Student from Hell

Ch.19-Threats and promises.

ADAM’S POINT OF VIEW

FUCK!

Fuck f**k f**k!

FUCK!

I’m gonna have a heart attack or a stroke. Or both.

God, I hope he’s coming... God, I f*****g hope so.

After school, I went shopping and bought two pairs of handcuffs with long chains, and approximately 10 inches between the cuffs so I can flip him from his back to his stomach without any problems or causing him unnecessary pain, and a blindfold, because I want to see him at my mercy, hear him beg, I want to f*****g own him.

This feeling of desperation it’s killing me because I never felt something like this, and I’m afraid of what it means, but it’s also mixed with lust and hunger, fact that eases my anxiety.

I think that the only reason I’m not hyperventilating it’s because my brain is too busy making plans. My mouth waters only at the memory of his delicious mouth and soft tongue, and... God, his d**k is f*****g delectable, and I need to taste him again or I’ll die.

Before, the thought of me sucking someone was ludicrous, but him... he’s like a drug that got me hooked from day one, and after tasting his salty-sweet pre-c*m, felt his big, thick, hard, and smooth dick... and his sweet, hot c*m, he got me addicted... f**k, I’m hard again.

I feel my d**k throbbing, and I decide to take another shower and stroke myself once again, otherwise... well, I’m so horny that I’m sure that I won’t last more than 10 minutes.

After I finish, I get out, wrap a towel around my waist and start pacing the floor.

God, f*****g, damn, what the f**k did he do to me?

My eyes fall on the minibar, and I pour myself a glass of Jack because I need something to help me loosen up.

Fuck! I feel like a damn virgin schoolgirl who’s about to f**k for the first time.

Ryan would make fun of me until my last moment on Earth if he would see me right now.

This is not normal, right? Or it is? Well, s****l attraction can be addictive...

While I was scolding myself and trying to find a logical explanation as to why I’m in this unfamiliar state, I hear a knock that made my heart stop together with my breath.

What the f**k is wrong with me? Am I going crazy? Should I go and see some kind of specialist? But what specialist?

I push these thoughts to the back of my mind, because...

“f**k f**k f**k f**k f**k. You can do it, Adam. Ok. Deep breaths. f**k!” I finish giving myself a little pep talk, which didn’t help as much as I hoped, and after I take a few deep breaths and slightly stabilize my heart, I go and open the door.

A smile instantly formed on my face without my permission when I saw him, and I got hard instantly when I saw what he was wearing.

A pair of dark blue jeans that look like they were made for him, hugging his long legs and sexy muscular thighs perfectly, a black V-T-shirt that’s tight on his body, exposing his sexy tattoos that are covering his left arm like a sleeve, and a teasingly small part of his chest.

His hair is not perfectly done, it’s a sexy mess, and one can see that he ran his fingers through it multiple times, fact that does things to my heart, things that I don’t want to dwell on right now, so I pull myself from whatever trance he put me in and step aside to make room for him to enter, but he hesitates, probably not sure if he should risk being alone with me.

“Well, are you planning on staying there?” I asked, and he takes a big breath as if he was preparing himself to say the most important sentence in his life.

“I came to talk!” He stated in a determined voice, and I know for a fact that he really did come just to talk, but unfortunately for him, that won’t happen. But I won’t tell him that. At least not until I have him cornered.

“And you want to do it in the hallway?” It takes him a minute to answer because he’s too focused on forcing himself not to roam my naked body with his gorgeous, hazel eyes, and I can’t help but smile as my heart grows.

“I’m just telling you. Don’t make a wrong impression.” He keeps his voice firm, trying to sound unaffected by my state, but he’s trying too hard for even a small kid to buy his act.

“God, no,” I said as if I’m offended that he even thought that I would think of something like that, and gestured for him to come inside.

His lips curl into a small smile, but he quickly bites his lower lip to control that small smile from spreading, then he quickly enters the room so I would lose sight of his expressions, and after I closed the door, he took a few steps back, almost gluing his back to his imaginary escape exit, but what he doesn’t know it’s that with me, there is no escape.

“A drink?” I gesture toward the minibar, and he shakes his head.

“I’m not planning on staying. I just came to tell you to stop.” His firm voice falters a little as his eyes fall on my upper body, slowly going down, then, as he probably realizes that he shouldn’t do that, he sweetly closes his eyes shut for a few seconds, then opens them and looks back into my eyes.

It must be hard for him, I know that if I would be in his place, I would have caved until now, but he proved to me multiple times that his self-control is much better than mine, but I’m not complaining because I’m sure as f**k that he could see my heart racing if he would take a better look at my chest.

“Stop... sucking you?” I asked, not succeeding to hide the smirk that formed on my face when I saw him swallow hard.

“Yes.” He tried to sound determined, but he failed royally.

Besides the fact that he’s biting his inner cheek nervously, that damn delicious d**k of his is almost ripping those incredibly sexy jeans he’s wearing, revealing his true dirty thoughts.

“If that is your wish, I won’t suck you anymore.” That, until he’ll ask me to suck him on his own, but I decided to keep this last part to myself.

Meanwhile, his eyes went a bit wide, clearly surprised by my answer.

“Really?” He asked in utter disbelief, but with a little hope in his voice and eyes, and I nod.

“Really,” I replied as I took two steps closer, almost gluing our bodies, and he pushes me back, or at least he tries because I’m faster than him, and quickly grab the front of his throat, not squeezing hard, but just enough to push him back and pin him by the door, then really glue our bodies, and involuntarily inhale hard the exotic, earthy and fresh scent that always manages to makes me shiver in delight, then lick the shell of his ear, and whisper lowly my plans for the day.

“But today you’ll learn to scream my name. Today I’ll get to show you what kind of driver I am.” The whisper made him shiver, and when I licked his neck with a flat tongue in one slow motion, I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped the back of my throat even if I wanted to when I felt his pulse increasing under my wet tongue.

“f**k, kid. Stop... I don’t want to hurt you...” His voice was low and shaky as if he was struggling to talk, and his d**k contradicted his words by twitching against mine, pulling another groan out of me. And even though the wild side of me tells me to stop talking and take him already, I restrain myself and pull back enough to look into his mesmerizing hazel eyes that now are a few shades darker, and his pupils are blown wide.

“But I want you to. Just not right now. Now it’s my time to play.” I said as I wrapped an arm around his waist and pull him towards me, pushing my hips against his, putting pressure on our throbbing d***s, and I’m rewarded with a sensual growl of pleasure, which is soon followed by a sweet moan when I lick my way with the tip of my tongue down his jaw, to his neck, then harshly bite the sensitive skin there, making him hiss and moan at the same time, then growl lowly when I brush my wet lips against the mark that will most definitely form.

He shivers again, but then he tenses and tries to push me, probably aware of what he’s doing, and I smile when I feel how weak his attempt is. My heart grows together with my ego as I can feel how his strengths are leaving his lean and muscular body that is now melting in my arms.

“Don’t fight it. You and I both know that this is inevitable. You want my d**k as bad as I want yours.” My voice is so husky that it sounds hoarse, wild, laced with hunger and lust, and he sucks in a sharp breath as if to gather his strength, and I wait patiently, curious about what he has to say.

“f**k off!” He cursed with all he got, trying and failing to sound angry.

Yes, he is frustrated, but not angry.

I disregard the frustration and focus on the heat that his hot body emanates, then squeeze his throat harder and look into his hazel eyes so he can see that I mean each and every f*****g word.

“I agree... but without the ′off’, so, I’m gonna f**k, and I’m gonna f**k hard!” I stated as a fact, and before he has the chance to reply, I lick his lips from right to left and pull back, then smirk as I see him licking his lips.

“You want to taste more?” Even though his eyes are even darker, filled with so much desire that it literally drips from his eyes, he still doesn’t fall.

Well... Yet.

“You’ve been drinking.” He disregards my question, but that’s not a problem, I’ll fix it.

“A few sips. But don’t worry, I’m not drunk. I never get drunk. Especially not with you. I want to remember every second, Mr. Bourne. I want to remember how you feel around my d**k until next time.” I explained to him my genuine intentions in the same husky voice, surprising myself a bit because I don’t do second times, but I decided to let it go and focus on him and his narrowed, naturally groomed eyebrows.

“There’s not gonna be a ‘next time’!” His voice tells me that he’s flabbergasted that I would even say something like that, but what he doesn’t know, is that he fell right into my trap.

“So... there is ‘this time’.” I twist his words to my advantage, and he rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to say something, most probably to contradict me, but I don’t allow him, I actually take advantage of that and crush my lips on his.

He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back, trying to break the kiss, but I grab the back of his neck and deepen it, keeping him steady and licking his sweet lips, but he doesn’t grant me access, he keeps pushing me.

“Stop. I can... and I will hurt you.” He threatened through gritted teeth against my lips, but I don’t step back. Instead, I unbutton his pants with my free hand and slide it under his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his hard d**k that’s slicked with warm pre-c*m, then start stroking it excruciatingly slow.

“Tell me to stop one more time, and I will,” I promised without breaking the kiss and squeeze his d**k harder, giving it a harsher tug that turns the complaining into an erotic moan that gives me the upper hand, and I take full advantage of it and slip my tongue inside his sweet mouth, then groan loudly at the taste of the delicious, unique mix of strawberries and mint that floods my buds. A heavenly flavor that enhances all my senses and turns me into a caveman, hungry for more, and who takes control over my body and starts devouring his mouth, licking and tasting every crevice, going as far as sucking his tongue in my mouth and fest on it.

Despite the moans that tell me that he wants this, and although he’s not saying stop, he keeps pushing me as if, if he’s gonna succeed to break free from my grip, he’ll regain his senses, but I don’t back down, I bite and suck harder and with every bite, I feel him slowly giving in.

After a few more licks and bites, I feel his tongue, which up until now was still, starting to hesitantly move, kissing me back, and I can’t help but smile satisfied against his plump lips.

Losing every ounce of control, he grabs the back of my neck and deepens the already deep kiss, sending jolts of pleasurable pain through my lips, straight to my d**k while our tongues fight for dominance.

The kiss is so passionate and hungry that it makes everything feel surreal. I can feel my hammering heart beating against my ribcage violently as if it warns me that it’s about to cease or come out, not sure yet, and my lungs stopped working a while ago, leaving me breathless, but as much as I need oxygen, I can’t find it in me to break the kiss because I need him more than I need air right now.

A breeze of cool air brushes my leaking d**k as he pulls my towel, letting it fall on the ground, and takes me in his big hand, stroking me slowly and squeezing hard, then stops for a second when his fingers brushed my piercing, and a gasp left his pretty lips, making me smile.

“You have a piercing?” He asked, and I took a step back to answer his question.

“f*****g Hell... I’ve never been with someone with a piercing... fuck... it’s... beautiful... can a d**k be beautiful? Fuck...” I don’t think he realizes that he’s voicing his thoughts, but damn, his voice is laced with pure lust that makes it sound deeper, huskier, and the desire in his eyes as he looks at my 9 inches long, and f*****g thick d**k, -yes, I’ve been blessed-, boost my ego and almost makes me come on the spot.

I ignore the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the saliva in his mouth and try not to think why he had to swallow because I have other plans, so, I take his shirt off, throwing it God knows where, desperate to have him naked so I can devour him because all that matters is him, his pleasure.

I then break my promise and fall to my knees, take his shoes off, and pull his jeans and boxers as well, freeing his d**k, which looks even more delectable than earlier. It’s the manliest erotic d**k I’ve ever seen. It’s also big, around 8-9 inches, slightly curved upwards, perfect to stimulate my prostate, it’s just... mouth-watering,

I lick the luscious, hard member from bottom to top in one slow motion, wetting it with my warm saliva, then blow cold air on it, making it twitch and release another drop of pre-c*m, which I hungrily lick.

“f**k!!” He cursed through clenched teeth, fighting the orgasm that his twitching d**k tells me that he’ll gonna have if I don’t stop, and that makes my d**k throb and leak even more pre-c*m, that is slowly making a small puddle on the floor, and I decide to stop, otherwise, we’ll both come, and I have bigger plans than this.

I stand up and grab his hips, lifting him off the floor, and he wraps his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck while whispering a low: ‘f**k, this is hot...’

“You’re hot!” I start devouring his neck as I start walking towards the bedroom, inhaling his intoxicating scent and tasting his soft skin, biting it hard, then licking it, turning the pain that my bite caused, into pleasure, and he slowly surrenders himself to me completely by leaning his head on my shoulder to give me more access, so I can properly devour and tease the sweet spot from the nape of his neck that makes him moan uncontrollably.

Without putting him down, I crawl into bed, placing him in the middle of it, then lean on one side and take the blindfold and cuffs that are situated on the nightstand, and he looks at them with narrowed eyes and shakes his head in disapproval.

“You think that you’ll use those on me? I don’t trust you.” He sounded as if he can’t believe that I even fathomed that he would allow me to do such a thing.

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, I’m using them, and you’ll love it,” He shakes his head again, then tries to take them from me, but I quickly pin him to the bed and keep his hands over his head in a secure grip.

“Don’t fight it, Mr. Bourne. You’ll lose, and you know it.”

“You won’t cuff me!” I don’t answer, there’s no point, verbal argumentation would last forever, so, I just lower myself and bite the sweet spot on his neck, the one that I saw that he loves and loses control when stimulated, saving us both some time.

“God...” He moans, and I take advantage of his weakness and quickly cuff one hand with one pair of cuffs to the metal headboard of the bed.

I searched for a hotel with a metallic headboard bed frame, and I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna use it!

He pulls his hand, trying to break the cuffs and release himself as he realizes what happened, making me smirk.

“Too late, Mr. Bourne. Now, stop pulling, or the cuff will tighten around your wrist and it will hurt.” I explained with a satisfied voice, but before he gets the chance to comment, I continue.

“On second thoughts, a little pain didn’t kill nobody. Quite the contrary. So, knock yourself out... even though, I’d rather be the one inflicting the pain...” I trailed off in a husky voice, and he bites his inner cheek, either to stop himself from talking back or stopping himself from moaning, not sure, but I would bet on the latter.

“Now... be a good boy and give me the other hand. I promise that I won’t do anything that you won’t beg me to do again.” I choose to ignore the little voice that tells me that I shouldn’t even think about a next time because I don’t f**k more than once, and we’re at the second s****l encounter as it is, and just enjoy the multitude of sensations that wash through my body.

“f**k you, kid!” He shoots back *angrily* but his lips curl into a small smile that he unsuccessfully tries to hide.

“Tempting... very tempting... but as I said, now it’s my time to play. Now, let me play with my new toys because I throw tantrums if I don’t get what I want.” I use these specific words because he keeps calling me a kid, and he shakes his head and chuckles, looking at me with an unknown expression on his face, but now it’s not the time to figure things like this out, now it’s time to f**k.

“But don’t worry, you’ll get your turn,” I promised with a smirk, then leaned to take his hand, but he dodges my hand and grabs my d**k in a tight grip, stroking me fast, knocking the air out of me and sending my body into a frenzy, making me growl in an almost animalistic manner.

God damn, the man turns me into an animal!

“Fuck... if this is... your attempt... of making me... fuck... change my mind... it’s a failed one.” I barely talked, my brain, which tells me to stop him, is fighting with my body, which begs me to let him go on... but I’ll be damned if I’ll let him or my body f**k up my plans.

“I will get you for this.” He threatened or promised, depending on who you’re asking, but if you ask me, I f*****g hope and pray that it’s both of them.

“I f*****g hope so.” I worded my desire, and he finally let go and surrendered, willingly giving me his hand, and I don’t waste a second and cuffed it at a distance that will allow me to easily flip him from his back onto his stomach, then take the blindfold, but before I put it on, I grab his jaw with my hand, to make eye contact, -because he was staring at my d**k-, making sure that he sees my eyes, that he feels my hungry gaze and the promise behind them.

“I will f**k you so hard, so deep, and so fast, that I promise you that you’ll think of me every time you’ll sit or walk for the next two weeks.” The confirmation that he heard my promise loud and clear, is given to me by his hard c**k that twitches against my ass, and with a devilish smirk, I put the blindfold on, but before I start, I inhale his fresh and earthy scent once more, lick his neck to his jaw, and stop just half an inch from his lips, inhaling his fast and heavy breaths.

God, he’s too f*****g delicious for his own good.

A/N.

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