Page 11 of Pucking Vamps

“Yep. He got scolded, if that’s any consolation. But you know how it goes. His parents are way too damn important for his actions to lead to any real consequences.” Nick sighs, clearly just as exasperated at that as me. “He’s an ass, don’t get me wrong, but he’s not nearly as nasty with anyone else. It’s just you and I have no idea why. Besides, you two are a damn good team on the ice when you need to be…”

I’ve wondered about it too, but I could never pinpoint anything wrong that I might’ve done to him. He’s always picking on me for being poor, so maybe that’s enough of a reason for him. Maybe it just bugs him that someone who’s clearly beneath him can be just as capable when it comes to skating. Honestly, I don’t really care, though I do wish he’d leave me alone because it’s hard to keep my hotheadedness in check sometimes.

“Whatever. So long as he’s not stupid enough to pull that shit during a match, I’ll cope.”

“Oh, boy. Imagine that.” Nick shudders, shaking his head. “Nah. I don’t think he would. He wants to go pro just like you. He won’t risk getting blacklisted.”

That’s what I’m counting on. But then again, if I’m not even in the lineup, what does it matter if he behaves or not? I still can’t believe Coach benched me when he knows how important the upcoming charity game is. I’ll really need to behave so he lets me play and have my shot at being scouted.

“Hayden.”

It will suck, but I got this. I can totally be civil. I’ll even smile at Park. I grin to myself. I bet that would piss him off.

“Hayden, watch out!”

“Huh?”

I crash into someone, stumbling back a bit. “Oh shit. Sorry fo—”

Leather and earth engulf me, filling my nostrils. I inhale deeply, I can’t fucking help it, letting Leander’s scent claim every part of me. He smells so good. Like something luxurious and dangerous, like something I’m forbidden from having. Which makes sense; our unforgettable, mind-blowing one-night stand is still just that—a one-night stand.

“Mr. Johnson.” Leander turns around, his ebony black hair gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lighting of the corridor. “Perhaps you should watch where you are going.”

My heartbeat skyrockets, my entire body tuning to his presence. I can catch it, even here in the middle of the crowded hall, that predatory hint it carries. It’s focused on me, it excites me, it tempts me, making me swallow hard and fight an onslaught of need for this mysterious man that turned my world upside down for no reason.

“Apologies, Professor…” I lick my mouth when his eyes darken slightly, loving the little quiver that graces his full, kissable lips. “Adetu. I…” I do my absolute best not to smirk at him. “I didn’t catch much sleep last night.”

He looks between me and Nick, who’s biting on his bottom lip to prevent what must be a shit-eating grin, and lets out a thoughtful hum. “How unfortunate. Makes one wonder what possibly kept you up so late.” He steps in and brushes his hand against my arm, the touch barely there but enough to unleash a thrilling bolt of want through my insides. “I do hope the reason was pleasant rather than not.”

The wicked smile he flashes me lasts only a heartbeat, but the intent and the hunger in it are clear. It takes me a moment to get my bearings and tear my eyes away from his beautiful face. I don’t do repeats. Even with the hottest guy I’ve ever met who turned me into a slutty bottom after just one night and who also happens to be my professor for the next few weeks.

My cock jerks, straining against the zipper of my pants. I’m so glad I put on a baggier pair or the whole corridor would be a witness to my very inappropriate and public hard-on. Another twitch tells me I can totally get onboard with that when the incentive is so… enticing.

Yeah, no, dick, not happening.

“You were very good,” I say, my voice going a little scratchy. I clear my throat. “At playing the guitar, I mean.”

“So I’ve been told.” He gives me another meaningful look, raising one sculpted eyebrow ever so slightly.

Ugh, I’m going to explode. He didn’t do anything other than walk into his class so he can teach it, and yet my blood has been pumping south for the past two hours. With how well he fucked me, I should’ve been set for the week, but with every second I spend in his proximity, the craving in me grows.

“I um… We should go,” I rasp, tilting my head at Nick. “Sorry again for bumping into you.”

I practically leg it, dragging Nick with me before Leander can even respond. Desire pulsates in my veins, making my lungs work overtime. I’m panting by the time we reach the metal benches outside the building, my head spinning a little as if I’d been drinking more than I should.

“Damn, Hayden. You could cut the tension with a knife. That guy is trouble. You should definitely not get involved.”

“I told you I didn’t plan to!” I quip, trying to ignore the tingling sensation that still lingers where his fingers touched me.

“Yeah. I know. Just, fuck.” He snorts, swatting me on the arm as he aims a sympathetic expression my way. “If I banged a guy like that, I’d totally want a repeat.”

“I’m trying not to, so stop talking about it, maybe?” I grit out.

I’m of half mind to run back inside and beg Leander to fuck me. Maybe over the wooden desk like I imagined while he was going through the curriculum. His cock just felt so good, his hands so possessive, his mouth so hot. The way he moved inside me, the way he stretched me… I don’t think I’ll be able to forget the sensation.

“I’m going. Let me know how practice goes. Chat later.” I turn around and dart in the direction of the bus stop, not waiting for Nick’s confirmation.

I need to go. I need to get home and rub one out or I’m going to lose my mind. And then I need to get laid. I need another good fuck, so I can get this one out of my system. The past two days were just too much, that’s gotta be it. I’m too stressed and on edge, and Leander just happened to be extremely compatible, so I can’t stop thinking about him.

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