Chapter 4 Short Stacks & Fountain Pens
Short Stacks they collide with gray ones standing in front of the hood of my car, as I feel the familiar tingle slowly run up my spine.
Raising a brow, I wonder why I can’t seem to look away, but she doesn’t look away either.
I release Ivy’s head only to shove her down harder, as she swallows around me.
I moan out holding her in place, not taking my eyes off this gray eyed, short stack of a girl in front of me.
Her eyes widen as I smirk, dumping my load down Ivy’s throat, causing her to choke.
I fucking love making these sluts choke and gag.
If I could just take all the air from their lungs, fuck their throats just how I want it, and get away with murder, half of the female student body would be dead.
Pulling Ivy off me, she wipes her bottom lip as Short Stack rolls her eyes and darts off into the sea of college students. I turn to Ivy and smile.
“Thanks Doll, you’re dismissed.” I say and she giggles, climbing out of the car.
Just another dumb slut, but unfortunately, I need it.
My father and brother are always down my throat over not wanting to be a part of “The Divine”.
I couldn’t give a shit about old curses and what's expected of me when it comes to that bullshit.
So, to keep myself sane, but mostly to piss them both right the fuck off, I drown myself in hockey and bitches with a side of weed and pills.
Speaking of my brother, Mr. Professor, I haven’t heard from him in the last twenty-four hours, which is odd considering he always checks in with me while I’m away on a hockey retreat.
Maybe it’s because of how late we got back last night?
Who knows. I’ll just have to catch up with him later, unless I see his little pet first. I can’t stand the bitch, almost as much as she despises me.
Tapping on my window takes me out of my sinister thoughts.
I look up and see Parker, my best friend since middle school.
We are thicker than thieves and on the hockey team together.
We literally live and breathe hockey. If we’re not on the ice, then we’ve usually got our dicks inside something tight and warm.
Climbing out of my matte black Bentley Continental, I fist bump Parker as the rest of the team waits for us at the gates. We meet almost every morning and start our day with practice.
“What’s up?” I ask and he groans.
“I see Ivy was just leaving,” he smirks, lighting a joint while trying to give me shit for all the bitches I run through. Like he’s one to talk.
“I needed a release before practice. We got a big game this week.” I shrug as he takes a deep hit off the J, passing it to me.
“We hosting the black light party tonight in the maze?” He asks shoulder bumping me and I nod my head, taking a hit off the joint.
“Fuck yeah we are. Put a few of the guys on party duty. Ladies have to check their clothes at the entrance. Only black light paint is allowed, unless they have a red matching set on.” I smirk, grabbing my gear from the trunk and heading over to where the rest of the guys are waiting.
“Any other rules?” He asks, and I shake my head. I’m just glad; after last week in the tombs, he hasn’t mentioned what we saw because I’d really like to forget about it.
“I just want naked bitches running around the maze. Make sure we have the heaters placed in designated areas. Somebody's gonna have to do a drink run, though. We already have plenty of drugs running through this place, so we should be set on that.” I laugh.
“Facts. I’ll make sure it gets done. Just meet me in my room when you’re ready to make our grand entrance.
” He says and I nod. After fist bumping the team, we all step through the tall gates and enter the academy grounds.
The wind blows, sending swirls of snow into the air from last night's snowfall. This place has always been stuffy and dark. There have been too many deaths and so much blood spilled, it’s like the sun refuses to shine on these grounds.
“Do you guys want to practice indoors or out here?” I ask and they groan in unison. I laugh, already knowing the answer as I pull the door open and we head through the school towards the sports center and into the locker rooms to change.
“Hey Rafe, did you grow some balls yet and tell Charli how you feel?” I ask, as I tighten my skates. He looks at me and his eyes narrow.
“Mind your business, Grinder. Worry about your own bitches and stay out of mine!” He threatens and I laugh, putting my hands up in surrender.
“Jeez, aren’t we touchy this morning? Maybe you need to get laid, homie.” I say as I pass, heading out for the ice. Parker catches up and tsks me.
“Why are you always picking on the quiet ones? Not everyone is like us,” he grunts and I shrug.
“Easy target I guess. He’s lucky I like him, otherwise I would’ve told him I’ll take Charli for a ride, but it’s too early to brawl. I could say the same for you and Syd, but I know you’d try to kick my ass, so I learned to just keep my mouth shut over the years.” I grin and he growls.
“See? I’m out. Gonna do some laps. Round them up, big boy,” I say as I push my helmet on and take off on the ice.
Gliding around the rink, I can’t help but think about Short Stack.
I’ve never seen her around campus before, even though this university is huge.
Usually, all the ladies flock to me. But her?
I’d know if I had seen her before. Those eyes are like smoke, almost unreal, like ashes of a burnt out fire bellowing in a cold breeze.
I've never been interested in girls more than using them for what they are; just a warm hole, but whoever she is, has me intrigued. The team storming out of the locker room and hitting 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 hellfire and damnation. 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, leaning in as she licks her lips.
“What’s your name?” She asks and I’m taken aback for a second before I answer.
“Hayes Valentine.” I stick my hand out but she rolls her eyes, pulling away and leaning back in my seat, folding her arms over her chest.
“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 self in. 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 turn and head up the stairs 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 way, 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 and 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 trousers and pulling down the zipper, I take my hard cock in my fist and slowly pump my length.
I growl, remembering her pouty 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, leaning 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.