Student from Hell

Ch.18-My evil puppeteer.

CASSIUS’S POINT OF VIEW

I close my eyes involuntarily for five seconds, and I open them wide as I realize that he freed my d**k, and now he’s holding it in a tight grip while stroking it agonizingly slowly.

“Arhhh f**k, kid... how... stop!” I demanded or pleaded, not sure which one, with the little strength I have left, but he doesn’t, he increases his pace, burning my d**k with his touch, and weakening my knees.

“You’re so damn big. Please let me suck you. I need to feel you in my mouth, down my throat. Just a little bit. Please, Mr. Bourne.” He begged in such a sexy voice that it made me forget who he is to me, where we are, why I shouldn’t listen to him... and his thumb brushing my head was my undoing.

I place my hand on his broad shoulder and push him down, and without any hesitation, he kneels and licks my d**k from bottom to top in one slow motion, then takes me in his hot mouth, turning my skin into goosebumps and making me shiver in ecstasy, in less than a brief second.

“Jesus f*****g Christ, kid... your mouth is... so hot, an--” The ability to form coherent, full sentences, it’s lost the moment he forced my d**k down his throat until his sinful lips are glued to my pelvis, keeping his promise and then some.

The groan that my mouth released is almost animalistic, foreign to my ears, and it seems that he loves it because he groaned around my d**k, sending vibrations of pure pleasure down my spine and spreading the wildfire until it became one with my entire being.

His groans become so loud that if someone would hear us, they would think that he’s the one being sucked, and that makes everything so intense that it leaves me breathless, the passion and need in his dark green eyes is almost surreal, it’s exotic, it’s more intense than everything I have ever seen, taking the pleasure to another level that I did not believe that exists.

“Faster... fuck... just like... fuck... I’m not gonna... last... long... ” I somehow managed to warn between moans and groans as his soft and wet tongue circles my head tirelessly, sucking me as if his life depends on it, repeating the motion of back and forth so hard that his pink lips turn in a shade of beautiful red, and they are slightly swollen from the friction that they continuously have with my d**k, and his nostrils flare angrily and erotically as he tries to get some air into his lungs.

His dark eyes are glossy from the tears that formed because of the numerous deepthroats that he gave me, making them shine as the moonlight shines in the reflection of a lake with water so clear that it has that transparent, slightly green color effect even at night, but he ignores the tears and barely blinks, just to keep the sensual and intense eye contact, showing me how much he wants me, how much he enjoys sucking me, and he succeeded because I never felt so wanted before, and no other men managed to make me feel like this, like a mess of mixed sensations and foreign feelings, not even with words, and I had men screaming my name from the top of their lungs, telling me how nobody made them feel like I did, but they didn’t even get close to the declaration that his eyes are making.

The grip that he now has on my hips, gets stronger and stronger, and he knocks the air out of my lungs when he violently pulls me towards him, forcing my d**k down his throat again, causing my eyes to water tears of extreme pleasure.

I grab a fistful of his hair and buck my hips, wanting to get even deeper in his mouth, feel more, but it’s impossible because there’s nothing else to take, his swollen and red lips are once again glued to my pelvis, and even if he’s gagging uncontrollably, he doesn’t take me out.

“I’m close, kid... I’m so fucking... closeeee!!!” I screamed between the shivers that rock me and form a maze of excruciatingly erotic pleasure, causing my body to go crazy.

One second it tenses, making me feel like a f*****g statue, the next second, I feel like my limbs are giving up on me and every muscle turns into jello.

“Take me... out...” I warn as I feel the orgasm building fast, not wanting to do something that he doesn’t like, but to my utter pleasant surprise, he disobeys me and sucks my d**k down his tight throat again, allowing me to shoot my c*m straight into his stomach.

For the first time, I lost control over my now stiff with pleasure, body, and I feel like he tied me with strings of ecstasy, and now he’s my puppeteer, but I don’t mind being his puppet because the man knows how to make a f*****g show.

The orgasm feels endless and more intense than anything I’ve ever felt, it’s like an atomic bomb that exploded in the core of my being, then, like a powerful and beyond gorgeous natural disaster, he sends a huge wave of bliss at me, which washes all my body, poisoning me with pure pleasure, and making me wonder if this is even real, and if it is, I don’t think that it’s normal, nor healthy, to feel so much pleasure, but, God, I wouldn’t take it back even if it would kill me instantly.

“Can I get up, Mr. Bourne?” His hoarse voice comes with a proud and satisfied look, and as he blinks, the tears roll gracefully down his face, and I wipe my own eyes to be able to see him better, to print the dangerously sensual sight of the s*x and beauty God, that now looks like it’s been to battle against all the other gods and came victorious from the battlefield, and the rough fight left him a wild, sexy mess.

To say that he’s f*****g gorgeous, would be the understatement of the century.

I mean... only the trails that the hot tears left on his high cheekbones are inhumanly beautiful.

“Yes.” My voice is low, a shaky whisper, and I try to find my strengths again, but I have a feeling that it will take me a while to get them back, so I’m grateful when he gives me a break and doesn’t talk.

Like hypnotized, I follow him with my eyes as he stands up and grabs his backpack, taking something from it, and as he comes back, I see that they are wet wipes, and without asking for permission, he just started cleaning me, and to be honest, I’m too f*****g shocked and spent to disagree.

“Tell me your name,” I demanded in a slightly more powerful voice as he throws away the last wipe, and I almost scream in desperation when his swollen lips curl into that outrageously hot smirk that for me it’s the equivalent of a sinful invite to ravish the delectable red petals of roses.

“I told you when I’ll be buried deep inside of you, I’ll tell you. Until then, call me as you wish.” His hoarse voice is like an erotic song, and the lyrics sound like they were written by Aphrodite herself, making it very hard for me to collect enough blood in my brain to be able to answer him, and the fact that he’s buttoning my pants as if it’s the most natural thing to do as if he’s done it one million times before, affects my inner organs as well, organs that have nothing to do with s*x.

“That won’t happen.” I tried to sound serious and determined, but he shakes his head as if he’s amused by my statement.

“Yeah, well, last week, sucking you was out of the question.” His reply was accompanied by a slightly smug wink, and even though smugness for me is normally a turn-off... his smugness is a very big turn-on, but I can’t allow myself to fall again, so I try to convince myself that I don’t like it.

Yeah... I’m not very successful.

“This was definitely a mistake. One that won’t happen again.” My voice is more determined and powerful, and I’m very f*****g proud of myself because I thought that by now I would have had a panic attack, and here I am standing tall and... not panicked.

But I’m not gonna throw a party yet because I’m positive that I’ll panic after he leaves.

“You taste amazing.” He groans the statement, ignoring what I just told him, and I can’t help but wonder how I taste in his mouth, what’s the mix of flavors that are now coating his hot mouth. The last taste I had of him was the one of whiskey, and it was more than delicious, but now, on a regular day and with my c*m---

Curiosity killed the cat, Cassius!

“Did you hear me?” I don’t want to die, so I go back to the previous matter, and insist, forcing him to answer, and hoping that he’ll agree, and I had a small seed of hope in my soul when his smirk turned into a serious expression.

“My mouth was made to keep your d**k in it. Did you feel how perfectly it fits? How does it slide down my throat as if it knows its way? As if it has been there before? Because I did, and I still do.” He crushed the sees of hope with his hungry eyes that are boring holes into my skull as if he wants to reach my brain and make sure that I understood the meaning behind his pornographic description that made me hard again in a f*****g instant.

Ok, Cassius, breath and continue.

It’s not that I agree with him, because I don’t, it was... it wasn’t...!

I decide not to continue this subject because it’s a mined field that I don’t want to walk on right now, and instead, I try to fix another problem.

“Go to classes, and stop coming three times a day to mine.” I’m not sure if I’m begging or commanding, but what I know for sure, it’s that if he continues coming so often, I won’t be able to get over this... obsession, or whatever the f**k this is.

“Meet with me at a hotel tonight.” Once again, he disregards me, and I’m starting to believe that he has selective hearing, if the condition exists, no idea honestly, but if it doesn’t exist, he just made it.

As for the request that he made... it wasn’t quite a request, it was more of a demand that he finds it unnaturally natural to ask.

“What? No!” I answered in a high-pitched tone that makes me wanna bash my head on a wall, but again, I don’t think that he heard me because he looks at me like he’s making a devilish plan about how to f**k me senseless, then he wets his lips and smirks as if the plan is ready, and now he only has to put it in action, and I know that I should be angry that he doesn’t even bother to answer me, choosing to ignore me, but fuck... I just can’t find it in me to be angry, or better said, the anger is buried deep down under my dirty thoughts and forbidden desires.

“I’ll give you the address and room number by the end of the day. Be there at 6.” He informed and demanded while taking his backpack and heading towards the exit, but after only three steps, he stops and looks at me over his shoulder with a serious expression on his face, and my breath stopped as if to make sure that I won’t miss a word.

“Oh, and take an Uber, you won’t be able to drive back.” He made a f*****g statement, he didn’t ask, he didn’t even say it as advice, he just f*****g commanded me, then, without giving me a chance to reply, -not that I would know what the f**k to say, but you get the point-, he casually turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving me frozen in place, and even though I hate to admit it... still hard as a f*****g rock.

Damn him for not leaving me the f**k alone, and damn me for not being strong enough to keep him away.

The entire day, all I could think of is the monumental blowjob that he gifted me with, his selective hearing, his dangerous aura, and f**k me... the power that he emanates comes in such big waves that it manages to drown all my senses and carry me across the ocean to a deserted island that he created, and, -if what he said it’s true and I’m the first one that he gave a blowjob to-, I’m the only one that he took there, and that makes me feel more special than I should.

But I have to stop, I need to stop.

And this... this was just a mistake, one that will never repeat.

You made a whole lot of mistakes lately, don’t you think, Cassius????

I won’t even bother answering my angel. It has no point because I can’t do anything about the past, but I can do something about the future, and I’m determined not to repeat these few mistakes.

The good news is that it seems that the Gods were on my side for once, and I say that because I haven’t seen him at all for the rest of the day, which was a huge relief.

But I think that either I jinxed it, or the Gods are not as kind as I thought, because when the day was over and I arrived in front of my car, I saw a small plastic bag with a piece of paper inside.

Just to be clear, the smile that formed on my face had nothing to do with excitement, I was just amused by his perseverance, and to prove that, I decided not to touch the plastic bag and let it be taken away by the wind, and got inside my car, ignited the engine... but the bag is like a thorn in my eyes, it distracts me, and I decide to just take it because I don’t want to have an accident.

But if I already took it, I opened it and read it... and I don’t feel guilty or anything because that’s not a crime, and it doesn’t mean anything, so shut up you annoying angel!

Well, as suspected, there is an address from a hotel and a room number.

Stubborn little s**t! Ok, he’s far from little... at least from what I’ve seen... nope. I will just... I was referring to his big stature and muscle.

Get your head out of the gutter!

Jeez!

Anyway, just to be clear, I didn’t open it because I want to go, because I don’t, I just opened it because I was curious to see if maybe, just maybe, it’s something else, like a note not to park my car anymore on this spot that has my license plate written on it.

Yep. That’s why. Because I’m not going. I’ll just keep it until I get home and find a trash can.

I really won’t go!

I’m not an i***t!

I’ll just forget about it and go home, take a bath, watch some TV, relax... problem solved. Easy. I mean, I can control my actions, so it will be a piece of cake.

Or should I go and explain to him in silence that he should stop?

Or not!

Better not!

Definitely not!

Absolutely not!

FUCK NO!!!!!!