Covert Lessons

by Mari Carr

  Worst of all was that he refused to touch her. Damn man had slept on the couch every night for three weeks and absolutely, positively would not lift a finger to touch her in a sexual way, insisting that it was too soon and that he didn’t want to hurt her and a whole bunch of other excuses that were getting very old and tired. He’d tucked her into bed every night with a platonic kiss on the forehead—and she’d had enough. Tonight she fully intended to cure him of this misconception as well. She’d been to the doctor today and gotten a clean bill of health. On the way home, she’d done a little shopping.

  Glancing down, she adjusted her short skirt and stifled a giggle. Lt. McNally promised her a few bedroom lessons and she fully intended to collect on that debt. She’d even dressed for the part. She turned down the heat on the chili to simmer. If things went according to plan, they would be eating a very late dinner. Hell, if she was lucky, they could have the chili for breakfast.

  Walking back to the living room, she paused in front of the mirror in the hallway to check her appearance once more. She couldn’t believe she’d actually bought this outfit. It certainly wasn’t like anything she owned, but she had to admit she did look pretty good. If Mac remained immune to this then she was screwed—figuratively, not literally.

  She’d donned a Daisy Duke-style white blouse, which displayed more than a few inches of cleavage and most of her midsection as it was cinched together with a little knot just under her breast. Her plaid skirt was excruciatingly short and left very little to the imagination. It definitely would not pass the fingertip rule in her school’s dress code. If she put her hands straight down at her sides, the thing ended closer to her wrist than her fingertips. The ensemble was topped off with a white garter belt, stockings, thong and Mary Jane shoes. She’d even pulled her hair into two ponytails on the sides of her head and she looked every inch the naughty schoolgirl. She couldn’t wait for Mac to see her.

  She heard his car pull up outside and she hurried into her home office. She leaned seductively against the desk and waited for Mac to come in. She’d given him a key the day they’d returned home from the hospital since he’d refused to let her out of bed for any reason. She liked that he had a key to her place—it made her feel warm and tingling inside. She also liked the way he announced himself when came in.

  “Kell, I’m home,” he yelled from the front foyer. She grinned, amazed that three simple little words put together like that could make her feel so giddy.

  “I’m in here,” she called out and started earnestly chewing the bubble gum she’d popped into her mouth earlier.

  “Whoa,” came a husky voice from the doorway.

  “Hiya, Mr. McNally,” she purred. “I waited after class just like you told me to.” She hoped he would hop into the fantasy without too much fanfare or discussion, but she knew that was probably asking too much of the poor guy. He really was worried about her health, but enough was enough.

  His confused, torn look was priceless and she almost wished she had a camera. She’d left the far-too-outspoken lieutenant speechless.

  “I, um, I just wanted to know how your doctor’s appointment went.” His answer was basically what she’d expected, but at least he was attempting to play his part.

  “Great,” she replied, blowing a bubble with her gum. “I got a clean bill of health. I am in one-hundred-percent, tip-top shape.” As she spoke, she pretended to fiddle with the cinched waist of her shirt and thrust her breasts out farther. He was such a sucker for her girls.

  “So is that all you wanted, Mr. Mac?” she asked, adopting the nickname her students had given him. “I kinda thought you were going to punish me for being so bad in class today.”

  He cleared his throat and swallowed heavily. She could see his body was definitely waging a war with his conscience so she decided to lob another grenade.

  “If that’s all then, I guess I’ll go.” She turned slightly and bent over to pick up a book from the desk. Her seductive move gave him a bird’s-eye view of more than a bit of her bottom.

  “Actually,” he said quickly. “There was something else.”

  She turned around and feigned annoyance in perfect teenage style. “Yeah, what?”

  “First of all,” he said, coming toward her in such a way that had her soaking the thin strip of material of her thong. “Chewing gum is against the rules, young lady.”

  She smiled slowly. “Sorry, Mr. Mac. Should I spit it out or swallow?”

  He groaned at her saucy question and she stifled a grin as he quickly readjusted his suddenly tight jeans.

  “Tease,” he whispered as she turned to throw her gum into the trash can. She wanted her mouth free and clear for the rest of this party.

  “There,” she answered somewhat belligerently. “Can I go now?”

  “Oh no,” he replied, moving even closer until he had her boxed in against the desk. “I believe we need to talk about your blatant disregard for the dress code, Miss Finch.”

  She pretended to be confused. “What’s wrong with this? Don’t I look like a good little schoolgirl?”

  “Mmm,” he hummed. “You may look like a schoolgirl, but the ‘good’ part is pushing things a bit far. You know perfectly well your skirt is too short and that blouse is too revealing. How do you expect the boys in class to concentrate on their studies?”

  “Maybe I’d rather have the boys study me instead.” She leaned back on the desk, placing her hands flat behind her. The movement hiked her skirt up even farther, if that was possible.

  “This is the problem, Miss Finch. You need to concentrate on your own studies and not on whether or not every boy in the room is sporting a hard-on from looking at you.”

  “How ’bout you, Mr. Mac? Do you get hard when you look at me?”

  “My arousal is not the topic of this discussion. I can see that you won’t listen to reason, so perhaps we’ll have to try something else. Turn around, Miss Finch.”

  Her eyes widened with feigned innocence. “What are you going to do?”

  “Something I should have done a long time ago. Now turn around.”

  She complied, slightly embarrassed by how incredibly aroused she was. Her nipples were so tightly budded she figured she could probably take an eye out with them, and her pussy had flooded beyond the limits of her thong, the juices running down the insides of her legs. As she bent over the desk, her skirt traveled up and she could feel his gaze glued to her practically bare bottom. His hand lightly grazed the soft skin there as he pushed her skirt up even farther and she moaned at the touch. God, she wanted him.

  Mac leaned closer and she felt him reach over her head for something, but her eyes were tightly closed, anticipating how good it would feel to have his hand striking her ass. She would never have believed such a thing could feel so utterly perfect.

  Therefore, she was surprised when it wasn’t his hand, but something quite a bit harder that struck her.

  “Ow!” she cried out, her eyes flying open to gaze over her shoulder. “What was that?”

  He held up a ruler and gave her a very stern, teacher-like look. “Your punishment isn’t finished. Now be a good girl and turn around.”

  She did as he commanded, her heart pounding. This fantasy was supposed to drive him insane, but it seemed to be dragging her straight to the loony bin as well. She was out of her mind with the need to be spanked, fucked, anything.

  He struck her again and now that she was prepared, she felt the same sexy burn she’d experienced when he’d “punished” her for breaking up the fight between Chad and Scotty. He swatted her bottom with the ruler several more times and she felt herself anticipating and moving into each blow.

  “God, Mac,” she whispered when she felt herself teetering at the edge of an orgasm.

  He threw the ruler to the side and bent over her, his jeans rubbing against the ultra-sensitive skin of her ass. “That’s Mr. McNally, young lady, and you have not been given permission to come.”

  She was honest-to-God panting and u
nsure she’d be able to see this fantasy through to the end. She was two seconds away from seriously begging him to fuck her. “Mac,” she began.

  He lowered his hands to her waist, ignoring her lapse from their playacting and continuing in his role. “You realize you’re in danger of failing my class, don’t you?”

  She struggled to regain her composure and took a deep, cleansing breath before slipping back into character. “I was kinda hoping you might give me some extra credit.”

  “Extra credit,” he repeated softly, his words whispered against her ear as he continued to hold her body pinned to the desk. “I think that could be arranged. But be warned, Miss Finch, I don’t merely give out passing grades. You’ll have to earn it.”

  She squirmed at his words, trying rather unsuccessfully to push back against his turgid erection. She was desperate to have him inside her and she would do anything, say anything to get him there.

  “Oh, I’ll earn it.”

  He growled at her response and roughly shoved her skirt up to her waist. She thought he’d shown amazing self-restraint and was pleased to discover he was as out of control as she felt.

  “Birth control?” he asked as he broke the thin string of the thong with one sharp tug.

  “Got the shot last week.”

  “Thank God,” he muttered and she felt him rise to remove his pants. She started to turn around to help him but his hand landed in the middle of her back. “Don’t move. Not a muscle. Christ, you look hot like that.”

  She heard him kick off his shoes and pants before he returned to his place between her thighs.

  “Shirt?” she asked teasingly.

  “No time,” he replied as he positioned himself at her wet opening. “Gotta fuck you now or I’ll die.”

  She started to giggle at his words, but the laughter quickly turned to a groan when he entered her to the hilt in one thrust. “Oh my God!”

  Her soft cry seemed to be all he needed to hear and he took her roughly, quickly from behind. His hard cock pounded into her and it became crystal clear he was suffering from the same desperation she was. She reared back each time he thrust in, rejoicing at the feel of him brushing against her womb. “Harder!” she cried and, although she didn’t think it possible, he answered her plea.

  Over and over he drove into her, each time backing away as she reached her climax. After the fifth retreat, she felt the straw of sanity break. “Dammit, Mac! What the hell are you doing?”

  The man actually had the nerve to chuckle. “I told you, Miss Finch, you’ll have to earn your passing grade.”

  She pounded her fists against the desk in frustration. “Now, Mac. Please!”

  He slowed down even more. “Call me Mr. McNally,” he insisted. “And promise me you’ll be a good girl from now on.”

  “I promise, dammit. Please, Mac…Mr. McNally. Fuck me!”

  She felt his grin against her cheek as he placed a soft kiss beside her ear. “Don’t come until I give you permission—and Kelly, I mean it this time.”

  As he spoke, he built up the pressure once again, driving into her harder than before. She screamed at the intense pleasure-pain of his hips pounding against her sinfully sore ass.

  “Now, Kelly!” he yelled and she tumbled headfirst into the strongest climax of her life. She felt his cock explode as her pussy muscles constricted around it.

  “Fuck yes!” he hissed, his body still slamming into hers, demanding that she take every drop of his come deep inside her.

  The second their orgasms died, he reached for her, pulling her up from the desk, turning her into his embrace.

  “Again,” he barked. “I need you again.”

  The second the words passed his lips, she felt her body answer the call and she grabbed his hair, pulling him to her for a rough, passionate kiss.

  “Yes,” she whispered as she bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

  He growled and lifted her up. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her three steps to the wall. Pushing her against it, he shoved back into her waiting pussy and she was shocked by the instant orgasm his swift movement provoked.

  “Oh my God!” she cried, her inner muscles quivering as he returned to his hard, glorious thrusting.

  “That’s right, Kelly. Come, baby. Let me feel how much your cunt wants me. Let me feel how bad you want my hard cock ramming inside you.”

  He drove into her relentlessly, showering her with dark, sexy words until she drifted from one climax to the next without cease. Finally she demanded that he join her in ecstasy.

  “Give it to me, Mac! Fill me up.”

  Her words pushed him over the edge and when her pussy started to spasm with yet another orgasm, his cock erupted, filling her with his hot semen.

  When their breathing finally returned to normal, she glanced around, surprised to find herself lying on the office floor next to a semi-conscious Mac.

  “So,” she teased, “do I get an A?”

  “Sweetheart,” he replied without opening his eyes. “You are now officially top of the class. Valedictorian.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Kelly walked to the back of her classroom where José was sitting. Today was his first day back in school since the day of his brother’s arrest and she wanted to make sure he was feeling okay. Although there were some faded bruises on his arms and face, she couldn’t help but notice there was also a lightness in his eyes and his face didn’t appear to be so drawn with worry or tension.

  She grabbed the seat next to his and lowered her voice, so the other students wouldn’t overhear. She felt safe speaking to him since the majority of the group was engaged in a lively round of Scattergories.

  “You okay?”

  José smiled at her. “I’m fine, Miss. I wanted to thank you for what you did for me and my mama.”

  “I didn’t do much, José.”

  “But you did. You saved her life. You and Mr. Mac.”

  She had been delivering José’s schoolwork to him through a homebound teacher. She’d just finished grading some of the writing he’d done while recuperating. In a couple of his journal entries, he’d mentioned the fact that Mac had come to visit him and his mother several times in the hospital and then at home, which was news to her. She wondered why Mac had never mentioned the visits. No doubt he knew she would tease him for being so softhearted and rub it in once again about how wrong he’d been about José.

  While it took José a while to warm up to him, it seemed that he now viewed Mac with something akin to hero worship. She tried to shrug off his praise for her role in his mother’s recovery, feeling unworthy of it. José had been seriously beaten and she’d been unable to do anything to help him.

  Before José could say more however, there was a knock at the door. She turned in time to see Mac open it and walk through.

  “Hey, Mr. Mac,” several of the students called out. Two girls ran over to hug him. None of the students had been happy when Mac just suddenly stopped appearing. She had lied about him completing the student teacher requirements, but teenagers weren’t so easily fooled and given the fact Mac hadn’t taught a single class, she knew they all had their doubts about his future as a teacher.

  “It’s good to see you guys,” Mac said to the group before turning his gaze to her. “Ms. Finch, you are looking as lovely as ever.”

  She fought hard to restrain the smile bursting to get out.

  They’d had an argument this morning about her insistence at staying late for the after-school session today. Even after their marathon weekend of sex, Mac had suggested she take another week to recuperate fully before starting the study sessions again. He’d seemed to take offense when she merely laughed at his comment and flat-out refused. As typically happened, one thing led to another and soon they were in a full-blown spat. She had to admit as far as personalities went, she and Mac seemed to be fairly evenly matched in the stubborn department and she expected their future would hold plenty of silly arguments when the
y disagreed over something.

  Best thing was their arguments never lasted long or became too heated, and sometimes she suspected Mac provoked the fights because, as he said, it turned him on to see her “fly into Ms. Finch mode”.

  Plus the damn man loved having an excuse to have make-up sex.

  She wasn’t surprised to see him here at school. No doubt he’d come to make sure she wasn’t overdoing it. She was, however, surprised to see him inside the building. Despite picking her up every day since her return to work, this was the first time he’d been back in her classroom since her attack and Juan’s arrest. Every other day, he’d simply waited for her in the parking lot.

  “Mr. McNally. What a surprise.”

  Mac approached her slowly and she fought back a victorious smirk as she noted his caution. Clearly he wondered if he was still in the doghouse.

  “My friends call me Mac,” he said with a wink.

  She arched her eyebrow at him. “How nice for your friends, Mr. McNally.”

  He was undaunted by her cool response and continued forward until they were standing nearly nose to nose. She fought the impulse to take one big step back, as he was far too close to her and there were students watching. Before she could act on the thought, he dropped to one knee in front of her.

  “Mac?”

  He grasped her hand in his and she felt suddenly lightheaded as she struggled to take a proper breath. Surely this couldn’t be what she thought it was?

  The room had gone silent, quite a feat for a roomful of teenagers, and for the briefest of moments she considered that it was probably inappropriate for her students to be witnessing this and attempted futilely to pull Mac up from where he knelt.

  Then Mac spoke and the rest of the world disappeared. “I love you, Kelly.”