"What?"
"I'm always worried about my students but after yesterday," he pushes himself away from the door and comes to perch on the edge of my desk, "after yesterday, I was left with a strong feeling that you are not okay being back here."
Is this fucker for real? Is he really going to waste my time? Mr. O’Connor is easily the hottest guy in this school and young for a teacher, just getting out of teacher’s college. His black hair faded at the sides and long on top, styled into a flipped front. His blue eyes are bright and he has two prominent dimples deep in his cheeks. His body is also trim and I wish I could be finding out just how built he is right now instead of this bullshit.
“Fuck this.” I stand abruptly from my seat and bend over to grab my bag.
“Leaving so soon?” His voice is rough and I’m shocked when I feel his fingers glide up my thigh. “I thought we could talk.”
I slowly stand and turn to face him, his fingers moving along with me, landing at mid-thigh. He stands and faces me, his face blank. I look to the front of his pants and notice a sizable bulge, making my core clench with need.
“Hands on the desk, Ivy.”
I do as he says, bending over slightly, and watch as he walks behind me. He flips my skirt up and I swallow back a moan, I’ve been needing this all day.
“Luckily, my classroom is one of the few that lock.” His fingers dance over my panties and they’re soaked. “You’re sure you want this?”
He pops the button on his jeans and drops the zipper slowly, his large cock springing forward. He runs his thumb over the tip, smearing the drop of precum into the skin, and then popping it into his mouth.
“Yes.” I finally find my voice. “Make it fucking good, too.”
He pulls my panties down to my knees and steps on them, dragging them to the floor.
“Step out of them.” I still have my eye on his large cock being stroked by his hand and swallow thickly, stepping out of my panties.
He grabs a condom out of his back pocket, rips open the wrapper, and slowly rolls it down his length.
“This is going to be fast and rough, Ivy.” He lines himself up with my opening and I feel myself clench, wanting him inside of me. “Hold on.”
Then he’s pushing himself in and I whimper at the feeling of being stretched and filled with his girth. He continues to push in and I drop to my elbows on the desk.
“Fuck.” I moan and push back against him. “Fuck, Mr. O’Connor.”
At the sound of his name, he pulls out, and slams back in, the desk skating a few inches forward. He tips my hips forward a bit further and begins a rapid rhythm of thrusts, my pussy is so wet I can feel it on my thighs.
His hand snakes around my lower stomach and his finger slips down over my mound, pressing into my clit. At the first touch, my breath catches, and I see the greying hair. My stomach rolls as I clench my eyes shut to concentrate on where I am and who’s inside of me. I need to come and chase him out of my mind.
I clench my core and groan when Mr. O’Connor’s fingers pinch my clit roughly. Stars burst behind my eyelids and my stomach tightens.
“Fuck,” I exclaim, “I’m coming.”
“Cream on my dick, little girl.” He growls and my core explodes with sensations that swim through my limbs, my vision blackening for a few seconds.
I begin to come down and look over my shoulder at Mr. O’Connor. He has his head thrown back and both hands on my hips, his teeth biting down into his fat bottom lip. His eyes are closed and I know now’s my chance.
I pull my phone out of my breast pocket and slide it across to the camera, taking a quick picture of his euphoric face, then replace it before he slams into me a final time and comes on a loud groan.
He pulls out of me and slaps me hard on the ass before bending to pick up my panties. Before he stands, he leans forward and swipes his tongue through my wet folds, making me gasp.
“Monday, detention.” He stands and tosses me my panties. “I’ll be eating this then.” He says as he sticks a finger inside me, withdraws, and sucks it into his mouth.
Fuck, he’s so hot.
I get myself dressed and head for the door without a word, throwing a grin to Mr. O’Connor over my shoulder.
When I walk into the hall, it’s practically empty with only a few students mingling, and one of which is Carmelo.
He’s standing at my locker and sporting an impressive black eye.
“Your mother and father are gonna lose their shit when they see that.” I point to the bruise as I open my locker.
“How was detention?” He deflects.
“Exhilarating.”
“There’s a party tonight down at the wharf,” he pushes off my locker so I can open it. "Coming? Or did you already do that?"
He snorts and I fight to keep the amusement out of my voice, "who's going?"
He laughs and ruffles my hair, "don't get yourself shipped off again, driving to New York every other weekend is a bitch. Cam said he's going and he's bringing Amelia."
Carmelo and Cam made the trek to New York twice a month to spend a weekend with me. My mother came every weekend but I would assume that was mostly for business with Trent.
"Fuck, he's trying to get into Amelia's pants, isn't he?" I slam my locker shut and pull my bag over my shoulder.
"I can't tell." He sounds slightly pissed off. "I usually know these things but the fucker is being mute on this one."
"That spells trouble right there." I mumble and we head out of
