Sinister Valentine (St. Valentine)
1. Short Stacks & Fountain Pens
Short Stacks just a warm hole, but whoever she is, has me intrigued. The team billowing out of the locker room and onto the ice takes me out of my thoughts. We get straight to work doing drills until it’s time for classes.
Hours later, I’m walking into my third class of the day and there she is, sitting in my seat. Granted, this is one of the lecture rooms, but that’s where I sit with a couple of the guys from the team. This should be fun.
Walking up to her, I put on my million-dollar smile and place both hands on the table in front of her. Her intoxicating scent momentarily stuns me, but I recover quickly. “You’re sitting in my seat, short stack.” I say in a smooth quiet tone as her breathing hitches for a millimeter of a second and her smokey eyes snap to mine.
“So? Go find another seat.” She says with a controlled smile. I’ll be damned. I thought from the looks of her she was a delicate little flower, but all that smoke in her eyes just tells me one thing. She’s made of brimstone and fire. I wonder how she would look cumming on my cock. She clears her throat. Get it together Hayes.
“Not happening Toots. Either move or I’ll move you myself.” I threaten and she raises a brow.
“What’s your name?” She asks and I’m taken aback for a second before Ianswer.
“Hayes Valentine.”I stick my hand out but she rolls her eyes.
“Well, Henry. If you take a second to get your head out of your ass, then maybe you would realize that there are plenty of other seats for you to park your entitled selfin. Better yet,maybe you should go sit in your car like you did this morning and lose some more brain cells getting your dick sucked before class.” She sasses and I growl. Who the fuck does she think she’s talking to? Just as I’m about to give her a taste of her own medicine, the door slams behind me.
“Mr. Valentine. Find a damn seat or get out of my class.” Mr. Vega spits.I narrow my eyes because that is twice today these fucking people in this school forgot who the fuck I am. Again I go to open my mouth and he stops me.
“I don’t want to hear it, Valentine. Either sit or get the hell out! I don’t have time for your hierarchy.” He threatens as I move down the row of chairs finding somewhere to sit. I’ve never felt embarrassed in my life, until now. That mouthy little new girl is going to get it. No one gets to make me feel inferior. Especially a woman.
Sitting a few rows behind her, I hope the back of her head is burning from the venom I’m sending her the entire lecture. Finally the professor dismisses us and I follow her, wanting nothing more than to teach her a fucking lesson. Why is it that as she walks away, I can’t help but stare at her plump ass jiggling with every step, lost in the way her hips sway. Fucking Christ. I discreetly adjust myself. My cock is so fucking hard for this girl when my brain wants to ruin everything about her. Fuck it. I turn left towards the dorms. I need a fucking release or I won’t be able to concentrate and that won’t be a good look during practice. Being on point is a must when it comes to hockey. Slipping up isn’t my forte. Getting to my suite, I unlock the door and throw my bag on my king size bed. I stand in front of the french doors looking out over the maze. I pick up the remote from my dresser and turn on the stereo, blasting ‘Nine Inch Nails’.
Closing my eyes, I see flashes of smokey gray eyes and a round ass bouncing as she walks. Unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down the zipper, I take my hard cock in my fist and slowly pump my length. I growl, remembering her plump lips as she used that smart mouth to dismiss me. How her chest heaved with every word. I squeeze my cock collecting the precum at the tip, wishing she was here so I could smear it along those sexy lips. Fuck. I jerk my cock faster, squeezing tighter, wondering how fucking tight her cunt is. How she would feel swallowing my load and most of all, what shade of purple I could make her face as I took her air away. I throw my head back as my balls tighten and I shoot my load into my hand.
I lean my head against the cold glass. That did absolutely nothing for me. Fuck. I head to the bathroom to wash my hands and change my clothes for practice. I still have hours, but hopefully being on the ice will center me, or I’ll be spending the rest of the night chasing a high I’m not going to get anytime soon. Unless I take it tonight at the party. Decisions, decisions. Pulling out my chair, I sit at my desk and take out my favorite fountain pen, spinning it through my fingers when an idea comes to mind. I think I’ll write a little “Love” poem. It’s Valentine’s Day after all, might as well make it sinister.