Page 19 of Hell House
I need to get out of here, before everyone in here gets more of an eyeful than they bargained for. I feel my control slipping at Lust pushes against me.
I clear my throat, “Professor, I need a break really quick.” I murmur, loud enough for her to hear and several students to stop their sketching.
She glares at me, “Fine. Students, keep working on what you can without our model present.” She flicks her neon orange hair wrap over her shoulder clicking her tongue as she dismisses me. I grab the white sheet and wrap it around myself, careful not to knock into my ever growing semi. Most of the students busy themselves with their art- thankfully they’re too wrapped up in what they’re doing than to pay attention to my clumsy retreat, except when I pass the object of my desire. Her eyes flit down to where my hand is holding the white cloth, and her cheeks hold two bright red spots. She licks her cherry red painted lips and my Lust roars to attention tenting my cock straight up behind the sheet. I want nothing more than to grab her by the neck and drag her with me to the bathroom and fuck her senseless to get rid of this obsession I’ve seemed to develop.
I need to take care of this problem- fast. I almost stumble over the fabric dragging on the floor of my makeshift toga, which garners a few snickers. I rush to the changing area near the back and scramble for my underwear, my cock painful with how engorged it is. Shit.
I shrug on my clothes, leaving my fly undone and I sneak out to the hallway, covering my crotch by crossing my arms over the area as if I’m about to check someone in basketball.
I finally make it to the nearest bathroom, noting it’s empty thankfully. I fling myself into a stall, whipping out my aching cock, wasting no time to wrap my hand around its length. Expertly working myself over every piercing while the images of that blonde beauty on her knees for me flicker in my mind. Those luscious red lips taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I was desperate for her in a way I hadn’t ever felt before. Sure, I had my passing attractions, especially with Lust trying to drive some of the time. But this? This fucking need to be inside of her with a mere look?
Fuck me, I wanted to get inside of her.
A hot jolt of pleasure worms it’s way down my spine as my balls tighten and a thick stream of my cum pelts into the toilet. Shit, what was wrong with me? Needing to jerk off in the middle of class just from her looking at me. That was virgin behavior, and I was far from one.
I tuck myself into my pants and flush. I needed to get laid. Maybe that would tamper down this ridiculous crush and I’ll be able to look at her without getting an embarrassing hard on. For fucks sake, I didn’t even know her name.
I make sure to wash my hands before heading back to the art room to apologize to the Professor. I didn’t want her snatching my time away, because she was just the sort of crotchety old bag that would- just because she could.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Skye
My face feels like it’s on fire. I totally just saw Lukas’s hard cock poking through the white sheet, and he was huge. AND PIERCED. I feel my mind malfunction a bit at that piece of knowledge, especially since I started wondering what those piercing would feel like.
He’d covered most of it during the art session and curiosity pricked at me as I sketched each muscle of his, lower and lower until I was right at the cusp of where it was hidden. My fingers made steady strokes, filling in his intricate tattoos that spanned almost the entirety of his body- I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to lick my way down those tattoos.
Thankfully, by the time he’d abruptly gotten up after locking eyes with me, I was almost done with the sketch and was working on shading and filling in the rest of his tattoos. Although, I wanted to rework the rose that covered his hand, not getting the petals the way I wanted them.
It was a special kind of hell having to sit here sketching the hottest guy I’d ever seen, especially when he spent a lot of that time scowling at me. I’m not sure why, or how I pissed him off, but my God when that man smolders… he might as well be melting my panties off with the amount of heat he gives off with it.
I spent the entire class period trying to calm myself down and avoid his confusing panty melting gaze while trying to make my sketch as flawless as possible for Professor Whitelsbee. It seemed my status here as a scholarship student infuriated her, making her ten times more critical of me than the rest of my peers- at least that’s the impression I got when she talked about me getting a ‘free ride’ to one of the best schools.
I clean up my supplies, avoiding the frowning face of the Professor, who’s tapping her boney ringed finger on her cane. I wish I knew what I could do to get her approval.
I peel myself away from the classroom, wondering what I could do to earn her favor. I’m so lost in my head that I don’t notice I’m about to careen straight into Lukas barreling right for me. Our bodies collide, before I get a chance to stop my momentum. His body is pressed against mine for a split second, before we bounce back. But that moment was enough for me to feel just how well he fit pushed against me. His muscles taunt against my chest making my nipples pucker. His face pulls into that beautiful smolder as he stares down at me. His towering form making me feel small next to him.
“Lukas.” I say in surprise.
His eyes flash with heat for a moment as he looks down at me. “You know my name?”
I tuck a stray hair that’s fallen out of my pigtails behind my ear. “Um, yeah the professor introduced you at the beginning of class.” I wasn’t about to admit that my roommate told me who he was and had been googling things about him since I ran into him the other night.
“Right.” He says almost looking embarrassed.
“I’m Skye. Skye Dannon.”
“We really have to stop bumping into each other like this Skye, Skye Dannon.”
I feel myself let out a giggle,shit.This guy was too hot, I couldn’t think straight. Was he flirting?
“So, art room stalker to art model?”
He lets out a little laugh, “Yeah, I have a standing arrangement with Whitelsbee.”
“Any ideas on how to get on her good side?”
He rubs his tattooed hands together. “You really want to know?”
