by Laura Lee
“Tyler Janus,” Mr. Cooper calls.
Tyler raises his hand. “Here.”
Our teacher looks down at the paper in his hands. “Braeden Jones.”
Braeden lifts a finger. “Right here.”
Mr. Cooper looks at Braeden and nods. “Katherine Kennedy.”
I hold my breath as he looks around the room waiting to match a face with the name. I sink a little lower into my chair as he repeats himself.
Dylan pokes me in the shoulder. “Wake up, Kat. He’s calling your name.”
“Is there a Katherine Kennedy here?” Mr. Cooper asks, projecting his deep voice a bit more.
I hesitantly raise my hand. “Kat,” I say with a trembling voice. “My name is Kat.”
Mr. Cooper’s head whips in my direction and he immediately hones in on my desk. His bright blue orbs widen in recognition. I’m sure it’s only a matter of seconds but it feels like an eternity as his jaw clenches and his face reddens in anger. I swear to God it feels like every set of eyes are on me and there’s a neon sign flashing above my head that says, “Hot for teacher”.
He clears his throat and tears his gaze away from me. “Hannah Lewis.”
“Here,” she says.
I pull my hair forward to act as a curtain and stare at my cuticles. I am so screwed. And not in a good way. I laugh to myself when I think about how this could’ve all been avoided had I told him that I was a barista and in turn, he would have shared his new job with me. I would’ve instantly cut the night short and likely never thought about it again. Instead, I now have firsthand knowledge of what this sinfully sexy man looks like naked. How he tastes. How well our bodies fit together with no barriers between us. The sound he makes when he comes. I could never forget that sound. I risk a glance toward the front of class and see that I’m not the only one affected by this disturbing bit of information. Mr. Cooper—Gavin—is burning holes through me as he reviews the syllabus with the other students. I am so, so screwed.
After what was quite possibly the longest forty-five minutes of my life, class is dismissed. I grab my bag, prepared to get the hell out of here.
“Miss Kennedy,” Gavin calls. “Please stay behind for a moment.”
“Fuck,” I mutter.
Dylan laughs as he hears the expletive fly out under my breath. “What’d you do, Kitty? It’s only the first day.”
I glare at him. “Can it, Dylan.”
He smiles and leans in to whisper in my ear. “Meet me under the bleachers at lunch?”
I look up and notice that Gavin is watching our interaction with interest. And something a bit more…hostile. “Dylan, get out of here. You’ll be late for your next class. I’ll talk to you later.”
He laughs as he pulls back. “See ya later, babe.”
Gavin waits until the last student leaves the room. “Close the door, Kat.”
“Look, Gavin, I know—”
“I said, close the fucking door,” he says through gritted teeth.
I shut the door as fast as possible and take a deep breath before turning around to face him.
“Lock it,” he growls.
I look over my shoulder in confusion. “What? Don’t you have another class coming in?”
He charges toward me so fast I flatten my body against the wood. He reaches down and turns the lock as he hovers over me. “You lied to me.”
I know it’s wrong on so many levels, but my nipples instantly harden from being this close to him. It’s like I’ve turned into a freaking Pavlovian mutt. “Gavin, I know you’re mad. But I can explain.”
His fists clench as he notices the new pair of headlights that I’m sporting through my belted shirt dress. “Mad?” he sneers. “Oh, I am so much more than mad. What the hell were you thinking? I could lose my job when I report this to my boss, Kat!”
I shake my head. “Is that what you’re so upset about? I haven’t told anyone. I would never tell anyone. And you can’t either! How was I supposed to know that you would be my freaking teacher? Trust me, I have just as much to lose as you do if anyone finds out about this. You can’t tell Principal Edwards. Please, Gavin. This town is so small. They already know too much.”
He studies me as he takes in my words. “How old are you?”
I lower my head and whisper, “Eighteen.”
“Jesus,” he mutters. A few seconds later, he takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “How old were you on the night we met?”
I look him straight in the eye. “Eighteen. It was my eighteenth birthday.”
He rakes a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. “We met in a bar. Last time I checked, the legal drinking age was twenty-one.”
“I’m aware,” I say with a clipped tone.
He glares at me. “Now is really not the time to push my buttons.”
“Really?” I challenge. “Are you going to give me detention?”
His nostrils flare. “Kat, don’t.”
“Don’t what, Gavin?”
“Don’t play games with me! I can’t believe this is happening.”
The bell rings, indicating the start of class. “Why isn’t anyone pounding on the door?” I ask.
He begins pacing the small space in front of me. “This is my planning period.”
Ah, that explains why he wasn’t worried about locking us in. No one would question his need for privacy during this time. I know it’s twisted, but I can’t help thinking about what Bree said earlier as I glance at his desk. I could easily imagine being on my knees in front of him, freeing his perfect dick from his slacks and taking him into my mouth.
He looks at the desk and back at me again. “What are you thinking about?”
“You probably don’t want the answer to that, Mr. Cooper.”
He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. Upon opening them he says, “What class are you supposed to be in right now?”
“No class,” I reply. “This is my senior project study period.” At McKinley, all seniors have a project due at the end of the year which is like a master’s dissertation, but on a smaller scale. We work on it throughout the year and have a free period each day dedicated toward making progress. We have a closed-campus so most students spend that time in the library.
He walks over to his desk and takes a seat in the chair. “That’s…convenient.” His eyes roam over my body. “So is that dress.”
“Did you really just say that?”
He props his elbows on his knees and holds his head. “Habit,” he explains. “When I’m with you, I lose all rational thought. There’s something about you that makes me feel…reckless.” He tugs on his hair and groans, which I’m learning is his way of coping with stress. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said that.”
I walk over to his desk and rub my hand through his hair. He falls into my touch and rests his head against my stomach. “Gavin…I’m sorry. I’m sorry about lying…about putting you in this position. And I’m sorry that I freaked out the other night and left like that. I know what you mean about feeling reckless. Since I’ve met you, I’ve seemed to throw all my carefully crafted rules out the window. I have those rules for a reason, yet with you, they don’t seem to matter.”
He puts his hands on my hips and looks up at me. “We can’t do this.”
I place my hand on his cheek. “I know. Please promise me you won’t say anything to Mr. Edwards. He can’t know about this.”
“You have nothing to worry about, Kat. I’m the one in the difficult position here. Anything that I tell him would be confidential.”
I shake my head furiously. “That’s not true. That office is the central hub for gossip in this town. Believe me, I know from personal experience. I know they’re not supposed to talk about students, but they do. Please don’t report this. We did nothing wrong—we didn’t know. They can’t know, Gavin. I can’t go through it again.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “You’ve had an affair with a teacher before?”
I grimace.
“No. God, no. It was something else—something I don’t want to get into. Please just trust that a new scandal would do nothing but distract me. I can’t afford a distraction this year. I need to maintain my grades. I’ve worked too hard to blow it now.”
He releases a sigh. “You don’t look eighteen. You certainly don’t act eighteen. Hell, you’re more mature than half the thirty-year-olds that I know.”
I give him a sad smile. “I was forced to grow up pretty quickly.”
“I’m gathering that.”
I take a step back and clear my throat. “Well, I should probably get going now. I’m going to stop by the office to see if they can transfer me into another class.”
He shakes his head. “This is the only AP option.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.” He stands up and places his hand on the back of his neck. “You need this course for college admissions, don’t you?”
I nod. “The guidance counselor said it would help on my scholarship applications.”
“It would.”
“Oh. Well…I don’t think we really have a choice. Do we?”
He sighs. “Look, Kat. I know this has the potential to be awkward, but it doesn’t have to be. You need this class and I’m a damn good teacher.”
“Wow, a modest one too,” I tease.
“I mean it. I chose teaching because I wanted to make a difference. A positive difference. If you missed out on an opportunity because you had to drop this class, I’d never forgive myself. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, but I can be professional. We’re both adults. We just need to chalk this up to being a really messed-up coincidence and move forward. Do you think you can do that?”
I look into his eyes and see the sincerity in them. “I can try.”
He gives me a boyish grin. “Should we hug it out?”
“Do you normally cuddle your students?”
“No, but I’d make an exception. Just this once, of course.” He opens his arms to invite me in.
“Of course,” I laugh as I get sucked into his embrace. He pats me lightly on the back which quickly escalates into something not nearly as innocent. “Gavin, this doesn’t feel very professional.”
My skin tingles when he pulls back and traces his fingertips across my collarbone, grabs a hold of my shoulders, and prompts me to turn away from him. He runs his fingers down both of my arms and circles my wrists, placing my hands on the edge of his desk. My knees buckle when I feel his chest pressing into my back followed by his hot, wet mouth trailing kisses down my neck.
“Gavin, wha—”
He leans into my ear. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” I pant.
His fingertips dig into my hips so hard I’m sure they’ll leave marks. “This has to be the last time. To get it out of our systems.”
My panties are soaked just thinking about what’s going to happen. “I’m good with that.”
Gavin bunches my dress over my hips and groans as he rolls my panties down to my knees. He plunges a finger in deep, seeing how ready I am for him. “You’re so damn wet.”
“I know,” I moan as he moves his finger in and out. “Please don’t make me wait.”
“Don’t worry; as much as I love the idea of teasing you, I have no patience for that right now,” he says.
I hear him unbuckling his belt with his free hand as he continues working me into a frenzy. Before I can form another cognizant thought, he’s inside of me and I can no longer focus on anything else. Nothing else exists but this moment. His hand on my lower back, pressing me into the desk. The thick head of his cock pressing tightly inside my core, hitting just the right spot, sending delicious shivers of arousal throughout my body.
I’m gripping the edge of the desk while he pounds into me over and over again. As a loud moan escapes my lips, Gavin’s hand claps over my mouth, silencing my cries of pleasure.
He stills. “Shh, Kat. You need to be quiet.”
I nibble his palm until he releases his hold. I think I literally might die if he doesn’t start moving again. Spontaneous combustion is a real thing, right?
“Gavin,” I whisper. “Please move. I’ll be quiet; I promise. Just move!”
He stretches over me, intertwining his fingers with mine, and continues slamming into me at a furious pace. I know this is dangerous. I know that someone could walk down the hall or knock on the door at any moment. I know that I should care, but I don’t. Consequences don’t matter right now.
Being caught could ruin both of us but I simply can’t process that while he’s grinding into me, filling me in the way that only he can. Every part of my body is attuned to his. Every inch of me is consumed with how it feels to have him inside of me. He activates all my neurons; I’m buzzing from the sensation overload. I’m lost in the raw, overpowering pleasure he gives me.
“You feel that?” Gavin asks in a guttural tone.
“Could you be more specific?” I pant.
Thrust.
“How perfectly we fit together.”
Thrust.
“How much this pussy loves being filled by me.”
Thrust.
“I can feel you quivering, Kat. You’re about to come, aren’t you?”
Thrust.
I can barely think right now, let alone speak. His dirty talk has my sanity hanging on by a loose thread. Gavin’s cock is so long, so hard, so merciless. My pussy is throbbing in the most delightful way; I can feel my wetness seeping out of me.
“Admit it, Kat,” he presses. “You can’t get enough of this either. You’re so tight; so wet for me. Always so fucking wet for me. Just let it go, Kat.”
Thrust.
“Show me how much you love being bent over my desk right now.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
“Come all over my dick, baby.”
Oh God! His words send me flying over the edge, my climax so unexpected it takes my breath away. I start to scream but he swiftly clamps his hand over my mouth again as his pace quickens, chasing his own release. When he comes, I feel every bit of it. Every stream shooting into me. Every pulse of his cock as he rides it out. He collapses onto my back and we’re both frozen in place. The only sound in the room is our labored breathing.
“Who knew you had such a filthy mouth?” I whisper.
He chuckles and places a soft kiss on the back of my neck. “You bring it out in me, I guess.”
The bell suddenly rings, causing us both to tense. Gavin carefully pulls out of me and stands upright to tuck himself back into his pants. I straighten as well and try smoothing out the wrinkles in my dress. As hot as it was only a minute ago, the air is now pregnant with unease. We agreed that we needed to do this for closure, but that felt like anything but. Unspoken words hang in the space between us, begging to be voiced. Right when I get the nerve to speak up, Gavin beats me to it.
“So…” he says as he squeezes the back of his neck.
“So…” I repeat.
“I guess that will do the job, huh?” he says. “For closure, I mean. We’ll be nothing but professional from this point forward?”
“Professional…right.”
He looks like he wants to take it back but instead he says, “Well, I guess you should probably get out there and head to your next class.”
“Um, yeah. I probably should.”
Gavin clears his throat and walks me to the door. He opens it and gives me a sad smile. “Have a good day, Miss Kennedy.”
“You too, Mr. Cooper.”
As I’m rushing to Spanish class, I can’t help but think how hard it’s going to be keeping things professional after that. I’ll never look at that desk the same way again.
“KAT, LOOK! THERE HE IS!” Bree says excitedly.
I turn my head in the direction she’s pointing. “Who?”
“Eyes on me!” she scolds. “Don’t be so obvious! He’ll know we’re talking about him.”
“And how am I supposed to know who we’re talking a
bout when you won’t let me look?”
She bites into a French fry. “Mr. Cooper! He’s on lunch duty today. Damn, he is sooo hawt! I’d do him in a second.”
Oh, shit. I squirm in my seat as memories of being bent over Gavin’s desk flood my head.
“Who are you trying to sink your claws into now, Bree?” Dylan slides onto the bench next to me, puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into a side hug. “Hey, Kitty Kat. Why are you so flushed?”
Damn it! “Uh, I’m hot. It’s really hot in here. Don’t ya think?”
He leans in to whisper in my ear. “Admit it; you’re just thinking about how much you want my giant cock, aren’t you? I’d be more than happy to help you out with that, you know.”
“Holy shit!” Bree whisper shouts. “He’s looking right over here! Why does he look like he’s about to murder someone? God, that makes him even hotter! It totally gives him a bad boy vibe.”
I don’t need to turn around to know the look Bree is seeing. I can feel it and it’s directed right at me. Or more probably, Dylan. I shrug him off so Gavin doesn’t get the wrong impression. Not that it matters, I remind myself. You know, since nothing can happen between us again.
Dylan looks behind him and scrunches his face in concentration. “Who the hell are we talking about?”
Bree fans her face dramatically. “Mr. Cooper.”
“Gross, Bree,” he says. “He’s a teacher. And an old man.”
“He’s not that old,” Bree scoffs. “Thirty tops. I’d still fuck him in a heartbeat.”
Twenty-six, actually. And so would I. I bite my lip before I accidentally vocalize my thoughts.
“You’re such a little slut,” he says.