Page 1 of Sinister Valentine

Short Stacks & Fountain Pens

Hayes

“Shit, Ivy. Drag your teeth along my cock, baby.” I hiss as her teeth scrape against my length. Closing my eyes, I groan in my seat, enjoying the pain she’s inflicting on me as she sucks my cock. I wrap her black hair tightly in my fist and shove her head down, loving the way she gags on me.

Opening my eyes, 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 parents 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 all 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 says, 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 long 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 yes 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 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, already knowing the answer. 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 say 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 along the rink, I can’t help but think about short stack. I’ve never seen her around campus before, even though this academy 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 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.

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