Iced Desires: BODY CHECK ME, PROFESSOR

He's my nightmare

Adrian

The urge to throw up has been constant since I left Gabriel's mansion. And this made me more blood thirsty to hunt down the monster who dared c*m down my throat.

Just the thought of it brings that taste. I can't seem to get it off my tongue, no matter how many times I brushed or chewed gum.

It still manages to come back paired with that incessant woodsy and raw scent of his.

Let alone the burning sensation of disgust that spreads through my body to my throat, hair, and c**k—everywhere he dared touch me on that fateful day, despite the amount of scrubbing I did to try and forget his touch.

That urge to inflict pain has been trapped inside me for three f*****g days since he left me with blue balls and my c**k that has been half-erect ever since, no matter the amount of porn I watched to get myself off.

And the only way to get over this facade I'm trapped in is by tracing that bastard and skinning him alive, but that would be after castrating his genitals eunuch style.

My eyes close as I attempt to calm my wilding nerves before slashing the punk and aiming it directly across the rink. I came here to blow off some steam, but that doesn't seem to work, so I skate towards the tunnels and head off to hit the showers.

The warm water rolls down my skin, so hot that it's making my skin go slack, as if the heat is trying to pry the anger out of me. Steam fogs the glass, and I scrub at my face, my neck, my shoulders — every part that remembers his hands. Even my c**k that dared to get hard when he lay his filthy feet over. My skin goes flushed, but I don't care. I'm willing to be skinned if it means having memories of the bastard out of me.

I choke the last breath out and step from the spray, wrapping the towel around my waist. The locker room is empty except for her.

“What are you doing here?” My voice is hollow, devoid of any emotion.

She blinks, then a smirk spreads across her face as she approaches me, biting on her lower lip, in what she thought was “sexy”.

“What do you think you are doing?” I sneer, obviously disgusted by the little show she is trying so hard to put on.

“I thought we could have some fun. Like before.” She takes a step closer, her hands darting for the towel wrapped around my waist.

“Stop,” I pry her hands from the towel before walking towards my locker and pulling out a casual white t-shirt, which I'm planning to pair with some washed black jeans.

“Booboo,” she shrieks, walking to my back, wrapping her arms around my waist, peppering kisses all over my back, “I will let you stuff my ass with your c**k,” kiss, “I really miss you using me like a dirty little w***e,”

Dirty little w***e?

That's what “he who is supposed to be dead” called me when he stuffed his c**k inside my mouth, and thinking about it makes my c**k twist under the towels.

I reach down with one of my arms, grabbing hers before turning and facing her, “I need to be in anatomy class,” I kiss her hands, I know she liked it, girls adore the petty gesture for all I care, “I hear we have a new professor, I need to play my charms on him,” I wink.

“But—” she pouts

“Stacy! I will make it up to you after school, tag along with your huge butt friend,” I convince her, I need to show her I care, she is always generous enough to let me f**k whatever of her holes I'm in the mood for.

“Then I can suck your c**k,” she bats her eyebrows before going down on her knees in one swift movement.

Fuck!

I want to tell her to stop, but for a moment, the old reflexes — the ease, the quick fix that comes with blowing off my balls.

But then my star-pierced c**k refuses to get hard like a f*****g 14-year-old virgin.

Which obviously it is not. It has had a taste in multiple holes—I’ve been literally f*****g my way through any of the population available at my disposal, and this was the only time it gave up on me, even after the tempting offer of being left free in the open.

After some attempts, she gives up on trying to excite my c**k and instead starts fingerings herself—more like putting on a show that could tempt me to join, but my f*****g c**k has been caught in this strange stage where he’s about to grow a b***r but never exactly gets there.

*****

I walk through the halls towards my anatomy class. My necklace, which features my high school championship ring, swings freely on my chest, and I stroke it before tucking it under my shirt.

It's much better

But then why should I have to hide my accessories rather than parade them to society to show them my f*****g capabilities?

Talking of which, my second capability is my d**k, which has recently been giving me a f*****g silent treatment ever since…

Fuck!

It can't be unless we unwind!

I well remember coming down over an ass before my game against the Revenants. I always look for a hole or holes in general to f**k before my games. That way, I could bag that game—let's say a jinx.

What I do know, however, is that my c**k was definitely pumped up for the precisely planned revenge —humiliating Graves! Knocking him over his f*****g pedestal. Tearing down the entire Revenant team to shreds.

Fucking ecstatic.

My c**k was most certainly feeling himself and had the night of his dickish life, especially after…

A twitch rushes to my groin, and I pause.

He was feeling himself more than usual when…

A f*****g psychopath was coming down my throat while nudging my d**k with his foot.

“Oh no.” I glare down at my pants. “f**k no, you f*****g fuck.”

He twitches again as if saying, “f**k yeah.”

“I do not appreciate anyone strolling into my f*****g class after I've entered,” an achingly familiar voice echoes through the room the moment I walk in.

Fuck me sideways!

My d**k is definitely stiff and in the mood, only that I'm standing in front of the whole lot of my course mates, and were it not for my bag that I was casually slinging over my front, they would have all gone blind.

“Forgive me, Mr—” I clear my throat, my eyes wandering to the board where a very familiar scumbag graces the space.

“Lucian Vale,”

And why does he sound—look familiar? Holy s**t!

It's him

Lucian Vale is not only my new anatomy professor, but he is the guy who forced me to give him a f*****g blow job before leaving me with blue balls.