Page 12 of Dead Valentine

Ignoring what the student answers, I look up at Cara’s body, slowly starting from her toes and up. I pretend to focus on a small bruise on her thigh, but really I’m staring at her pussy. Exactly how I pictured it when I jerked off over her the other night. God, I bet it feels so fucking good now. My gloves squeak with how tightly my hands are fisted.

“Mr. Moriarty,” the professor says in an annoyed tone. Great, he had to have called on me more than once. I clear my throat and stretch out my hands.

“Yes, sir?”

“Name something on her body that should be noted.”

“Note the medium-sized jelly bean shaped bruise near her left acetabulum. Looks to be approximately a week old bruise,” I point with my index finger. Grabbing her thigh, I manipulate the skin around it, as if still searching for answers. My cock hardens, and I suppress a groan by clearing my throat. “My guess is she smacked it against one of the counters working in the cafeteria.”

Professor points and nods with a rare smile, “Excellent note. This brings up an age-old debate in the medical field. Conjecture. When is it appropriate? Is it appropriate?” He waves his hands towards everyone standing on the right side of the tray. “You discuss.” Waving at us on the left, he says, “Note your findings.”

I wipe the condensation from my steamed mirror and finish the skincare routine that I started in the shower. Did I learn this particular routine from Patrick Bateman? I’d rather not say. Putting my face mask on, I pat dry my body down with my towel and then wrap it around my hips. While I wait the allotted ten minutes, I lay out my outfit for the night. After peeling the mask off, I apply moisturizer and anti-aging cream. I open my pomade, put a dollop in my hand and run it through my longer hair on top. I try to tame the slight waves, pushing them back from my face. A few strands fall forward and I turn my head side-to-side. Hmm. I like it. Grabbing my deodorant, I swipe it on and then spray myPS For Men cologne.I point to the mirror and wink. “They’re gonna love ya.” I slide my watch on and listen for the click, securing it in place. Checking the time, I realize it’s almost time for my date. It’s a big night for a lot of people here at SVU. I may not be one of the Divine Valentine, but I do know something big happens every year on this day. It’s as if the entire campus shuts down. If you’re not one of them, stay the fuck in your dorm and let them do their thing.

I have to rebel a little for my date. They’re frigid as hell, but that’s how I prefer them anyway. We’ll be out of their way, it should be fine. Quickly dressing, I grab the stolen key card I need and leave my dorm. I quickly look around the halls and listen for a moment, making sure I won’t be caught. When Idon’t hear or see anything, I lock my door and head to the stairs.

Staying light on my feet, I slowly walk down the stairs, making my way to the first floor. Cracking the door open, I peek out and listen again. When it seems clear, I push the door open and step out, carefully closing it behind me. I make sure that door closes quietly as well and silently thank the snow for muffling my footsteps. It’s darker than usual out here. Something tells me that’s on purpose. The sound of screams can faintly be heard out in the snowy trees of the grounds, and I press myself against the wall.

Squinting my eyes, I look around and make sure there isn’t anybody near. Finding it clear, I pick up the pace to get to my date on time. Pulling the key card from my pocket, I scan it until the indicator light turns green and the door clicks. As I open the door, I hear more screams and shake my head. You people will not ruin my night, dammit. I cringe when my shoes squeak against the linoleum. “Fuck,” I mutter. Finding the walkway rug, I rub my shoes against it, trying to dry them off.

Cracking my neck, I shove the key card in my pocket and push forward. Once I reach the next door, I slip inside and sigh in relief, locking the door behind me.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry I’m late. You know what tonight is, so I had to be extra careful in order to make it to you. I hope you’re not too upset with me.” Opening the cooler, I slide the body tray out and smile. “Hello, sweetheart.”

The wheels of the transfer cart squeal as I pull the tray out further. Kicking the locks on each wheel to hold it in place, I sigh in contentment while staring down at her. “As much as I want to take my time with you, time is of the essence, as they say.”

Looking her up and down, I realize I’ll need two things. Grabbing a tray trolley, I roll it over to the supply cabinets and drop medical grade tape and a scalpel on it. I walk over to Cara with it and rip off two pieces of tape and slap them to the tray. I peel back one eyelid and tape it to her forehead, then do the same with the other.

“Perfect,” I nod. I grab her tits and squeeze them like stress balls. I groan at the chilly feel of her skin and grit my teeth. “Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. This is a date, I don’t need to be professional right now.”

Letting go for a moment, I brace myself on the tray and push myself up. I groan, feeling more of her cold body pressed against me as soon as I straddle her hips. My cock hardens beneath my scrub pants, the fabric stretching around it. So much better without that damn cup in the way.

“God, the way I need to immerse myself inside you. Fuck, there’s so many things I want to do to you right now.”

My pre-cum soaks through the front of my pants. Grabbing the top of my pants, I pull them down and settle them below my knees. I grip my cock and stroke twice, grunting before bringing it to her pussy. I hiss, rubbing the tip between her firm folds. “Fuck, I bet you’re even tighter now, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Tilting my hips, I push and feel her entrance resisting my cock.

“Yeah you are. Let me in,” I chuckle.

I grip the head of the tray for leverage and slowly push inside. For most, the frigid temps would shrivel their cock but for me, it’s the opposite. I’m rock fucking hard and I love it. God, pleasedon’t cum yet. My teeth crack from the pressure of clenching my jaw as I continue to slide inside her.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so fucking perfect like this.” I have to be careful not to thrust too hard and tear anything. That would be my luck, rip the bitch’s pussy and then it’s noted during a class. Don’t be an amateur, Corbin. I drop my forearms on either side of her and stare into her lifeless eyes. “You have no idea how much I wanted to do this when you were in my bed. It just wouldn’t have been the same though. You understand, right?”

I rock my hips slowly, bringing my face between the opening of her Y incision. The familiar tingle zips up my spine and I feel my cock start to pulsate.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” I quickly pull out of her, aiming my cock at the floor, watching spurts of cum fly down with a splat. My breath comes out in heavy pants as I stare down at my cum. Fuck, that was close. I don’t care what anyone says, the smell of a corpse is not putrid. It’s fucking delicious and should be bottled as a goddamn cologne. I’d wear it everyday. Okay, maybe only if I was alone, because clearly I’d jizz in my pants all fucking day long smelling myself.

Pushing my hair back from my face, I wipe the sweat from my forehead with my arm. Pinching the flaps made with the Y incision between my fingers, I peel both sides away and stare inside her chest cavity and moan.

“Fuck, baby. Look at what you do to me. I just fucking came and I’m getting hard again. You dirty little slut.”

I had a plan to play with her stomach like I’ve been fantasizing about, but her heart catches my eye. My eyes flick between herheart and stomach, contemplating. There would be no hiding this. I will definitely have to be proactive in our next class and make a fool of myself. Probably push ahead, grab her heart and start cutting immediately. Say I’m studying the chambers from within.

I nod to myself and look at Cara. “What better symbolism than playing with your heart on Valentine’s Day? You’re like a ready-made meal, all cut up and prepared for me.”

Picking up the scalpel from the tray, the metal clinks together and scrapes as I pull it away. With my other hand, I reach in and grip her heart. My cock throbs at the sensation, I’m hovering above her moaning and shivering in delight. “Oh fuck, I want it. I need it.” Bringing her heart to my nose, I aggressively inhale and lick across it, leaving a trail. I whimper at the taste and texture, quickly pulling it away before I take a bite out of it like an apple. My hand shakes as I hold both her heart and the scalpel. I push the scalpel into her heart and make an incision.

Checking with my fingers inside to see how much space I have, I toss the scalpel to the tray with a clank and zero in on the movement of my fingers sliding in and out of her heart. “Oh fuck, oh yes.”

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