Student from Hell

Ch.17-Someone take Satan away!

CASSIUS'S POINT OF VIEW.

Monday, unfortunately, came, and I woke up with a hard case of butterflies, and a racing heart.

Damn! Good morning to you too!

I finish my morning routine, except for eating breakfast, because I can’t swallow anything. I might throw up actually.

On the way to school, I turned into the most devoted Christian there is, and prayed for him not to come, but I guess that one prayer between thousands of sins doesn’t help much because as I step into the classroom, the first thing I see, it’s a bright smile and a sexy leather jacket made from some enchanted material, and which looks like it was made after his muscular body.

God damn him!

Ok, I just have to stop thinking unholy thoughts and start thinking about the first step I need to make to get rid of these stupid sensations that I feel around him, which is avoiding looking at him.

I can do that. Easy. Well, not so easy, but I’m doing my best. But my best it’s not enough to be able to ignore him, but I think that I should get some clemency because it’s beyond hard not to look when you feel that someone’s watching you, and it’s even harder when you know what that someone thinks about, and it’s even harder when you want that someone as well, and it’s f*****g IMPOSSIBLE when he takes that enchanted leather jacket off and remains in an even more enchanted black T-shirt that shows his neck tattoos, which, if you ask me, should be f*****g illegal, then leans back in his chair, interlocks his finger and places his hands behind his head, causing his T-shirt to stretch across his big chest, which, if you ask me, should be f*****g forbidden, not to mention the way his biceps bulge and threaten to rip the enchanted T-shirt, not that someone would mind if that was about to happen... well, nobody except for me.

I don’t want to see him naked.

Why would I?

That’s just preposterous!

Dear Lord, I’m gonna die of dementia, then I won’t be given the smallest chance of them all to go to Heaven, because, without any doubts whatsoever, I’ll be banished to Hell because of all the lying, not to mention the filth that my brain comes up with.

Hell, here I come.

As usual, he eye f****d me all the time, and I plan and decide that next time, I’ll give them a test, and who knows, maybe if I’ll fail him, he will leave me alone.

But to do that, I need to find out his name. And the realization that I don’t even know his f*****g name, hit me like a f*****g brick!

But then again, it’s not entirely my fault. He’s the evil one, and I got used to calling him Satan.

I don’t even know his name, for Christ’s sake!

But you know how hot his mouth is, how soft his lips are, hot incendiary his breath is-- thank God that the bell rang and interrupted, then guided my thoughts on a different path. Not very far away from the original one, but even half an inch is a blessing right now.

Happy that the hour is over and that I made it without dying, or... jump him in front of everyone, whatever, I inhale a deep breath and mentally pat myself on the back, then sit down on my chair. And good thing that I did because he made sure to be the last one leaving the classroom and with a small, tinny smirk, turned the happiness into other things. It has no point in describing them. It’s not something s****l or something... it’s just... no happiness anymore.

And I mean it. there is no trace of happiness among the other feelings that are not even worth mentioning.

It would be a waste of time. f**k!

Anyway, he, once again, confirmed the fact that he’s pure evil and Satan reincarnated, and I’m just a mere human that’s at the mercy of the Gods, who aren’t too eager to help me.

DEAR GOD, JUST TAKE HIM AWAY!

That was my desperate being, crying the loudest cry for help ever, but, to my utter non-surprise, nothing happens. Satan is still in front of me, looking like a sin wrapped in way too many lairs of temptation.

“Why do you avoid looking at me?” He asked as he takes his backpack and slowly comes towards me, and I lean in my chair and run a hand over my face, taking a few deep breaths, hoping that I look annoyed, and not insecure, afraid that I’ll bite from the forbidden fruit, how I really feel.

“What makes you think that I avoid looking at you?” I even go as far as chuckling trying to show the absurdity of his allegation, and he smiles and comes around the desk, then leans on it, crossing his ankles.

He does look good on my desk, I have to admit that. But not out loud. Out loud, I express exactly the opposite of what I think and want.

No, I don’t what that. It was a grammar mistake. Besides, he looks... mediocre at best.

God, I’m gonna be kicked to Hell so fast and hard that I won’t get to say ‘it’s Satan’s fault’.

I’m going crazy. Legitimately crazy.

“Get off my desk!” I tried to sound angry and pissed off, and he looks at me with those green orbs that make my heart beat like a motherfucker.

Like I said. Crazy. Demented.

I think I’m gonna cry.

“Let me suck you.” But the tears didn’t even get the slightest chance to form, because he blurred this as if he demanded me to let him drink two cups of coffee instead of one, and NOT let him suck my d**k.

Anyway, at first, my eyes went wide in shock because I certainly wasn’t expecting that, but then I remembered who I’m talking to, and the shock simply dissipated as if it was never there, to begin with.

I clench my jaw to control myself not to rip his ugly, very ugly, T-shirt off his built, tattooed body, lick every inch of him and f**k him right on this desk.

I think I’m contradicting myself.

I am contradicting myself.

You are contradicting yourself.

And my guardian angel felt obligated to agree with me.

Can I tell my guardian angel to f**k off?

Well, f**k you, guardian angel!

“Kid, I told you. I don’t f**k horny teenagers.” I repeated myself in an exasperated voice while I tried not to look at his lips, but I failed when he smirked.

Damn!

Nope!!

I refuse to fall again!!!

Think clearly!!!!!

“I didn’t ask you to f**k me. I asked you to let me suck your dick.” He explained as if I were the kid and he was the teacher. I open my mouth to give him some sarcastic, angry, whatever, answer, but nothing comes out, so I close it quickly and try to recover as fast as possible.

“For now...” He continued, smirking devilishly, causing my already hard d**k to twitch against my pants.

Sorry, I made a mistake again. I’m not hard. I’m painfully hard.

Damn him and his dirty, delicious mouth.

Nope! That’s not the way!

“You said it yourself, you don’t know how to,” I shot in a slightly mocking tone, keeping eye contact, even though I shouldn’t because our eyes are having their own conversation, which, unfortunately for me, is different than the ones our mouths are having.

“No, I said that I never did it before. But I made my research, you know that you can find anything online these days. So don’t worry, I’m positive that you’ll enjoy every second... I’m positive that when I’ll deepthroat you until my lips will be glued by your pelvis, squeezing your d**k while I contract my throat on purpose, the only complaint you’ll have will be at the end, that it’s over.” Yep, this kid will kill me. I swear to God that he will be the reason I’ll die.

And, of course, once again, he left me speechless, struggling not to lose it and accept his tempting offer.

“Is sucking too blunt? We can start with stroking. I’m good with my hands as well. I finished one round this morning under the shower while thinking of you, of your big and hard d**k, of the warmth that radiated when I squeezed it, the warmth that I can still feel, the warmth that makes me wonder how you taste--” I had to interrupt him or I would have caved.

“SHUT THE f**k UP AND GET OUT!” I snapped, not caring one f*****g bit that he can hear the desperation in my voice.

I can’t listen to him anymore because I will fall. But, of course, he doesn’t listen, he doesn’t move one f*****g single inch, he doesn’t even try to hide the victorious smirk, and that irks me beyond words, but I fight to contain myself from wiping it off his gorgeous, flawless face with a damn chair and a passionate, wild kiss.

No, erase the kissing part. Just the chair.

“You know, I was always dominant. I never saw myself as being submissive, but, Mr. Bourne... I would love for you to be my dom. To f**k me hard, make me beg for a touch, for a kiss... earn my right to suck you, touch you...” And that was my breaking point.

The too-vivid description caused my self-control to vanish without any trace, and without my consent, my hand grabs a tight grip on his front neck and squeeze hard, but I honestly don’t think that I scared him, not even intimidated him, as about pain... he didn’t even hiss.

“Kid, you don’t know what you’re talking about. Get the f**k out, and leave me alone!!!” I tried to mask my desire of having my way with him, with anger, but either he just doesn’t care, or he saw right through my act because his eyes got darker, and his pearly teeth took hold of his plump, lower lip, while his hands are gripping the edges of the desk so tightly that they became white, most probably forcing himself not to reach out and have his way with me, and I... nope.

“I think I’ll get punished later for what I’m about to do, but I can’t help it. I’ll die if I won’t, and I’m too young to die.” He said in a low, husky voice, and I look at him confused, not knowing what he’s talking about.

He clears the waters for me the moment he grabs my d**k through my pants and squeezes it lightly, pulling a loud groan out of my mouth.

A/N.

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