, because I don't respond to threats.

He takes a deep breath and bites his inner cheek, faking annoyance, and suppressing another smile.

"You can smile. You have a beautiful smile." I encouraged in an honest voice, and he groans in frustration, or at least he tries to fake frustration, making me smile. He's truly sweet.

"I don't want to smile. I want you to get out!" He demanded in a desperate voice as he looks into my eyes, but I think he saw the lust in them because he looked away in record time.

"Well, we can come to an arrangement so we are both happy. I'll suck you, you'll smile, and then I'll go. Everyone gets what they want." I replied in a deep and husky voice, and he shakes his head in disapproval and honest exasperation but averts my gaze, but this time he did it so I wouldn't see the want and need in his eyes.

"I don't want you to suck me! God, why am I even engaging in this conversation?" He asked the question more for himself than for me, then runs a hand over his face in frustration, and I grab the edges of the desk, because, at this point, my self-control is slowly dissipating.

"I didn't say that you want me to suck you. Even though from the three choices that I gave you, you chose this one, so it means that you want me to suck you." I replied smugly, and he opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again, groaning in frustration.

"It's not true!" He tried to sound convincing, but again, it took him more than a few seconds to come up with this answer, which is not convincing.

"You had to choose between smiling, getting out, and sucking you. And you chose sucking. So..." I trailed off and let him fill the blanks, and if looks could kill... I would've been 6 feet under.

"I don't want you to suck me! Get out!" And, I ignore him.

"As I was saying, even though I know you want me to suck you... I didn't say that you want me to suck you. I want to suck you. And I want it bad." My voice came out huskier and deeper than usual, and I have to swallow the saliva that gathered in my mouth as I thought of his d**k on my tongue, sliding down my throat, choking me, then coating my mouth and throat with his hot c*m while he looks into my eyes and screams my name.

He clenches his jaw and gets up, coming right in front of me, and looks me straight in the eyes, trying to... intimidate me?

Well, if it weren't for his hard-on, maybe he would've succeeded.

Maybe.

Nope.

He wouldn't have.

"Get the f**k out!!!!" His strong voice, which tells me that he's slowly losing it, echoes in the classroom, and I get even harder. f**k!

"Are you afraid that you can't control yourself any longer? That your d**k will end up in my mouth? Down my throat? Tell me, Mr. Bourne, are you imagining my lips around your d**k? Your hand in my hair, keeping my head steady while you f**k my mouth?" We both swallow hard, and the desire that's glowing in his hazel eyes as he's looking at my lips is making it hard as f**k to restrain myself.

Self-control, Adam! Don't do anything that he doesn't want.

"No..." His voice lowered a few octaves, and anyone could tell that that wasn't a clear rejection, that was a statement with a slight hint of a question, and that's all it took for me to lose it.

I take a step closer to him and grab his d**k through his suit pants, squeezing it hard, and making him growl in pleasure.

After I get over the shock of how big his d**k is, I start enjoying the warmth that radiates through his pants, how it twitches against my palm, listen to his soft moans, memorizing them, and trying to ignore my buddy, which it's twitching against the rough material of my jeans, begging for a release, so I can focus solely on him.

"f**k!" His breath stopped as I started rubbing his d**k with my palm, putting more pressure with each stroke, and I can tell that he's slowly losing control by the way his head fell back, by how hard he's trying not to moan, groan, but he fails miserably.

I'm not complaining because his low groans, and erotic moans... Jesus Christ, they are so arousing that I'm positive that I'll f*****g finish only from hearing these enchanting sounds.

Another muffled groan escaped his sweet lips, and both our d***s twitched simultaneously, making us both groan in pleasure at the same time.

Good God... I never wanted someone as much as I want him.

"Let me suck you. I never sucked someone before, but I promise you that you'll love every second." I whispered in his ear, making sure that my lips brush his earlobe, and despite the moan and the shiver that ran through his perfect body, he catches my wrist and stops me.

Damn, he has more self-control than I hoped he did.

"You're my f*****g student! Get out!" His voice was loud, desperate, and pleading. An erotic song that's filling my ears and sends waves of pleasure through my body, straight to my throbbing d**k, almost making me come on the spot.

"I can't wait to feel you inside of me. I bet you're warm, and from what I felt just a second ago, you'll gonna tear me apart and I'll enjoy every second of pain and pleasure." I bite his earlobe gently, and inhale hard through my nose, filling my lungs with his manly scent, a mix of spice and wood, something that I only smelled on his skin, and I want to get drunk on it, make it my oxygen.

"And by the way... no one f****d me before. I would be only yours, Mr. Bourne." I lick his neck after I finish talking, and he growls but takes my hand away.

"Go!" He looks at me with his piercing eyes that now are a few shades darker than usual, and I bite my lip to stop myself from kissing him and having my way with him.

"Yes, sir. I have to stroke myself anyway. But we'll see each other again." I informed with a smirk, and he looks at my lips, then my eyes, and shakes his head in disapproval and shock.

"f**k off! You're damn crazy, kid!"

"More than crazy, Mr. Bourne." I smile and go away, and I hear a low f**k as I exit the classroom, and that makes me smile even bigger.

I'll have him. He'll fall. And when he will, I'll devour him. Destroy him.

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