Student from Hell

Whiskey and red wine-Ch.9

ADAM'S POINT OF VIEW

I’m waiting impatiently for his self-control to vanish, and I hope it will soon because my own self-control is vanishing.

“My lips are getting dry from the heavy breathing, Cassius. I don’t like when my lips are dry. Can you get them wet for me?” My deep and husky voice made him shiver under my touch, and that pulled a low groan out of me.

“f**k it!” This frustrated curse told me that I won, and I was right because in a second his hands grabbed my head and pulled me into a wild kiss.

Heaven reached Earth and everything stopped, everything ceased to exist, and everything disappeared. Everything except for him and his softer-than-silk lips, full and delicious lips. Everything except for his touch, his body warmth, his hot wet tongue that licked my lips in an urgent need to enter my mouth.

I obey and welcome his delicious tongue with mine, tasting the flavor of red wine that mixes with my flavor of whiskey and creates an erotic cocktail that turns me on fire.

A moan escapes our mouths at the same time, and I grab the back of his neck and deepen the kiss, holding him close and making sure that he can’t break it, then wrap my other arm around his waist and pull him even closer, gluing our bodies so not even air can squeeze between us, trying to make us one, get as much of him as I can, press against him until our already hard and throbbing d***s twitch against each other, giving us the pressure that we both need.

Dear God, this is Heaven.

I walk forward, forcing him to walk backward until I pin him on the bathroom counter, and another groan made its way out when he bucked his hips, groan that he captured with his sweet mouth, making my already racing heart race even faster, the butterflies in my stomach to fly wildly through my body, spreading heat with their wings and sending tingles of bliss in every atom that my body is made of.

His hands are running through my hair, tugging on it desperately, deepening the already deep and passionate kiss, causing the tingles of bliss to mix with the new ones of pain and pleasure, making me shiver and groan, hungrily twirling my tongue around his soft one, tasting his delectable saliva, licking his palate, his cheeks, licking every damn inch that my tongue can reach.

I feel him melting in my embrace, totally surrendering to me, and I tighten my grip, holding him against me, even though I feel myself melting as well.

The groans of pleasure resonate in the empty bathroom as we keep pushing our hips and seek more and more friction, pushing harder and rubbing faster, and I have to admit that I never felt such pleasure, fact that makes me wonder just how would it feel to really have him? To be inside of him? To feel his hot skin against mine... his walls contracting around my d**k, squeezing it...

I cut these strings of thoughts because I’m already on the brink of finishing, and I don’t want to do it in my pants, so I focus on his exquisite lips, hot breath, and low groans.

The air supply gets lower and lower, we’re both panting, struggling to catch a small breath, but none of us is willing to break the extraordinary kiss.

I definitely rather die from lack of oxygen than break it because I don’t know when I’ll get another one, and I want to take full advantage of this one, memorize his soft tongue, imprint mine in his mind, hoping that he’ll want more.

After what seemed forever, but also a blink of an eye, he broke the kiss, but I didn’t let go. I can’t yet. He feels so damn good in my arms, it feels as if his body was made for me to hold.

I put my forehead on his, and break the silence as soon as we were both able to breathe.

“God... you’re too delicious for your own good...” As if my voice brought him back from his trance, he tenses against me and pulls back, looking at me with hazel eyes filled with guilt.

“Jesus Christ, what have I done?” A knot forms in the pit of my stomach at the sound of regret that’s loud and clear in his voice, but I try to keep my face neutral and not show it.

I expected him to react like this, but it doesn’t make it easier.

“What you wanted to do for a long time,” He shakes his head and puts his hands on my shoulders, pushing me away, but I tighten the grip around his waist, keeping him in place.

“Let me go.” His request was a sweet plead, which makes me want to kiss him again, maybe tease him a bit, but now he’s on the verge of having a panic attack, so, it’s not the time to tease.

“First, calm down. You did nothing wrong.” He takes a few seconds to take my words into consideration, but again, he shakes his head, not believing me.

“You’re my damn student!” His voice is a pitch higher, and even though he stopped pushing me and his hands are now resting on my chest, burning my skin through my shirt, his hazel eyes are still troubled.

“Not now. Now, we’re just two people that crave each other, and it’s nothing wrong with that.” I keep my voice low and steady, hoping that it will help, and it did.

He rolls his eyes, sign that he came to his normal, annoyingly sweet, sarcastic, gorgeous self.

“I would address you by your name, but we both know that you will not gonna tell me and before you say something, I don’t want to find out. So, Mr. *whatever your name is*, this was a mistake and I don’t want us to ever talk about it, or even mention what happened in he--” I place two fingers on his soft, swollen lips to interrupt him, and to my surprise, he doesn’t pull back.

“You will find out my name. And as you noticed, I never mention any of our previous encounters. I don’t live in the past, Mr. Bourne, the future is my concern. And in the future, we will do much more than we did a few minutes ago. And what happened here, was not a mistake, it was what I call, a perfect kiss. The most passionate, amazingly delicious kiss I have ever experienced, and I promise you that it won’t be the last, and you better get used to the idea.” I state in a serious voice, and he rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disapproval, but the small smile that I felt forming under my fingers puts me at ease and makes me smile as well.

I take my fingers off his lips, but not before I trace their perfect shape.

“No, it won--” I place my lips on his, interrupting him once again, and suck his bottom lip in my mouth, biting it gently, then licking it, earning myself a soft moan that I take advantage of and enter his mouth with my tongue, looking for his, hungry for another taste of Heaven.

His tongue gently massages mine, and his hands tug on my shirt, pulling me closer, deepening our passionate kiss without realizing it.

A groan escapes my throat as I feel the urgency in his kiss increasing, the lust that hides behind his actions, and the closeness of our bodies that cause our hard d***s to press against each other again.

The intensity of it all it’s overwhelming, and the need to come it’s almost unbearable, the feelings and sensations that wash through me are foreign, surprising the f**k out of me, and if all my blood wouldn’t be in my d**k, maybe I would wonder how come I risk coming from a kiss and a little friction, but I’m too focused on the pleasure, the heat, and not to finish, and it’s damn f*****g hard!

Our chests collide while we’re struggling to catch a breath of air, and soon we’re forced to break the kiss. Damn lungs.

“Who is that guy?” The question escaped my mouth before I realize it, and I want to punch myself for asking it, but I still pull back to look into his hazel eyes.

“What guy?” I can tell by the way he furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head quizzically that he’s truly confused, and the feeling of frustration that I felt just seconds ago for asking the question, disappeared, and a huge smile slowly makes its way onto my face.

If he doesn’t remember him, it means that I did a pretty good job.

“Ohhh, for God’s sake!” He rolls his eyes as he realizes why I’m smiling and what his reaction was.

“Well?” The smile on my face gets bigger as I insist, and he hides a smile while he tries to be serious.

“That’s none of your business. But if you really want to know, he’s... my boyfriend.” The fact that he hesitated tells me that it’s a big lie, and an attempt to make me back down but even if that would be the case, I still wouldn’t back down.

I’ll have him even if it’s the last thing I do.

“Terrible, terrible liar,” I shake my head in amused disapproval, and he opens his mouth to say something, most probably to contradict me, then he closes it, most probably afraid that he’ll say something wrong.

He huffs sweetly in surrender, making me chuckle softly, then pushes me, and this time I’m caught off guard and he escapes my grip.

Before I know it, he’s on his way out of the bathroom, and I don’t try to stop him, but I still have one last thing to say, and I hurry to say it before he gets out.

“You’re sweeter than honey mixed with sugar, and as a kid, I won’t give up until I’ll eat you!” He shakes his head but doesn’t turn around, and gets out, leaving me with a huge ass smile on my face.

Damn, he’s really sweet.

After I get out of my trance and succeed to wipe the smile off my face, I fix my hair and go out as well, and all my good mood flew out of the f*****g window when I see him sitting across from the damn i***t that smiles like the damn i***t that he is.

Now... I don’t know why and don’t you dare ask, but my legs led me to their table.

I pull the chair between Cassius and the i***t that I would enjoy killing, but restrain myself, and sit down as if it’s the most natural thing to do.

Cassius looks at me horrified, and the i***t looks at me confused.

I look at him and extend my hand in a fake attempt to be polite and let him introduce himself.

“Aaaa Martin... ” The i***t’s voice is low and shaky, and he reluctantly takes my hand, and I squeeze it just enough for him to make a painful grimace.

“Excuse us... ” Cassius tries to interrupt me, but I flash him a smile and interrupt him.

“Nice to meet you, Martin.” I greeted with an obviously fake smile but then I drop it and decide to be honest.

“I’m not gonna lie to you. It’s not nice to meet you. Quite the opposite. And I would say that I’m sorry to interrupt, but that would be another lie, and I don’t do that. I did come with a purpose though. I want to congratulate you for succeeding to score a date with Cassius over here, but I have to warn you. Don’t invest any feelings, because he’s not available. He’s currently in denial, but he’ll come around. It’s inevitable. Enjoy the food.” I finish with a smirk and look at both of them, who are looking at me with their mouths slightly open in shock and wide eyes.

I wink at Cassius, who clenches his jaw, but not because he’s angry, it’s because he’s trying to suppress a smile, but it’s too late. Already saw it.

“See you on Monday, gorgeous.” And with that, I get up and go to the waitress that attended to them without looking back, ask her how much their bill is and pay it, then give her a big tip for her to give them a message on my behalf when the dinner is over.

She writes everything down, chuckling from time to time, and blushing harder and harder with each sentence.

I glance at them again as I go to my table, and I can see that the atmosphere is weird between them.

Cassius is playing with his wine glass while biting his inner cheek, and the i***t, well, I don’t give a f**k what he does, so I don’t even look his way.

All I care about is Cassius, and no matter what he says, he’s mine. Only mine.

Damn, this thing is escalating. But I decide not to worry because it’s probably the fact that I haven’t had him yet, and the fact that I haven’t f****d in forever. So, after I f**k tonight, things should get back on track.

“I’m sorry for taking so long. I had to take a very important call.” I excuse myself, then sit down next to Ryan who, even though he doesn’t smirk with his lips, he smirks with his eyes because he knows that I was up to no good.

I never am.

“It’s ok. We understand.” Ivan said in an understanding voice, and his brother nods in agreement, then we continue our conversation.

I can’t help but steal glances at Cassius, and my heart grows when we lock eyes. He’s stealing glances at me as well.

After half an hour of negotiations, we finalize the deal and we shake hands, relieved that everything went just as planned and everyone is satisfied.

“It was nice doing business with you.” Ivan’s brother said while he takes out his wallet to pay the bill.

“Same here, but put your wallet away. This one is on me.” He smiles and puts his wallet away, then goes with his brother, leaving Ryan and me behind to pay the bill.

I look one more time at Cassius before I go as well, and as our eyes lock, I lick my lips hungrily, silently telling him my dirty thoughts.

He smiles and rolls his eyes, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Ok, spill. Who is he, and what did you do? Because I know for a fact that you didn’t talk on the phone. You always leave it in the car when we’re doing business.” Ryan’s voice captures my attention, and I look at him without losing the smile that feels like it’s engraved on my face.

“That was my teacher. And we kissed.” My smile gets bigger as I remember the feeling of his soft lips against mine, and the butterflies in my stomach start flying again.

“Now I understand the crush. The man is damn gorgeous. But I don’t understand the huge smile on your face. You’re trying to tell me that you’re so enthusiastic because of a kiss?” He asked in disbelief, and I nod as we enter the car.

“Not any kiss Ry. That was the best kiss in my life, and I wouldn’t trade it with a night of wild s*x with anyone.” I said wholeheartedly, surprising even myself.

I really wouldn’t trade the damn kiss.

Ryan looks at me like I just grew another head, -and for good reasons-, then places the back of his hand on my forehead.

“Are you sick?” He asked in a very serious voice, and I burst out laughing, then shove his hand away.

“Shut up or you’ll walk.” I threatened, and he laughs as I start driving towards the club, still not losing the damn smile.

“Are you in love?” The question takes me by surprise, and it took my brain more than a few seconds until my brain processed it.

“No. I’m not in love. But you saw how he looks, and it’s not only that.” I glance at him, making sure that he pays attention and believes me.

“He’s also smart and funny, and stubborn as hell, and sweet, and he’s the first one who rejects me. And you know me, I always get what I want.” I look at him for a second, and I must say that the look of disbelief in his eyes is unsettling.

I’m not in love, for God’s sake! I can’t be. Crush, yes. But not love.

“Let’s be clear. You’ve been rejected. The loyal one with a husband, the lesbian, and... well, that’s it. Or at least what I know of. But you never asked twice, you don’t insist. So, cut the bullshit.” He does have a point, but they weren’t him. I didn’t give a flying s**t about them.

“If you’re not in love, you’ll gonna be.” He continued after a few minutes of silence.

“Of course,” I tried to sound sarcastic, even huffed and rolled my eyes for good measure, but I don’t believe myself entirely. Is it possible? Of course, it’s possible, but I’m not.

I shake the thought out of my mind and try to think of anything except that, and before I know it, we’re at the club, parking.

We go inside and sit at one of the lounges, and for once, I really appreciate the perks of owning the Club, because the drinks are already on the table and I don’t have to wait for a much-needed glass of whiskey.

I’m not in love! I repeat the sentence while I down a double and let the liquid burn the stupid idea away!

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