Making the Grade -- Part A

Authors note: Making the Grade is my fourth, longest and final story in my Hot Tails in Oak Hills series; the first three are The Reunion, Claiming Emily and Holly, Snowflakes and a Christmas Angel. I hope all of you enjoy the last installment of my seasonal stories. This story has been divided into five parts for easier reading. GEV

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Madison Ledbetter stared out the window of her first period American Literature class, watching as the swallowtail butterfly fluttered its wings as it gracefully landed on the edge of the dogwood petal, the new white blossoms in full bloom on the tree between the two buildings on the Oak Hills High School campus, a welcome sight after the massive snow storm the town had four months ago. It was the first of April and she'd be graduating at the end of next month, but she was still uncertain about what she was going to be doing in the fall. When her parents blew through her college fund, her plans to attend one of the state's universities were no longer feasible and it was too late to apply for scholarships, so she had no choice but to find a summer job and save up what she could, attend the community college in the fall and apply for a transfer to the university next year. That was if she even went to college at all. With everything going on in her life, college was the least of her worries.

She braced her elbow on her desk and dropped her chin into her palm, slowly turning her attention back to the front of the classroom and the back of the teacher as he stood at the whiteboard, writing down the day's homework, her gaze slowly moving from his ass to his back, watching the way his broad shoulders moved under the material of his shirt as he stretched his arm out to reach across the board, her gaze finally shifting to what he had written in blue marker. She made a disgusted face. She hated reading. She tucked the plait of her French braid inside her oversized sweatshirt as she pulled the hood up over her blonde hair, half-heartedly wrote the assignment down on a piece of paper and shut her binder just as the bell rang, gathering up her binder along with her books and sliding out of her seat.

"Remember the first three chapters of The Grapes of Wrath. We will be discussing--" Jacob Bradford instructed, but his words fell on twenty-five sets of deaf ears as his students made a beeline for the door as soon as the bell rang, releasing all of them from his torture of the great American novels. He recapped the marker he was using to write on the board and turned around, looking up as a few of the students had already left, the rest of them filing out the door, stopping the one student he needed to talk to. He pushed the rolled sleeves of his button-down dress shirt back up over his elbows and straightened the slightly loose knot on his tie. "Miss Ledbetter, could you stay after class, please," he said, his smooth tenor voice cutting through the mingling voices of his students to get her attention.

"Crap," Madison whispered as she stepped to the side as the rest of her classmates hurried out of the room, receiving a few stares and one or two discourteous remarks from some of the others. She sank back against the wall, hugging her books to her chest as she stared down at the frayed hems of her pant legs and the toes of her scuffed sneakers, waiting. She drew in a deep breath and let it back out, wondering just why she was being held back. She had turned in her last assignment on time, probably didn't get the best grade on it, but still she had done the work. She pushed away from the wall and took a step forward as the last person left the room, leaving her alone with her English teacher.

"Shut the door and have a seat," Jacob said as he walked behind the back of his tidy desk that sat in the front corner of the classroom, hearing the door click shut. He picked up a pile of manila file folders filled with papers from the second shelf of the five-tier bookshelf and walked around his desk, setting them down on the top as he motioned at the empty chair two feet away from him as she started to sit in the last desk by the door. "Up here, please," he instructed, leaning his hips against the edge of his desk, crossing his arms over his broad chest and one ankle over the other, watching through the lenses of his rimless glasses as she slowly walked up the row of desks and slid onto the chair.

He had spent four years in the military, another four in college and now at thirty years old, he had been teaching English and American Literature for the last five years and in that short amount of time, he had yet to see a student that was thrilled to be in his class. There were a few, but not many, and as he watched this eighteen-year-old student slowly take a seat, he wondered why he still did his job, probably because there were a lot of high schoolers that needed their minds expanded beyond the screen of their phones. And a lot that needed the right guidance. Like the one sitting in front of him right now.

Madison sat her books down on the desk and crossed her arms over the top of them, looking up at her teacher. She hated English just about as much as everyone else did, but a lot of her classmates, mainly the girls, hoped they were assigned to Mr. Bradford's class because he was the youngest and hottest instructor on the entire faculty and staring at him, whether it be at his front or at his backside while he wrote on the board, made the class that much more bearable because after the first two days in his classroom, everyone soon found out that he was one of the strictest teachers and didn't budge for anything.

If a student was lucky enough to get transferred out of his class, they were moved in with the other English teacher, a middle-aged plump woman that smelled of dog and cigarette smoke daily, her classes were easier, but everyone had to deal with the stench. So, Mr. Hottie was the only other option, and everyone prayed that they passed his class. And with the way that he was leaning against his desk, with his arms crossed over his chest, those stern hazel eyes of his boring a hole right through her, Madison had a feeling that she was failing. "Yes, Mr. Bradford," she said, her voice soft.

Jacob relaxed his stance, bracing his hands on the edge of his L-shaped desk and curling his fingers around the wood top, reflexively tapping his fingertips against the underside, looking at her. Unlike the other girls that paraded down the halls in their short, tight outfits that pushed the school's dress code, she always wore loose fitting clothes year-round and baggy sweatshirts in cooler weather, focused more on her studies then trying to attract the attention of the boys her age. But not as of lately. "Hood off, please," he instructed, watching as she reached up and pushed it off her head.

He had a clearer view of her now and he looked down at her, at her baby blue eyes that were filled with a lot of apprehension. "I will get right to the point. It has come to my attention at our last faculty meeting that you are considerably behind in all your classes. You currently have a failing grade in three of them and barely staying above an F in the other three, one of those being mine. The only one you are passing is yoga, which is an easy enough class to pass, you just have to show up."

He tented his fingers over the seven-inch-high pile of folders, looking at her over the top of his glasses. "This is all the work that you must complete by the middle of May to pass your classes, or you will not graduate. I have a two-hour study group Monday through Thursday after school starting at three-fifteen to help any student that needs it. I'm giving you the opportunity to bring your grades back up. If you are not through that door by that time, I'll assume that you want to fail. It's the only offer you are going to get, Miss Ledbetter, so you better take it, or you will be repeating your senior year."

She swallowed. Hard. She knew her grades were slipping but she didn't know how bad. She had mainly Cs on her last quarter report card with only one D, enough of a grade to pass and graduate, but not the grades she needed to get into college. And if her mother knew how bad she was failing--she hid her last report card from her--she'd be in even deeper trouble, so she should consider herself lucky that he didn't contact her mother and came straight to her first. She looked at the pile of folders stuffed full of sheets of paper under his fingertips and then back up at his stern face. Mr. Hottie was a hard-ass but at least he meant well. "All of that? By the middle of May?" she croaked, repeating what he had just said even though she had heard him perfectly clear. That was a lot of work, but she had done the damage to herself and now she had to pay the price.

"You better buckle down because you have seven weeks to complete all of this plus your current assignments and your final exams," he said, flattening his hand on the pile of assigned papers that had been given to him by her other teachers. None of them had be willing to give her the opportunity to get her grades back up, just letting her slip through the cracks of the education system. But he had seen what her mind was capable of when she was his student for sophomore English. "Now that we have that settled, Miss Ledbetter, care to explain to me why a straight A student all through high school is suddenly failing? Your grades were perfect the first semester but now you're just barely scraping by. Is everything okay? Anything you say will not leave this room."

Madison drew in a deep breath and slowly let it back out, looking up at the one and only teacher that remotely cared about seeing her pass her classes, the only teacher that even questioned why her grades had suddenly dropped. Only her best friend knew what was going on with her family situation and he was sworn to secrecy. She sat back in her chair and dropped her hands into her lap, looking down at her purple polished nails, wondering if she should really say anything, and then turned her gaze back up to him. The concern that she saw on his face and the genuine care to not see her fail had her trusting him. "My dad got sent to prison just before Christmas. My parents were shopping in downtown Riverton when they were jumped by four guys in the parking garage. One had a knife on my mom and the other three went after my dad. Someone in one of the buildings heard the fight and called the police but when the officer finally showed up, my dad only had bruised knuckles and all four of the men were unconscious on the ground. Both my mom and dad claimed it was self-defense, but the officer took one look at the size of my dad and the men on the ground and arrested him the spot. The officer never bothered looking for the knives.

"My dad is a fourth Dan black belt and when he went before the hard-nosed judge, and because there were no weapons recovered, the judge used my dad's training against him and ruled it as second-degree assault. He got ten years," she said, her voice barely audible. She sniffled and reached up, wiping the tears away with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, looking back down at her hands. "The first lawyer took half of my parent's savings, and they used my college fund to hire a different lawyer so we can try for an appeal. Without my dad, money is tight right now, my mom works in medical billing and coding at the hospital and she's having to pick up extra shifts when she can. I'm the one keeping up with everything around the house and we go up to see my dad on the weekends. I just don't have time for homework. So, what's the point in even trying anymore?" She looked up at him, at his face that was no longer stern, his eyes not as harsh. "May I go now," she asked, sliding out of the chair and gathering up her books, clutching them to her chest.

Jacob let out a long breath. No wonder her grades had plummeted, she probably felt like she no longer needed to succeed. He looked at her as she stood by the desk, her arms wrapped around her books as she clutched them to her chest. "I'm so sorry, Madison," he said, quickly dropping the formality he used with all his students, suddenly feeling like shit for having been so harsh with her. "I totally understand that your situation at home right now is not the best and you're struggling, but don't give up. Failure is for the weak and that's not you. Get your grades back up, graduate and make your parents proud, especially your dad. If college isn't in your future, there are other options out there. You've come this far already, Madison, don't fail your parents and especially don't fail yourself."

He looked at her over the tops of his glasses as he reached across his desk for a pen and a note pad. "If you get half of the work done from each class, you'll pass with a C, all of it and you'll be back up to an A," he said as he quickly wrote across the top sheet of paper, excusing her from being tardy to her next class, and pulled it off, handing it to her. "You may go," he said, dismissing her as he straightened to his full height of six-feet two-inches, pushing his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose with one long, thick finger.

She took his words to heart as she took the slip of paper from him, tucking it into the pocket of her hoodie. He was right. She wasn't a failure and her dad, her mentor, would be disappointed in her if she did just that. He may not get to see her graduate from high school or even college, but she could still make him proud. She had to tip her head back to look up at her teacher, he towered over her five-foot five-inch slender frame. Even when she was in his class her sophomore year, she could never recall him being clean shaven, he always had a three-day stubble that was neatly trimmed over his strong jaw that blended into his short-cropped hair that was several inches longer on top, a lone, stubborn strand of wavy chestnut hair falling over his wide brow, and he was always impeccably dressed, which made Mr. Hottie that much sexier. She swallowed, hoping her words didn't catch in her throat. "Thank you, Mr. Bradford. I'll be here at three-fifteen," she said before turning around and walking from the classroom, leaving the door open behind her.

Jabob walked around his desk and sat down in his chair, his eyes lingering on her. Poor girl really was having a hard time at home and none of the other faculty had taken the time to even ask how she was doing at the first sign of her grades dropping, but hopefully with his help she could get them back up where they needed to be so she could graduate on time with her classmates and not have to repeat her senior year. He picked up the folders on his desk and rolled his chair across the floor, setting them back on the bookcase, catching sight of her as she walked along the breezeway to the main building, pulling her hood back up over her head. He let out a breath as he rolled his chair back up to his desk. At least she was willing the make the effort, he just hoped she stuck with it and completed her work. He hated to see students fail, because that just meant that he failed them as a teacher.

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"Hey, Dylan," Madison said as he all but pranced his way up to her locker in the common area of the school, opening the door the rest of the way so he could check his reflection in the mirror she had stuck to the inside. She looked over at him as he smoothed a lock of hair back in place, giggling as he made a kissy face at his own refection as any openly gay eighteen-year-old would do. They had been best friends ever since they were seven years old when she had come to his defense, beating up the two older boys that were laughing at him when they saw him doing pirouettes in the back of karate class instead of kicks and punches. Even after his mom pulled him out of the class and signed him up for ballet instead, they remained inseparable; she went to all his recitals, and he went to all her tournaments. She grabbed her lunch bag out of the bottom of her locker and shut the door, locking the dial combination with a spin.

"Why were you late to trig this morning? I'm the only one allowed to be fashionably late," Dylan Casey said with a sassy lift of his chin as he slipped his arm around hers, walking across the common area to find a place to sit so they could eat their lunch. She was the first one he had come out of the closet to, even though she already knew from the time they were seven, but it was nice to know that he had a best friend who always had his back and could kick ass if anyone harassed him about his sexual orientation. He sat down on the bench at the table, scooting over so she could sit down next to him and opened his lunch sack, pulling out his sandwich. "Uh, Mom gave me turkey again," he scoffed. "She knows I gave up meat. Well, I do eat meat, just not this kind. Switch," he said, handing over his sandwich to his best friend. He had told her he had sworn off eating meat at the beginning of the year for health reasons, but he still had his mom make him a sandwich with some kind of protein so he could make sure Madison was getting a least something substantial for lunch, that way he didn't feel guilty having steak for dinner.

She smiled as she quickly swapped her peanut butter and jelly sandwich with his meat one, giggling as he sat there all poised and proper as he unwrapped the plain sandwich she had packed in her lunch, knowing this was going to happen. She had been onto Dylan's charade after the first month following her family's financial setback and she still went along with it, never wanting to hurt his feelings. "That's why I always pack PB and J. I get the better end of the deal," she said, sinking her teeth into the thick turkey, cheese and lettuce sandwich. Her smile faded and she drew in a deep breath, letting it back out. She knew she could tell her friend anything and everything. "Mr. Bradford held me back. I'm failing all my classes. Bad," she whispered. "He's giving me the opportunity to bring my grades back up."

"Ooo, do tell," Dylan said, dabbing at the corner of his mouth with his napkin as he looked over at Madison, his brown eyes and facial expression very inquisitive, even though she was reserved and quieter than she usually was around him. He picked up his bottle of water, taking as sip through the straw. "What is Mr. Hottie laying out on the table. Hopefully himself."

"It's not like that," she squeaked, looking around at their other classmates sitting amongst them within earshot, hoping they didn't hear anything, and with the way that they were paying attention to their own food and conversations, they hadn't heard anything. She didn't think there was a single female in the entire school, whether it be a student or faculty member that didn't have their eye on the hot English teacher even though he was engaged. Even she'd had a thought a time or two and it never hurt to fantasize and that's all it ever was, fantasies, and there was no gossip around the halls that anyone had ever done anything with any of the teachers, just which boy was hooking up with which girl.

He reached over with both hands and grabbed hold of her sweatshirt, pulling it backwards till the front of it hugged the curves of her breasts, tiny waist and her flat stomach, tipping his head to the side as he admired her curves as any fashionista would do and just shook his head. The only time he had ever seen her display her figure was when they had gone to their junior prom together and he couldn't count how many sets of eyes were on her even though she only danced with him. He turned back to his lunch. "Honey, if you would just let me take you shopping, we could show off those perky Cs of yours and that perfect little figure and you wouldn't be failing your classes," he said, matter-of-factly. He picked up his water bottle again only to set it back down when he saw the concerned look on his friend's face. "How far behind are you?"

Madison stabbed at the fruit in her bowl with a plastic fork. "Since after winter break. I won't graduate if I don't get caught up by the middle of May. Mr. Bradford has a study group after school for two hours and he has all my assignments that need to be done to get my grades back up. This whole thing with my dad has everything so screwed up. You know how embarrassed I was when I had to walk into the dojo after my dad got arrested and tell the other instructors that he wouldn't be coming back to his own academy, I'll be totally humiliated if I don't graduate--" Her voice trailed off as the four-minute bell rang. She bagged up her trash and slid off the bench. "Can you still give me a ride afterwards? I'll text you when I'm done. See you in Spanish."

"You know I'm always there for you, girlfriend," he said, bagging up his own trash and giving her an air kiss. "See you in Spanish."

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When the final bell rang at three o'clock, Madison went to her locker and grabbed three of her textbooks, stuffing them into her backpack and zipping it shut. As everyone hurried out to the front of the building to the busses or their own vehicles, she pulled the hood of her sweatshirt back up over her head, hefted the strap of her backpack onto one shoulder and walked the other way through the school towards the classrooms, slowly walking down the breezeway far behind three other students that were heading the same direction that she was going, slightly embarrassed to be seen in this predicament. Mr. Bradford was standing with his back against the outside wall next to the open door, waiting for the students that needed the extra help to walk inside and take a seat and, as she got closer, she pushed her hood off her head, looking up at him.

Jacob stood outside his classroom, watching as the second to last student walked through the open door, waiting not so patiently as his gaze fell on the one student that was taking a little bit longer, walking slower, pushing the time limit. He knew it was Madison, she had the hood of her sweatshirt pulled up over her head and he jammed his hands into his pants pockets when she got closer, and knowing the no hat no hood rule, she pushed it off her head. He looked down at her. She didn't look very happy but at least she had shown up, which was a start. Six other students were already in the room, sitting in random chairs and he nodded his head towards the inside of the room. "Just take a seat wherever you want. Did you bring your books with you?"

Madison slipped her backpack off her shoulder, holding it by the strap as she stepped one foot into the room, looking around at the other students randomly seated in the other desks; two of them were pimple-faced freshman, one was the star varsity football player, there were two sophomores that she didn't recognize and the other one was the pregnant girl that had transferred to the school in the middle of the year. And then there was her, the straight A, honor roll, head of the class, that never brought any attention to herself but was failing horribly, senior that was in desperate need of help.

She was mortified that she had to be in the same room with everyone, wishing that she could just take the work home with her but then it probably still wouldn't get done. "I brought three of them. Guess I'll start with physics first," she said, her voice soft as she walked past him and took a seat closest to the window, two desks behind Mr. Bradford's desk, and the furthest away from everyone else. And when she noticed that no one was paying attention to her, didn't even know who she was, she felt a little less self-conscious and started to relax.

Jacob pushed away from the door and walked up to his desk to retrieve the file folder full of all her assignments from her physics teacher, stepping around to set it down on the desk in front of her, looking down at her as she tipped her head back, his gaze meeting hers. He could tell by the look on her face that she was embarrassed, more like mortified, to be in his study group, to admit that she was failing and needing help. But that was why he was here, to help, and keep as many students as possible from failing that he could. He tapped the top of the folder with his finger. He respected his student's privacy so he would never lose their respect, so he kept his voice low when he spoke so none of the other students could hear him. "If you have any questions, just come up to my desk. Everyone is in here to work, and I won't tolerate any distractions. Just keep your completed papers in the folder and I'll hand them over to your instructor when you're through. Okay?"

She nodded her head, looking up at him, into his hazel eyes hiding behind the lenses of his glasses. At least he was giving her the dignity and self-respect that she deserved, not calling her by name and bringing any unwanted attention to her, and for that she was thankful. She watched as he turned around and walked back up to his desk, her gaze lingering where it shouldn't be, but she couldn't help but look, it was right at her eye level. So, maybe he wasn't that much of a hard-ass but he did have a hard ass, she could tell by the way the material of his trousers hugged his hips and was draped over the curve of his taut buttocks. She pulled her textbook out of her backpack along with her binder and a pen and opened the folder, letting out a long breath as she looked down at the first assignment. It was going to be a long seven weeks.

Jacob sat down behind his desk and picked up the file folder full of papers from his first period class, using the time after the regular school hours to catch up on grading papers and lesson planning. He never intended on taking over the study group, but when the other teacher had to take early retirement during the middle of the last school year and he saw just how many students were struggling and needed the extra help, he spoke up at the faculty meeting and it was moved to his classroom. So, for four days out of his week, he stayed the extra two hours after school to help any student that was behind. If he didn't have any grading, he just sat at his desk with his feet propped up on the corner reading the online news feeds from his laptop. But right now, it was too close to the end of the school year, and he wasn't going to get any extra work done with the mix of students he had after school, all of them but one coming up to his desk for questions. By the time it was four-thirty, he was down to two remaining students for the day, the rest leaving after they had completed their necessary work.

He looked at his watch and then up at the almost empty classroom. It was almost five, the other student had left on their own apart from Madison, so he just sat there, watching her. She was sitting at her usual desk like she always was with her hood pulled up over her head as she concentrated on the work in front of her, her pen moving rapidly over the papers as she wrote. She was bright, he couldn't argue with that, but she was quiet and from what she had told him this morning, basically confirming what everyone else speculated over the past three years, disciplined in martial arts, which was probably why she just kept to herself. No one wanted to mess with her after half of the student body and three faculty members saw her defend herself when a male classmate twice her size grabbed her ass in the middle of the hallway between classes and she sent him flying to the ground with a well-placed kick to the side of his head, only to hurry off the other direction when someone saw who she was.

He watched as she tucked the assignment she had just completed under the stack of papers and flipped to the next chapter in her book, starting on the next one. He didn't want to interrupt her, but he needed to get home. He gathered up the rest of his papers and slid them into his messenger bag along with his laptop, walking over to where she was sitting and tapping his finger against the paper she was working on, looking down at the top of her head covered by her hoodie. "It's after five, Madison. You can work on more tomorrow," he said, waiting for her to finish the problem she was working out.

Madison looked around at the empty classroom and then up at him, her breath catching in her throat, completely taking aback by his relaxed state, having always seen him perfectly groomed with nothing out of place. His hair was slightly disheveled from his fingers and his tie was unknotted and hanging around his neck, the collar and first button undone on his shirt. She had been working on her assignments and not really paying attention to the time, not realizing it was five o'clock already. The work was coming easy to her, she had been paying attention in all her classes and she knew the material, just never put in the effort to do the work, setting herself up for disaster and now paying the price.

"Uh... okay," she said, watching as he closed the folder and picked it up off the desk, walking away to set it back on the bookshelf, not letting her finish the page she was on. She let out a breath and shoved her books back into her backpack and took out her phone, texting Dylan so he could come and pick her up, stashing it back into her bag when she got his response, thankful that she had a best friend she could rely on for anything. She gathered up her bag and got to her feet, heading towards the door, Mr. Bradford's voice stopping her just as she stepped outside.

Jacob picked up his bag from his chair and walked down the row of desks towards the open door just as Madison started the same direction. A lot of the seniors, if they didn't have their own vehicles, still rode the bus and, having told her about the study group during school hours, he didn't know what her transportation situation was like, or if she even had her own car. He shut off the lights as he stepped outside the classroom, looking down at her as she stood by the door, her hands shoved into the front pocket of her hoodie. She was so reserved that he always had to check twice to see if she was still in his classroom. "Do you have a way home," he asked as he pulled the door shut, locking it with his key before shoving them back into his pocket.

Madison slipped one strap of her backpack onto her shoulder, pushing the weight of it behind her as she looked up at her teacher. She never took rides from anyone she didn't know, always relying on her family or Dylan's parents to get her anywhere she needed to be before she got her own car, and now that hers was sitting at home needing repaired, she was relieved that her friend has his license and could drive her places. If her teacher was hinting that he was willing to give her a ride home, she would still graciously decline his offer, not that she didn't trust him, it would just feel awkward, even though she knew he was only doing it out of kindness. "My friend is coming to pick me up. He'll be here in ten minutes," she said, starting to walk away from him.

"I'll walk you out to the front of the school," he said, his long strides quickly closing the distance between them. Even though the only other people on the school's campus after five in the evening was the custodial personnel and the baseball team practicing on the field across the road in front of the school, there was no threat to her or anyone else, but he still wanted to make sure she made it safely to where she needed to go. He was willing to give her a ride home, but her friend was there for her instead and it would be horrible for him as a person to let her wait outside alone, even if it was only for ten minutes.

She looked over her shoulder at him, trying not to smile. She had a black belt in karate, and he was the one that felt like it was his responsibility to make sure she was safe walking through the empty school, but then that was the job of every teacher, keeping the students safe. "It's not necessary, I can take care of myself," she said even though she slowed her pace, allowing him time to catch up to her.

"I know you can, but it would make me feel better if you let me," Jacob said as he crossed the strap of his messenger bag over his neck, tucking the bag behind him and shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers, walking two steps behind her. He reached around her and pulled open the door to the common area, letting her walk through to the other set of doors that led out to the front of the school falling into step beside her. For someone that was short, she walked fast, and he caught the door with his hand as she set her hands against the push bar, opening the door to the outside. He looked down at her. The weather was starting to warm up and she was still wearing a sweatshirt that fell past the curve of her buttocks. He quickly drew his gaze back up. "You know, Madison, you don't always have to be so aloof with everyone at this school."

She stopped and turned around, tipping her head back as she looked up at him. She wasn't in the clique with the popular kids, she didn't mesh well with the bookworms that hung out in the library and the athletes thought they were better than everyone else. She was just more comfortable keeping to herself all four years of high school and she wasn't going to change now. And she had a feeling that he was probably one of the popular kids in school, if not the nerd that peaked in college. Who liked English and American Literature other than a nerd? She looked deeper into those eyes that were gazing down at her, only to quickly look away when she felt her heart pick up a faster beat. But with that hard ass, he had to be--

She heard an engine rev and she looked towards the road just as she saw a blue BMW roll up to the curb. "It's easier that way. Why should I have a whole bunch of friends that don't really care when I can have one best friend that will never let me down and I'll do the same for him. My ride is here. Goodnight, Mr. Bradford," she said, turning around and hurrying down the steps and climbing into the passenger seat after Dylan leaned over to push open the door for her.

"Goodnight, Madison," he said to himself as he watched her hurry down the steps to the waiting car.

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The next day, after the final bell, Madison hurried to her locker to get her physics book as Dylan pirouetted up beside her, resting his shoulder on the closed metal door on the other side of hers, reaching up and pulling the lollipop out of his mouth. She looked over at him as she stuffed her textbook and binder into her backpack, zipping it shut. He was always in a cheery mood, he never let anything rain on his gay parade, and even if she wasn't feeling her best, he always managed to cheer her up, but not today. "Hey," she said, hefting the strap of the bag up onto her shoulder and adjusting the weight against her back.

"Are you ready to go? I thought we could go get a smoothie before heading home. The coffee stand has this new fruity drink that I've been dying to try," he said, dragging the toe of his expensive sneaker across the floor, and seeing her only shove one book into her backpack, his cheerfulness faded. He curled his hands around the straps of his backpack he had on over both shoulders as they sagged under the weight of his friend's despair. "Oh, you really were serious about your grades."

"Yeah, I was," she said as she shut the door to her locker. She drew in a deep breath and slowly let it back out. She hated to disappoint her best friend but relying on him for a ride after school, even though they only lived less than a half mile from each other and he would pass by her house on their way to school every day, was now more of a nuance than friends just catching rides. She started walking across the common area, turning around and walking backwards as she looked at Dylan standing there with a pout on his face. "I have a lot of work to do. I'm going to ask my mom if I can drive my dad's truck. I can't keep having you come all the way back here for the next seven weeks just to pick me up, take me home and then drive me all the way to Riverton."

"Wait for me," Dylan said as he hurried the short distance to catch up with Madison, falling into step beside her, not letting her walk by herself. "I don't mind, we're besties and that's what we do, look out for each other. But if you want to drive yourself, that okay, too. But I like taking you to your ass-kicking classes. You're the only one with your own cheering section, that person being me," he said, finishing the final word with a little jump.

She looped her arm around her friend's, steering him in the direction of the classrooms, forcing him to walk with her across the common area, not that she ever had to force him to do anything, it was just less embarrassing to be walking with him than by herself. She hugged his arm tighter as they strolled through the empty building. "I still haven't told my mom how far behind I am in all my classes, or she would pull me out of karate so fast. At least she doesn't get home from work until after eight, so she never knows what time I get home. I have way too many assignments, but I have to get them done or I'm going to be here again next year. I just wish my dad was home already. And you can still take me to my ass-kicking classes," she said with a slight smile as they walked through the open doors that led outside, strolling down the sidewalk along the building.

"Yay," he said, clapping his hands together. He wrapped his hands around the straps of his backpack again, looking over at his friend as she led them down the breezeway. She had always gotten better grades than him, and no matter how much she tried to help him, he still struggled in a couple of subjects, mainly science. So, when she said she was falling behind in all of her subjects, his was shocked more than anything, but happy that she was doing the work to get caught back up so they could graduate together. And he would support her any way that he could, even if it was only driving her to and from school. "So, how's it going with Mr. Hottie's after school group? Is he that much of a hard-ass?" he questioned.

"Yes, he is," Jacob said from behind them, hearing both teenagers' gasp when he made them aware of his presence. He had been following them ever since he left the teacher's lounge to refill his thermal mug with coffee, not so much to eavesdrop, but because they were going the same direction. He had heard the last part of their conversation and even though he knew that he was referred to as Mr. Hottie, he was completely unaware that the students also thought of him as demanding and uncompromising. "And walk faster, you have five minutes to get to my room, Miss Ledbetter, before I shut the door," he warned her, as he walked around the two of them, heading in the direction of his classroom.

Dylan wasn't shy about checking out the male teacher that walked past them, his eyes and his head following him, taking in every inch of the hot teacher. "Ooo, be still my heart. He does have a hard ass," he said, fanning himself as his gaze dropped lower, gawking at the backside of the other man as he walked past them. "Why was I never put in his class. I'd be failing too because I would be staring at him all day wondering if the rest of his body was as magnificent as that ass. Why don't all of the male teachers look like him?"

"It does make the class more bearable," she whispered, her own gaze dropping to Mr. Hottie's backside in his trousers, drawing her bottom lip into her mouth as she watched him get further away. "I'll text you when I'm done," she said, giving Dylan a quick hug before he skipped away to where he had parked his car. She hefted the strap to her backpack back up onto her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest, walking the rest of the way to the classroom by herself.

One good thing about having a gay best friend, they could both be checking out the same guy at the same time and it wouldn't feel awkward, that was until you came face to face with the person you were staring at. She swallowed hard, looking up at Mr. Bradford as he stood next to the open door, one hand shoved into his pants pocket, the other one holding his thermal mug down by his leg with his fingertips over the top rim. She quietly stepped into the room and walked up the row of desks, dropping her backpack to the floor with a heavy thud as she sat down in the same desk she always occupied in the classroom.

Jacob walked up the row of desks and over to his own, setting his mug down in the middle as he walked around the back to grab the top file folder from the pile on the bookshelf, striding back over to where she was sitting. He dropped the folder down on the desk in front of her and placed his hand on the top of it, keeping her from opening it, staring down at the top of her head. "If you don't want to be in here, then leave. But don't waste my time when I have six other students that need help," he said, his voice low and gruff so only she could hear him. "Or you will find out just how much of a hard-ass I can be."

Madison didn't look up at him, she just kept her gaze focused on his hand and his wide-splayed fingers on top of the folder. "Sorry," she whispered, watching as he pushed away from her desk to walk back up to his own, sitting down in his chair, quickly looking over at the same six students that had been in the room yesterday, wondering if they had heard anything. She let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding and retrieved her books from her backpack and opened the folder.

She looked across the short expanse of the room at her teacher as he opened his own folder, clicking the red pen in his hand as his stern gaze met hers and she quickly looked down at her next assignment for her physics class, wondering just how much of her and Dylan's conversation he had heard. And judging by his response and his gruffness, more than she wanted him to hear. She pulled her hood up over her head and got to work.

Jacob braced his elbow on his desk and rested two fingers against his temple, his thumb against his jaw as he graded the assignments from his sophomore English class, ever so often looking up to see how many students were left in the room with him. By the time four-thirty rolled around, he had finished grading three quarters of his student's course work and he was down to just two remaining students, or rather one as the football player gathered up his books and left, leaving him alone with Madison. He finished his grading and shoved all the papers into a file folder, rolling his chair over and setting it in the organizer on the other side of his desk, keeping his eye on her as she sat there, pouring over her work.

He debated on staying after five and letting her work for a little while longer, she had way too many assignments to get finished, and she needed all the extra hours he could give her. But to the astonishment of his students, he had a life outside of the school. His fiancée didn't leave the television station until after the six o'clock news was off the air, and he liked to have dinner ready for her when she got home, even if she was working later than usual, so he called it quits for the night, letting Madison know it was time to leave. "It's after five, Miss Ledbetter," he informed her, looking across the room as she raised her head at the sound of his voice.

"Okay," Madison said, softly, stuffing her completed papers under the pile she still had left, closing the folder. She was almost halfway through her unfinished physics assignments, and she picked up the folder, walking up to his desk, holding it out as she sneaked a glance at him. He had unknotted his tie and it hung around his neck, the collar button undone on his dark blue dress shirt, giving her a slight glimpse of the hollow at the base of his throat as her heart picked up a faster beat. She swallowed. "About what Dylan said earlier--" she started to say, her voice trailing off when she looked up at him, her gaze meeting his.

Jacob stood up and braced his hands on his desk, lowering himself to her eye level. He never let students know anything about his personal life, he was their teacher, that was all they needed to know, but sometimes things just slipped out in conversation that needed to be said. He looked at her, into her baby blue eyes that were watching him, and he relaxed his tense jaw. "I am completely aware of what the students call me, Madison, I've been the youngest faculty member since I was hired. I did my four years in the Corps and got out a year after I was shot and if that makes me a hard-ass, then so be it, but don't expect me to go soft on anyone. You're a bright kid and I don't want to see you fail. Be here on time and do your work so you can graduate. That's all I ask and expect from you." He straightened and took the folder from her, setting it on the pile with all her other assignments that still needed to be completed. "Get your stuff and I'll walk you out," he said, picking up his own bag.

Madison turned around on her heel and walked back over to her desk, gathering up her books and shoving them into her backpack, digging out her phone to text Dylan for a ride, looking at Mr. Bradford over the top of her phone as she typed out her message, her gaze gliding over his backside as he stood at the whiteboard, quickly wiping it clean with an eraser, his hand fisted around the strap of his bag. So, he wasn't the nerd that peaked in college, he was the former Marine that didn't take crap from anyone, which totally explained his gruffness and severity in the classroom. And that made him that much hotter. She slipped her phone back into her bag after she got Dylan's response and zipped it shut, hefting the strap up onto her shoulder. "My ride will be here soon," she said, walking towards the door.

Jacob sat the eraser down on the shelf at the bottom of the whiteboard, grabbed his coffee thermos and dug his keys out of his pocket as he walked down the row of desks to the door, waiting for her to walk through before pulling it shut behind him and locking it. He unconsciously spun his keys around on his finger that was stuck through the ring, catching them in his hand and curling his fingers around them, falling into step beside her as she walked down the breezeway and through the school and out to the front. There were no other cars along the road, and he leaned his shoulder against the brick wall, crossing his arms over his chest, keeping an eye on her as she sat down on the top step that led down to the sidewalk, catching her gaze as she looked over her shoulder at him to see if he was there. Like he was really going to leave a teenage girl sitting outside a school, alone, even if she could defend herself.

Madison got to her feet when she heard Dylan's car as it came up the hill towards the school. She brushed off the seat of her jeans and turned around, looking at her teacher. He was casually leaning against the building, keeping a silent watch over her, and she didn't know why she felt thankful for that one simple act of protective kindness. "Goodnight, Mr. Bradford," she said before she turned around and hurried down the steps to her ride.

"Goodnight, Madison," Jacob said, pushing away from the wall as she hurried down the steps, watching as her braid bounced against her back. He turned around and walked to the back lot where he parked his car, going home for the night.

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Over the course of the next four weeks, Madison made sure that she always had the book that she needed for the study group with her during her last period class so she didn't have to go to her locker and be late to Mr. Bradford's classroom. She was almost done with her assignments for her advanced Spanish class, still needed to start her Civics and Economics assignments and everything for American Literature. As the weeks also went on, there were fewer students in the classroom, the pregnant girl left school to have her baby and the jock was done with all his work, and three of the underclassmen left too, leaving one sophomore but gaining two that were there to catch up on their own missing assignments before finals in the upcoming weeks.

Since she was the one with the most work, she was always the last one to leave, thankful that her mom let her drive her dad's truck that was just sitting in the garage when she finally broke down and told her that she was staying after school to get caught up on her missing assignments. She was more thankful that she avoided a harsh grounding because having to do so much work in so little time was punishment enough and if she was at the school doing her work under the supervision of a teacher, her mother knew it was getting done.

Also, during those weeks, she sat in her usual desk, taking the folder from Mr. Bradford when he brought it to her, pulling her hood up over her head, blocking out everyone as she concentrated on her assignments. Every so often she would look up from her papers to see him watching her, making sure she was working and not just staring at the folder in front of her, and she would just brace her elbow on her desk and hide her smile behind her hand as she went back to her work. She was guilty herself of briefly watching him while he sat at his desk, his gaze focused on his laptop screen as he typed, the clicking of the keys echoing through the room, or while he was leaning back in his chair with his crossed feet resting on the corner of his desk as he raked his fingers through his hair while he focused his attention on the screen of his phone, reading. They never exchanged pleasantries, never anything other than when it was time to leave for the day. And he always walked her out to wherever she had parked, making sure she got there safely.

It wasn't until Wednesday in the following week when there was a sudden change. In everything.

It was the first of May, and the temperature was starting to warm up to the mid-seventies, making it stuffy in the classrooms, especially in the after-school hours and Madison pulled off her hoodie, tossing it onto the empty desk behind her, tugging down the hem of her loose-fitting V-neck T-shirt, going back to her papers in front of her. She heard the familiar audible beep from an incoming text message in the quiet stillness of the room, but it wasn't coming from her phone, hers was tucked away in her backpack and the other two classmates in the room also had their phones put away.

She looked up from her economics paper to her teacher who sat in his chair, his feet propped up on the corner of his desk, as he picked up his phone, looking at the screen, only to see him grate his teeth together and drop it down a little too hard onto the desk, shoving both hands through his hair as, even though it was barely above a whisper, he let out a harsh expletive. She thought about asking if everything was okay but when his stern gaze met hers, she quickly looked back down at her paper; it was best not to provoke him.

Jacob picked up his phone after it beeped, looking at the message that came in from his fiancée, informing him that she was going to be late again tonight, she had a break in the story that she had been reporting on and needed to be on location, which pretty much meant she'd be gone for several hours, if not more. The sacrifices he made being engaged to a journalist. And this wasn't the first time it had happened. It was bad enough that she was always tired after she got home from work and never wanted to fool around, just went straight to bed after she walked through the door, no kiss, no nothing, even refusing the dinner he had cooked, saying she had already eaten, and ever since she had gotten that damn promotion at work six months ago, her nights were getting longer and she was growing more distant from him.

He dropped his phone down on his desk and jammed his fingers into his hair, staring across the room as he swore under his breath. Only it wasn't under his breath and his gaze shot to the student that was the closest to hear anything, and she quickly looked down at her papers when his eyes locked with hers. He rolled his shirt sleeves to his elbows and reached up to tug on his tie, loosening the knot and popping open the button against his throat, resting his head on the back of his chair as he stared up at the ceiling, slowly closing his eyes. What was the point in rushing home anymore, him and his fiancée were more like strangers that just happened to live together and share the same bed. Maybe after he was done with teaching for the school year, they could take a trip together over the summer and rekindle everything, talk about their upcoming wedding. He let out a long breath. He could only hope.

Madison looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost six in the evening and the door had creaked shut after the last student had left an hour ago. Mr. Bradford never said anything to her about the time, she was too focused on trying to get all her work done in the next few weeks so she could graduate, and the last thing she wanted to do was keep him from going home to his fiancée. She stuffed her papers into the folder and got up from her desk, walking up to his, standing there quietly as she looked at him. His eyes were closed, his tie and shirt collar were loosened, giving her a view of the hollow at the base of his throat and the cords in his neck as he tipped his head back.

Her gaze wandered lower, over his broad chest and down his muscular arms covered by the sleeves of his shirt that were rolled up to his elbows, and down to his hands, long, thick fingers laced together as they rested on his flat abdomen above his narrow waist. She wondered why he even bothered wearing a tie, he was the only male teacher that ever did. And she couldn't help but notice how tense his jaw was even as he sat back in his chair, trying to relax. "Sorry, I didn't know it was so late," she said, her voice soft as she held the folder out to him.

Jacob barely heard her soft footsteps, he sensed her more than anything, and he opened his eyes, turning his head and looking at Madison as she stood on the other side of his desk. He immediately noticed that she had taken off her sweatshirt and was wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt, the soft material clinging to her breasts and falling to her hips, billowing out around the rest of her body, hiding her figure behind the shirt and the loose legs of her ripped jeans. She had her hair fashioned into Dutch braids that hung over her shoulders, the end of the plaits resting against her breasts, and he could see the edge of her bra peeking out from the neckline of her shirt. What was he doing? He was engaged and worse, she was his student.

He dropped his feet to the floor and sat up straight in his chair, pulling his glasses off and rubbing his eyes, slipping them back on and looking down at the folder in her hand and then up at her. He had never really noticed how pretty and delicate her features were even though she was trained in a full-contact martial art, or how her breasts-- He quickly pulled his head back out of the gutter before his thoughts wondered way too far. "You can keep working if you want. I'm not going home right now; my fiancée is going to be late. Again," he said, his voice taking on a somber tone as he sat back in his chair again and picked up his phone, his gaze once again roaming over her.

She reached across the desk and sat the folder down in front of him, her gaze meeting his, wondering if he was aware that she had been checking him out, because he sure as hell wasn't subtle about his gaze lingering on her chest, even though it was the first time he had seen her without her sweatshirt on, but still... Whatever was in the text he had received earlier had drastically changed his mood, he wasn't as gruff, still the hard-ass but just a little, teeny-bit softer, if that was at all possible. "I can stay longer but I really have to get to Riverton if I want to get in a couple hours at the dojo," she told him, turning around and walking back to her desk.

Jacob raked his fingers back and forth through his hair, disheveling the longer chestnut locks, and dropped his phone down on the desk and picked up the folder, returning it to the shelf with the last remaining folder that had all her untouched work for his class. He got to his feet and grabbed his bag, shoving his phone in the pocket of his trousers. "No, its fine. You need to keep up on your training, too. I'll walk you out."

Madison tied the sleeves of her hoodie around her waist and dug her keys out before she shoved her books back into her backpack, hefting the strap over her shoulder as she walked out of the classroom, waiting for him to catch up with her as he walked her through the school and down the sidewalk to where she had parked her dad's truck, unlocking it with the key fob in her hand. She looked up at Mr. Bradford as he opened the driver's side door for her, her gaze meeting his. He usually just stood at the top of the steps, making sure she made it safely to her vehicle, but this time he walked her to the truck.

She tossed her backpack onto the passenger seat and climbed up behind the wheel of the Toyota Tacoma, resting her hands on the steering wheel as she looked over at him, wondering just what compelled him to walk her to rest of the way. She shrugged it off as she fastened her seatbelt, reaching over and pushing the button for the ignition, quickly turning down the radio as the music blared from the speakers. "Sorry about that," she said with a tiny smile. "Good night and thank you for staying late and letting me work."

He curled his fingers around the top of the door frame, looking at her petite figure behind the wheel of the truck, his thoughts wandering again. He quickly dragged his gaze away and looked over the cab of the truck, at the trees in the distance and then back in at her. "Like I said, I don't want to see you fail. I turned in your work and your grades are back up to an A. Just get your economics finished then you can focus on my class. Have a good night, Madison," he said, shutting the door and walking down the length of the truck, stepping up on the sidewalk and walking back to where he had parked his own vehicle.

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The next day when Madison walked into the empty classroom after school, her folder was already on her desk waiting for her and she dropped her backpack onto the floor, unzipped her hoodie and pulled it off, tossing it onto the desk behind her, sitting down in her chair. She watched as two more students came in after her and sat down on the other side of the room and, hearing the door click shut, she watched as Mr. Bradford walked up the row of desks beside her to drop down in his chair behind his own desk, setting his thermal mug of coffee down with a soft clink.

Her gaze met his stern one and she quickly looked down at her folder and opened it up. She was just about done with her economics assignments and as much as she'd rather sneak a few peaks here and there at her teacher, she needed to work instead. She dug her book out of her bag and a pen, bracing her elbow on the desk and rested her chin in her hand, letting out a long breath as she picked up where she had left off the previous day.

Jacob rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows as he sat down behind his desk, looking over at the other two students that were sitting on the far side of his classroom. They were focused on their work as they flipped through the open textbooks in front of them and wrote on their papers. His gaze shifted to Madison. She was reading a page in her textbook, biting on the end of her pen that she had stuck between her teeth, her fingers wrapped around it as she concentrated on her studies. She had ditched the sweatshirt again and she had on a loose-fitting T-shirt, the material clinging only where it needed to, the curve of her breasts, and he quickly adverted his gaze and reached over to grab a folder full of the papers that needed grading.

He was part way through the stack of papers when his phone beeped on his desk from and incoming message and he picked it up, looking at the picture and the message that was attached to it, his teeth instantly gnashing together as his jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed. He drew in a rough breath and let it back out, his chest shaking from the effort, and quickly typed out a message in reply before hurling his phone across the room to bounce off the wall and slide across the linoleum floor, coming to a spinning stop on the other side of the room. He slammed his hand down on the top of his desk and squeezed his eyes shut, his voice was harsh, his words short, precise. "Get. Out. Now."

When he heard the heavy metal door to his classroom slam shut after the students made a beeline out the door, he reached up and yanked on his tie, ripping it out of the knot and almost popping the buttons off his shirt as he freed the top two from their holes with angry precision. "Fuck," he swore, jamming his hands through his hair as he sat back in his chair with more force than necessary, rolling sightly backwards to rest against the longer side of his desk. The past three months, if not longer, had been filled with nothing but lies. All the nights she's been working late, all the nights she was tired when she came home, all the nights she refused dinner... All of it, along with the promotion she used to cover everything up, was a lie.

Madison didn't leave with the other two students. Her eyes widened at his harsh expletive, flinching when he hurled his phone across the room, watching as it spun across the floor under the force of his anger, coming to a rest by her feet. She bent over in her chair and picked up his phone. The protective cover had kept it from breaking but the picture message he had received hadn't timed out and was still open on the screen. She knew she shouldn't be invading his privacy, but it was right there in full color on his phone under the sender simply named "Kitten", a selfie picture of a curvaceous and beautiful, buxom brunette dressed in skimpy, racy lingerie, kneeling on the bed, her hand down the front of her panties, a tabby cat laying on the bed in front of her knees.

She didn't know why he would be so upset to receive a suggestive picture during the middle of the day unless-- Her gaze dropped to the message that was attached to the picture, wanting him to hurry home that she was waiting for him, but she was completely taken aback by his furious reply, telling her to get her shit and get the fuck out of his house. She looked up from the phone, up at Mr. Bradford sitting in his chair, oblivious to the fact that she was still in the room. His jaw was firmly set as he leaned back in his chair and his eyes were squeezed shut, one arm raised and bent, his fingers fisted in his hair, his other fist beating out a steady, angry rhythm on the top of his desk that echoed through the room.

She looked back down at the message again just before the screen went black, noticing the name that was used, and then back up at him. Fuck was an understatement. She got to her feet as quietly as she could, swearing under her breath as her leg hit the desk, causing the metal feet to drag across the linoleum, the high-pitched scraping sound bouncing off the walls and making her presence known.

Jacob's eyes shot open, and his hard gaze instantly fell on Madison and his phone in her hand. He bolted to his feet, sending his chair rolling across the front of the room, and still enraged, he marched over to her, yanking the phone out of her hand and shoving it into his trouser pocket. "How much did you see?" His hands curled into fists and when she started to move away, his hand shot out, curling his fingers around her toned arm, feeling her muscles tighten as her head snapped up, her eyes widening as she looked up at him. "I said, how much did you see," he demanded, glaring down at her as he quickly released her arm.

Madison looked from his hand as he released his hold on her to his face, tipping her head back to stare up at him. She could see the anger that was etched across his face, his eyes burning a rage that no student should ever have to see, and his jaw was firmly set, his nostrils flaring with every deep breath that he drew in. She swallowed. There was no way she could deny what she saw, it was all right there, the worst way to find out that your wife-to-be was cheating on you by getting a message that was meant for someone else who had a name that could easily be mistaken for your own when listed in a speed dial. She crossed her arm over her chest, curling her fingers around the spot he had gripped harder than necessary, even for just a brief second. Her voice was soft, her words no so well thought out. "Isn't your first name Jacob and not--"

"It is," he snapped, cutting her off. She had seen everything. "That's not my bed and I'm allergic to cats. That lying, cheating bi--" Rage was still boiling inside him, and he knew that he shouldn't be having this conversation with her, but she had seen more than she was supposed to whether he liked it or not. He drew in a deep breath and slowly let it back out, his nostrils flaring, trying to calm his overwrought nerves as she just stood there, staring at him. He walked over to the door and turned on his heel, glaring across the room at her. His tone was still sharp. "Get your stuff and go home. You can stay later Monday."

"Fine," Madison said, softly, and turned away from him. She picked up her backpack and sat it on the chair, digging out her keys before she gathered up her stuff, shoving her books back into her bag, leaving the folder and papers on the desk. She crammed her sweatshirt in on top, trying to tug the zipper closed around the bulkiness and finally gave up and just picked her bag up by the strap, walking over to the door. She reached for the doorknob, but he slapped his open palm against the door, preventing her from leaving when he just told her to go home. He should really make up his mind. She let out a breath and slowly looked up at him. "Mr. Bradford?"

Jacob fisted his hand against the door, his other hand clenching against his side and he stared across the room. He drew in a deep breath and slowly let it back out, a little calmer now, but not by much. He was still livid. He slowly lowered his gaze down to her, looking at the top of her head and then into her eyes as she tipped her head back. Everyone else had left the room but she had stayed behind. Why, he didn't know. He banged his fist against the door. "Don't tell anyone about what you saw on my phone. My business is my own and you shouldn't have even seen it."

He looked back across the room, keeping his fist against the door, preventing her from leaving. "It just pisses me off that she's been doing this for the past three months. Lying to me, sleeping with her boss, in the lingerie I bought her. I haven't even--" He closed his eyes, pushing his glasses up with his thumb and forefinger as he rubbed his eyes, opening them back up and looking down at her as he repositioned his glasses, realizing that she was still standing there as he rambled, that his fist was still against the door, keeping it shut.

Madison had no choice but to just stand there and listen as he talked. She could try to overpower him so she could leave but she would just end up getting expelled from school and she'd never graduate. And he was right, she never should have seen what was on his phone. "I won't say anything," she said, softly as she looked up at him. His jaw was still tense and she could see the muscles straining in his arm as they bore his weight against the door. She knew they shouldn't be having this kind of conversation; students shouldn't know anything about their teachers' personal lives, especially what went on inside their bedrooms, or in his case, someone else's bedroom. Yet she found herself asking. "You haven't even what?"

"I haven't even fucked my own fiancée in over three months," he grated out as rage and hatred towards his cheating, soon-to-be ex-girlfriend fueled his emotions, preventing him from thinking clearly. He looked down at her, their eyes locking when he realized what he had just blurted out. And that was the last thing he ever wanted to admit to anyone, especially one of his students. He lowered his gaze to her breasts, watching as they heavily rose and fell under the soft material of her T-shirt as her shallow breaths started to become deeper from his callous yet truthful statement, feeling every exhale fan his skin.

He slowly drew his gaze back up, lingering on her soft parted lips, before looking in her eyes again, watching as her pupils started to dilate. She was eighteen but she was his student. He was her teacher, but he was also a man, a man that was letting rage control every part of him. "Maybe it would make me feel better if just fucked you instead," he growled right before his mouth crashed down on hers, his tongue forcing her mouth open as he dug his fingers into the back of her head, kissing her hard as she lost her grip on her backpack, and it thudded heavily to the floor.

Madison didn't have time to react, didn't have time to fight him off as his mouth came down hard on hers, his tongue roughly forcing her mouth open as one large hand gripped the back of her head and the other one cupped the side of her face, his thumb exerting pressure on the top of her chin, opening her mouth more to the deep, rough invasion of his hot tongue. She dropped her backpack and reached up, curling her fingers into the front of his shirt and instead of shoving him away, she pulled him closer, swallowing his growl as he forcefully pushed her back against the door, sliding her tongue shyly, hotly along his. She moaned against his mouth as his hand left her head to firmly grab her ass, his fingers digging in to raise her up on the tips of her toes and against his hard body. She knew it was wrong, but she didn't care and she arched against him, plumping her breasts against the hardness of his chest, kissing Mr. Hottie back with everything she had inside her.

Jacob pushed her back against the door, his mouth locked hard on hers, digging his fingers into the fullest part of her taut ass, lifting her up on her toes and against his hard body that was throbbing with anger, with unfulfilled sexual need, growling into her mouth as she kissed him back, pulled him in even tighter with her hands fisting into the front of his shirt. But when she moaned, sliding her tongue along his as it invaded her mouth even deeper, realization struck him full force and he quickly released her, tearing his mouth away from hers and taking two steps back, dragging in a ragged breath. He reached up and dragged the heel of his hand across his mouth, looking at her with self-hatred as she slumped against the door, breathing hard, her lips swollen from his rough kiss. "What the hell am I doing? You're my student. Go home before I do something that will get both of us in trouble."

Madison leaned against the door for support, struggling to catch her breath as her heart pounded in her chest. She looked up at him as he moved several feet away from her, seeing the self-disdain etched across his face. He had kissed her in a fit of rage fueled by spite and she had let him, worse she enjoyed it. And it could never happen again. When she regained her composure, she grabbed her backpack from the floor and reached for the doorknob, pulling the door open and hurrying out of the classroom and up the sidewalk to the common area, her lips still tingling from his hard, forceful kiss. She didn't look back, she didn't dare, and she flinched when she heard the heavy metal door slam shut. She slowed her pace as she walked through the building, not wanting to draw any attention to herself, even though the custodial staff was focused on their jobs and not the students that remained after hours.

She pushed open the double doors and hurried down the steps and up the sidewalk to where she had parked the Tacoma, unlocking it with a push of a button and climbing up behind the wheel, pulling the door shut. She rested her head on the steering wheel and wrapped her hands around the leather, squeezing her eyes shut as she struggled to regain her composure. What the hell had just happened? Her wild and crazy fantasies had become a reality for just a few minutes behind a closed door, even if he had kissed her out of anger. She should have fought him off, but she didn't, instead she kissed him back and he tasted so good. It was still wrong, so very, very wrong. Then why did she want to do it again?

She drew in a shaky breath, trying to calm her frazzled nerves before she headed home, trying to come to terms with the situation she now had to deal with. It was Thursday and she had an alternating half day of school tomorrow, so thank God, she didn't have to see him in the morning. She started up the truck and pulled away from the sidewalk, driving down the road towards her house, trying to focus on anything other than what had just happened. Because next week would be here before she knew it and she was dreading Monday.

Jacob briefly caught a glimpse of her as she hurried up the sidewalk before he slammed the door shut, bracing his hand against the door as he squeezed his eyes closed and hung his head down, berating himself. Of all the stupid, irrational things he could have done, he had to go and do the one thing that would get his ass fired and stripped of his teaching license and that was breaking one of the cardinal rules as a teacher: protect your students and keep them safe, and more importantly no inappropriate touching allowed.

But still he had done it, and blind rage was not an excuse that would easily get overlooked. He pushed away from the door and walked up the length of the desks, stopping long enough to gather up her papers, shoving them back into the folder and tossing them on top of the other folder on the bookcase. He pushed his chair in under his desk with more force than necessary, still angry with his soon-to-be ex, more so with himself.

He grabbed his bag and headed for the door, locking it behind him, shoving his keys into his pocket as he walked to the back parking lot where he had parked his car. His black Audi RS 5 coupe automatically unlocked when he got closer to it and he opened the door, sliding down behind the wheel and pulling the door shut before dropping his head back against the leather headrest as he let out a deep, shaky breath. Not once in his five years of teaching had he ever looked at or even thought about a female student inappropriately. If he hadn't gotten that message, hadn't of been so pissed off, he never would have taken out his anger on Madison.

But if kissing her was so wrong, then why did it feel so right and have to taste so good? Worse, she had kissed him back as she pulled him closer, not once trying to fight him off. If he hadn't come to his senses at the right time, who knows how far it would have escalated, making the situation much more damaging. The kiss was bad enough. How the hell was he going to face her on Monday morning? He let out a long breath as he reached over and pushed the ignition button, starting the car, and driving to anywhere but home, Madison weighing heavily on his mind.

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Madison slid into her chair and took out her books, opening her copy of The Grapes of Wrath as she pretended to read as all her classmates filed into Mr. Bradford's classroom first thing Monday morning, her gaze following her teacher as he walked up the row of desks to the front of the room. All through the fifty-minute class she couldn't help but notice how he kept his gaze focused on the rows over from her as he discussed the trials and tribulations of the book they were engrossed in, calling on students from the other side, his eyes never once falling on her. Thank goodness, because she was trying to ignore him the best she could and it was impossible because all she could think about was that kiss.

When she focused on her writing assignment for the last half of the class, she could feel his eyes on her while he sat at his desk. She quickly stole a glance his way, feeling her heart slam hard in her chest when their gazes met, his stern as always, and she looked back down at her paper. When the bell rang, dismissing all the students, she left her paper on her desk and quickly gathered up her books, shoving them into her backpack as she left the classroom before he had a chance to make her stay afterwards.

Jacob tried his best not to look at Madison throughout the course of the class for fear that his words would catch in his throat as he stood at the front of the room lecturing. Only when he sat down behind his desk as he had the students work on their assignment, did he look at her, feeling his heart start to race. He sat back in his chair, bracing his elbow on the arm, clicking the pen in his hand as his gaze fell on her, watching her as she wrote on her paper. There were no assigned seats in his class, and he figured after he had kissed her, she would have taken one in the very back corner away from his gaze but no, she was sitting in her usual desk behind two other students in the row by the window, the row closest to the door so she could make an escape.

He continued to watch her and when she braced her elbow on her desk and bit down on her thumbnail as she concentrated on her writing, briefly looking up at him, he lost his grip on his pen and it bounced off his thigh, clattering to the floor. He left it laying there, watching her until the bell rang, as she gathered up her stuff and left the classroom. Thank God, he wouldn't have to see her for seven more hours because his nerves couldn't take much more.

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After the last bell rang for the day, Madison stepped into Mr. Bradford's classroom, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw that two other students were already on the far side of the room working and her folder was on her usual desk. She dropped her backpack down on the floor and sat down on the chair, unzipping her sweatshirt and shrugging it off. She had just a few assignments left for her Economics class and she opened the folder, getting to work, glancing up as her teacher strolled into the room.

She didn't dare give him the once over this morning with a room full of her classmates, surely one of them would have noticed her eyeing him, but now that the other two in the room could care less, she let her gaze wander. He was impeccably dressed once again in black trousers and a burgundy shirt with a black leather belt and black shoes, her gaze lingering a little too long on his hard ass as he walked by her desk. She bit down on her thumbnail to keep from smiling and quickly dropped her gaze back down to her papers, her heart pounding hard from nerves as he stepped behind his desk, feeling his gaze on her as he sat down in his chair.

Jacob stopped in the doorway of his classroom, looking from the two students on the far side of the room to Madison, who was already sitting in her chair and working on the last of her assignments for her class. After he had kissed her last week in an uncontrollable fit of rage, he was surprised to see that she had even shown up to the study group. Obviously, she was determined to get her work finished so she could graduate, and she wasn't going to let his actions stop her from achieving her goal.

He had seen the way that she had been looking at him this morning, the kiss bothered her as much as it bothered him, if not more but in two totally different ways, she was undoubtedly thrilled to be kissed by the hot teacher, he was full of self-loathing for acting so irrationally. Plus, he had more to lose than her and since he still had a job this morning, she hadn't told anyone about anything. And there was no denying that it had happened, and it was never going to happen again.

He left the door open to let in the warm spring air as he walked up the aisle between the row of desks, his gaze lingering on her until he walked past her and up to his desk, setting his thermal mug down on the far side, his gaze locking with hers when she looked up at him, dropping down into his chair. He tore his gaze away from her as he grabbed a pen and picked up the newspaper he had found in the teacher's lounge, folded it to the crossword puzzle and sat back in his chair, propping his feet up on the corner of his desk as he tried his best to ignore her. But it was too damn hard. All he could think about was that kiss, the way she pulled him in, her moan, the slide of her tongue along his... He owed her an apology; he just couldn't do that while there were two other students in the room.

Madison finished the last of her required assignments and stuffed the paper back in the folder, getting up from her seat and walking up to Mr. Bradford's desk. She looked at him as he sat there working his puzzle, obviously trying to ignore her, like the kiss meant nothing to him, which it really shouldn't, it was a mistake, but still he had kissed her. She had a feeling that she wasn't going to get an apology out of him, and she really didn't want one, what she wanted was to kiss him again. And that was never going to happen. His eyes were focused on the newspaper in his hand, and she dropped the folder down on his desk. "I'm finished with my Civics and Econ, Mr. Bradford," she said, resting the tips of her fingers on the edge of his desk, her gaze lingering on the expanse of his neck that was exposed by the two unfastened buttons on his shirt, wondering what his skin felt like.

Jacob looked up from his crossword, his gazing holding hers as he casually picked up the folder and dropped his feet to the floor. He rolled his chair backwards to the bookshelf, exchanging one folder for another and scooting back to his desk. He held it out to her, looking at her as his gaze wandered. She had on a pair of gray cotton canvas cargo pants that were loose-fitting as always and sat low on her waist, but her pink T-shirt was just the opposite and he had to wonder if she had worn it on purpose to taunt him, to torment him, because it was working. The soft cotton clung to her torso, showing off a good four, possibly five inches of toned abdomen, a blue crystal butterfly dangling from her pierced navel, above the low-sitting waistband of her pants and he could see the swell of her breasts along the V-neck, more than just a hint of cleavage showing.

How could he apologize for kissing her when he just wanted to do it again? He drew his gaze back up. She had her hair pulled back in a low ponytail and shorter strands of hair framed her face that wasn't weighed down by cosmetics of any kind. How could he say he was sorry when he wanted to lick the side of her neck and bite the curve of her shoulder? When he wanted to sweep everything off of his desk, plop her right down in the middle of it and spread those thighs... "Grab a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird off the shelf and get started," he said, his tone harsher than usual as he propped his feet back up on his desk, turning his gaze away from her.

She took the folder from him and turned around on her heel, walking to the back of the classroom to get a copy of the book off the shelf along the wall, feeling his eyes on her the whole way. She looked down at her T-shirt, realizing just what shirt she had grabbed this morning, why he had been eyeing her. It was cropped, too short for the dress code, but she had forgotten to throw her clothes in the dryer last night and it was the first shirt she had grabbed this morning from her dresser and since she always wore a baggy sweatshirt, she never thought it would be a problem until the harshness of his tone brought it to her attention.

She tried tugging the shirt down, but it only exposed her bra and more of her breasts, so she just let it be and returned to her seat, sitting down and opening the folder, thumbing the inch thick stack of missing assignments for his class. She was never going to get all her work done for American Literature in six days, there was too much reading involved. If she did half, she would get a C like he said, but it would tarnish her perfect straight As. There were no other options, she had done it to herself. She let out a long breath and got started.

Jacob watched as she walked away from him, his gaze following the length of her ponytail down her back to the narrow span of her waist and the amount of bare skin she was showing, violating the dress code, and exposing the hollow at the base of her spine. Those codes were there for a reason... His gaze lingered there on her lower back as he fisted his fingers around the pen in his hand, his thumb pressing down hard against the top of it, his hands burning from wanting to touch her, to feel just how soft her skin was. He dropped his gaze lower to the curve of her hips, remembering all too well just how soft yet firm her ass cheek was in his hand last week, and his grip tightened on the pen until he heard the outer plastic crack in half from the pressure of his thumb.

Just get her out of your mind, Jacob, nothing can and will ever happen, he told himself, quickly adverting his eyes as she turned around and walked back to her seat. He went back to his crossword, staring at the next clue: avenue in NYC synonymous with the advertising industry. Fuck. Even the puzzle wouldn't let him focus. He threw the newspaper and pen down on the desk and ripped his glasses off, tossing them down on top of the paper and squeezed his eyes shut as he vigorously rubbing his hands over his face. How long until graduation?

Madison looked up from her paper when she heard his pen clatter to the desk, watching as he sat back in his chair, rubbing his hands over his face, clearly frustrated. And she knew it had everything to do with kissing her. She wasn't doing much better. She wanted to kiss him again, wanted to feel his fingers digging into her butt, feel his tongue as he buried it in her mouth, his hard chest against hers. She bit down on the end of her pen, her gaze sliding over him, wondering just where his scar was from being shot. She knew she shouldn't be thinking about her teacher like that, but she just couldn't get him out of her mind. She let out a heavy breath and turned her attention back to her English assignment. Too much work and too little time and graduating was more important than fantasizing about her teacher. She picked up her book and opened it up, starting on the first chapter, still feeling his mouth pressed hard against hers...

Jacob looked up as the two other students left at precisely five o'clock, leaving him alone with Madison. He finished reading the sports section and folded the newspaper back up, dropping it down on his desk. He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at her. Her gaze was focused on her papers as she poured over her essay questions, her elbow braced on the desk, chin resting in her palm, her lips closed around the tip of her pen as she thought about her answers, as he thought about something else she could be wrapping her lips around. It isn't happening Jacob, so stop it right now and apologize to her, it's the only way you're going to get her out of your goddamn mind, he said to himself.

But ever since he had kissed her last week, it was the only thing he could think about. He got up from his desk to stretch his legs, looking at his watch as he walked to the door. It was after six. He no longer had a fiancée to go home to anymore since he had kicked her out last week and changed the locks, and he had also promised Madison that she could stay longer to catch up on lost time, he just didn't know that she was going to have this much of a damn effect on him. But first, they needed to talk, or at least he did.

Madison heard the heavy metal door click shut behind her and she looked up as Mr. Bradford walked past her desk for the second time, swallowing hard, realizing they were alone. She didn't know why she was so nervous, he couldn't, wouldn't kiss her again if he wanted to keep teaching, not that she had even breathed a word to anyone, she'd been too stunned to say anything. And now that he had a clear head, he knew what he had done was wrong, which made sitting alone in a room with him worse than getting sent to the principal's office, she had to face the guilty party. She watched as he leaned his hips against his desk, crossing his feet at the ankles and reached up to take his glasses off and set them on the desk behind him, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and middle finger. His stern gaze was no longer that, it was something much different as he focused on her and she felt her heart slam in her chest. "Mr. Bradford?" she asked.

Jacob drew in a deep breath and let it back out, curling his fingers around the edge of his desk, looking at her from where he was, the distance between them not enough. He needed her further away. He wanted to drag her closer. "I owe you an apology, Madison. I never should have kissed you last week even if it was out of anger. It was inappropriate and I was way out of line. I was just so... pissed off to find out she had-- You were there at the time, it was in the heat of the moment and I wasn't thinking clearly," he said, his gaze focused on her as she sat there at her desk, her eyes glued to his face. "I'm sorry, it will not happen again." He pushed away from his desk and walked around the side, sitting down in his chair and picking up his newspaper as he slipped his glasses back on, unfolding it and turning to the comics, thinking to himself. There I did it, I apologized, but I don't feel any better about it. "I said, I'd give you extra time today, so keep working."

She watched as he sat back down in his chair and went back to reading his newspaper, ignoring her again. She picked up her book, flipping through the pages and sat it back down. He apologized for his actions, but she was just as much to blame. She never left when the other students did, she picked up his phone and invaded his privacy. "I should have pushed you away and I didn't, so we're both guilty. And you're right, it's not going to happen again," she said, looking at him as he lowered the edge of his newspaper to see her face. "Ever." She picked her book back up. Only I'm not sorry, she said to herself. She drew in a deep breath and let it back out, going back to her reading and her essay questions, trying to get through as many as she could before he called it quits for the evening.

An hour later, Jacob got to his feet and pushed in his chair, staring at Madison sitting only a few feet away writing on a sheet of paper as she concentrated on her answers. He swore to himself as he let his gaze wander again over her delicate facial features and lower to the slope of her exposed clavicle and the soft hollow at the base of her neck, and lower to the swell of her breasts... Fuck. He was doing it again. Three months without sex and it was the only thing he could think about since he had kissed her. He had to get her out of his classroom so he wouldn't have to be alone with her, because it was wreaking havoc on his mind and his body. "It's seven, Madison, grab your stuff, it's time to go."

Madison didn't realize it was so late. "Okay," she said as she closed her book and stuffed all her papers back into the folder, leaving it on the desk and she got up from her chair, grabbing her backpack. She stuffed her sweatshirt into her bag and zipped it shut, hefting the strap over her shoulder as she walked to the door, as he walked the same direction, the row of desks separating them. He hadn't walked her out to the front of the building since last week and she had a feeling that he wasn't going to be doing that today, either. She reached for the doorknob and when she had it open a fraction of an inch, he slapped his hand on the metal door and pushed it shut again. She slowly turned around and looked up at him, into his eyes that were staring intently down at her, his face tense, much like it had been when she had seen what was on his phone. Her heart slammed hard in her chest. "Mr. Bradford?"

"I should just give you a damn passing grade to get you the hell out of my classroom," Jacob grated out, his tone rougher than usual. He flattened his hand to the door, bracing his weight against it, staring down at her as she looked up at him, her eyes holding his. "I take back my apology. I'm not sorry. Because ever since I got a taste of you, you're all I can think about." He watched as her pupils started to dilate, watched as the muscles in her throat worked as she swallowed hard. "And that's just wrong. But I sit there at my desk for hours, wondering just how perfect your body is under all those damn baggy clothes you wear. And then you come in here wearing a shirt that violates the damn dress code, showing off an indecent amount of skin, taunting me, making me think about what I want to do to you. And it's not just here. I think about you when I'm at home, too." His hand tightened into a fist and he jammed it into the pocket of his trousers to keep from touching her, his other hand fisting against the door. He drew in a deep breath, slowly letting it back out, his breath fanning the short tendrils of hair around her face. "Do you know what I want to do to you, Maddie?"

Madison stared up at him in awe, slowly shaking her head as his words slowly sank in, inciting her. He was standing close to her, so close that she could smell his expensive cologne that lingered on his skin, see the tiny mole that was right in the middle of the hollow at the base of his throat, feel the heat of his body, his hot breath fanning her skin. And it wasn't like she didn't think about him, either, thought about kissing him again. She felt her heart slam against her ribs, staring up at him, into his eyes as they started to darken, as he shortened her name to the nickname that she hated but loved to hear roll off his tongue like pure sexual desire, drawing out the last syllable. "No, not really," she said, softly, her voice trembling. But she had a feeling that he was going to tell her anyway. She swallowed.

He drew in a deep breath and slowly let it back out, wondering why he was even saying this to her. In hopes that it would make him feel better to just get it out there in the open? Or because he was once again thinking with a different part of his body that was starting to respond to her proximity? Because rage wasn't fueling him right now. He looked down at her, his gaze lingering on her breasts before moving to her face. "I want to strip all your clothes off of you so I can lick and bite every inch of your perfect body. I want to bury my face between your legs, lick and suck on your swollen clit until you cum so many times that we both lose count and I can't feel my tongue anymore. Then I want to shove my--"

Madison sucked in her breath, feeling her lungs burn. She couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth, what he was saying to her, couldn't believe that she wanted him to do those very things to her. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared up at him, listening as his visceral words easily rolled off his tongue, exciting her rather than scaring her. "Mr. Bradford--"

He watched as her eyes widened and he reigned in his words. "I want to do things to you that would make a porn star blush." His cock was hard, painfully throbbing in the confines of his boxer trunks and trousers from his depraved and indecent thoughts alone. He drew in a deep breath, slowly letting it back out as he stared down at her. "But I'm your teacher and I can't, and I will not touch you." He took a step back and dropped his hand to the doorknob, opening the door. "Take that as a warning. Rethink your clothing options and rethink how bad you want to stay in this room to get your last grade up now that you are aware of my situation. So, leave now, Madison, because I'm in no condition to stand here and keep talking to you."

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Madison's eyes went from his erection straining behind the fly of his trousers to his tense face as she looked up at him. She didn't say a word, she couldn't. She was in complete and utter shock and her body was tingling from the thoughts that his words provoked. Even what he said to her was inappropriate and totally out of line, even if he didn't act upon it. But at least he was truthful. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she calmly slipped the strap of her backpack up higher on her shoulder and turned around, stepping outside the classroom, feeling the door hit her backpack when he closed it behind her. She squeezed her eyes shut as she stood outside the door, feeling her heart pounding hard in her chest. She needed to pass his class, needed the A to graduate with a perfect GPA and she couldn't get all the required work done by the end of next Wednesday. If she had to, she would come to his class bundled up from head to toe in her bulkiest of winter clothes despite the warm weather to finish her assignments.

But there was another option. He was more than tempted by her, he had said so himself. She couldn't believe she was even thinking about the possibility of using that to her advantage. He would lose his job if he so much as touched a hair on her head. No one knew about the kiss; she hadn't told a soul. She opened her eyes and drew in a deep breath, feeling her chest ache from the effort and slowly let it back out. Was she doing this? Was she going to use his unjustified attraction for her own personal gain? Had she really sunk that low? No, she couldn't do it. She turned around and wrapped her hand around the doorknob, thought twice about opening it because if she did, there was no turning back. She swallowed hard, feeling her stomach twist up into a knot. She turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open wide enough to slide her slender frame between the door and the jamb, praying the hinges didn't squeak, and carefully pushed the door closed behind her.

She stared across the room at his backside as he stood at the whiteboard, wiping it off with an eraser with more force than necessary, watching the motion of his arm and back muscles as they moved under his shirt, the way his hips moved slightly side to side as he reached as far as he could without moving the rest of his body. She tightened both hands around the strap of her backpack, trying to control her breathing, much like she did before competition. She took a step forward and not paying attention to where she was walking, banged her leg into the chair that was sitting out from the desk, pushing it forward till the seat hit the leg of the desk, grating the metal feet across the linoleum floor. She froze as he spun around, suddenly having second thoughts.

Jacob whirled around at the sound. He stared at Madison across the expanse of his classroom. She was standing ramrod straight by the last desk, her hands wrapped around the strap of her backpack, a scared look on her face, like she wanted to be anywhere but where she was standing, like someone had shoved her into the room and she didn't know where else to go. His body was still thrumming with need, his cock yet to entirely return to a flaccid state. He reached up and whipped his glasses off, tossing them none too gently down onto his desk as he marched towards her, his footsteps heavy, her body, her face coming into clearer view as he got closer and closer. "I told you to leave," he snapped.

Madison tried to swallow what little saliva she had in her mouth. "Will I get an A in your class if I... If you... If we..." She watched as he strode towards her between the row of desks, his jaw set firmly, his gaze narrowed, focused on her. She wanted to run but she stood her ground. "I don't have enough time to get all my..." her voice trailed off as he stopped in front of her, a little too close for her comfort and she took a step backwards, backing herself up against the door as he took another one forward, his chest a hairsbreadth away from her breasts, feeling his heavy breathing. She tipped her head back, looking up at him, watching as his nostrils flared with every breath, trying to swallow but her mouth was drier than the Sahara. She sucked in her breath when his open hand hit the door above her head, holding her there with only his hard stare.

He stepped closer to her, backing her up against the door with his intimidating height alone, staring down at her. He flattened his left hand against the door above her head, once again bracing his weight against it. She could get away from him at any time, he wasn't touching her, just holding the only means of escape closed with his hand. And the longer he stared down at her, the longer she stood still, unwavering. It took a lot of nerve for her to walk back into the room knowing the condition she had put him in, was still in. And even more nerve to think that he would act upon his desires that were unbecoming to a teacher in exchange for a passing grade.

And a lot of self-restraint on his part to not do exactly what she was trying to ask of him. "Fuck? Is that what you're trying to say? Think about what you're doing here, Madison. Just because I want to fuck you doesn't mean I'm going to. You're eighteen and my student. The consequences alone are devastating for the both of us. So, no, I will not fuck you so you can pass my class. Do your work like everyone else and get the grade you deserve." He pushed away from the door and took a step backwards, turning the other direction.

Madison stared up at him. He really was a hard-ass. She had to swallow the last bit of pride she had to walk back into his classroom to try to barter for her grade and he had every right to deny her. She gulped, watching as he pushed away from the door, taking a step back from her. But she needed that A, and she wasn't leaving the room until she was guaranteed one. "Mr. Bradford," she objected. When he turned back around to face her, and without thinking, she reached out and grabbed what was the closest thing for her to grasp onto, his belt.

She curled her fingers around the silver buckle and fine leather that encircled his narrow waist and pulled him back to her, hearing his low growl as his jaw tensed, watching as his eyes went from hazel to black as his pupils dilated. She looked down at just what her hand was inches away from, seeing the considerable bulge behind the fly of his trousers, and very slowly brought her eyes back up to his as she tipped her head back, never releasing her hold on his belt. "I need that A--"

"Madison," Jabob growled through clenched teeth as he caught his weight against the door with both hands, staring down at her, drawing in a ragged breath in an attempt to keep from touching her. He watched the heavy rise and fall of her breasts over the edge of her V-neck cropped shirt, a hint of fuchsia lace peaking over the edge, looking down at the shadowed valley between the firm globes that were too big for her slender frame. His gaze slid lower, over the exposed flesh of bare taut, toned abdomen between the hem of her snug-fitting shirt and the waistband of her loose-fitting pants, to her hand that was wrapped around his belt buckle, inches from his cock that went from semi-hard to rock-hard and straining against the front of his pants with a sudden rush of blood.

He slowly brought his gaze back up, his eyes locking with hers, watching as her pupils started to dilate as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around her slender wrist, forcing her to release her hold on his belt. "That was the wrong thing to do," he growled, letting go of her wrist and reaching up to turn the lock on the door, the deafening sound of the deadbolt clicking into place echoing through the quiet stillness of the classroom. "Because now I have no choice."

Madison stared up at him as her heart pounded in her chest. He had warned her, but she didn't listen. She should have run, taken the failing grade but she stepped back into the classroom and tested her fate against six-feet-two-inches of bodily temptation that no one in the school had yet to conquer. She drew in a breath, slowly letting it back out, feeling him lift the heavy burden of her backpack from her shoulder, sliding it down her arm as she sank back against the door for support, fearing that she would slip to the floor at his feet as her legs started to tremble. She slowly drew her tongue over her lips, her gaze focusing on his mouth, the full, sensual curve of his bottom lip as he lowered his head.

He reached out and curled his hand around the strap of her backpack, lifting it from her shoulder and sliding it down her arm to drop it on the floor at her feet with a heavy thud. He reached up and slowly drew the tip of his finger down the side of her face, tracing her jaw with agonizing slowness, waiting to see if her fight instincts were going to kick in, and when she made no move, he gripped her chin and tipped her head back, staring down at her, at her mouth as she unconsciously wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. He bit back a groan. He lowered his head, his breath fanning her wet lips. "Just remember, I warned you. And if you--"

"Tell anyone?" Madison blinked, raising her gaze to his eyes, seeing the blue, green and gold swirled together around the black of his pupils. Who was going to find out because she wasn't going to breathe a word to anyone. But if they got caught in the act, that was an entirely different situation. She could feel his warm breath as it fanned her lips, his fingers as they exerted just enough pressure on her chin to let her know that he was the one that was still in control even though she made him lose it the second she pulled him back to her. She tried to swallow and prayed her voice didn't crack when she spoke. "Nothing leaves this classroom. You said so yourself. I need an A..." she whispered.

Jacob slid his fingers into her hair, gripping the back of her head, feeling rather than hearing her breathing start to escalate as every breath she let out fanned his heated skin, feeling her pulse beat strongly against his palm as he closed his other hand around the smooth column of her neck. His own heart was slamming in his chest to the point that he thought it was going to break a rib. He stared down into her eyes that were burning a blue fire tinged with a hint of uneasiness. Now she was nervous? "You'll get the A after you get my cock," he growled, right before his mouth came down hard on hers, his tongue forcing her mouth open wider to the rough invasion, tasting her, sealing his own fate as a whimper escaped her and she arched against him.

His hand left her head to coast down her back and over the curve of her ass to dig his fingers into the fleshiest part, lifting her up onto the tips of her toes and against his hard body, settling the ridge of his throbbing cock against her lower abdomen, swallowing her throaty moan as her tongue slid along his. He raked his hand down the back of her thigh, his fingers digging into her supple flesh through her pants, to raise her leg over his hip as he took a step forward, her back colliding hard with the door, swallowing her tiny yelp. He lifted her higher, aligning her petite body better along his as he lessened the pressure of his mouth on hers, only to kiss her deeper, sliding his tongue along the roof of her mouth, groaning in her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him as he stole her ability to breathe.

Madison moaned, reaching up and curling her fingers into the front of his shirt, arching against him, feeling every inch of his hard body pressed to hers as he lifted her up onto her toes, drawing strongly on his tongue as it roughly invaded her mouth, feeling his cock as he wedged it against her stomach. Her small yelp was muffled by his mouth when she felt the cold metal of the door through her shirt as he pressed her hard against the surface, lifting her other thigh and hooking her bent leg around his waist, kissing her deeper as his tongue assaulted her senses. Her head was spinning as she curled her arms around his neck, holding onto him as she kissed him back just as hard, moaning as she felt a sudden, unfamiliar sensation in her lower stomach that turned to an ache, felt a sudden rush of wet heat flood between her legs, soaking into the crotch of her panties.

She gasped for breath when he tore his mouth away from hers only to feel him press his lips to the side of her neck, feeling the graze of his teeth but not the bite, feeling the scratch of his stubble, the slide of his hot tongue along her skin, his fingers as he dug them into her buttock. She struggled to breathe, curling her fingers into his hair as the touch of his tongue turned to a soft bite of his teeth and then a hard kiss along the curve of her shoulder and neck, the slide of his hot hand as he drew it up her side and over her shoulder to curl around the back of her neck. "Mr. Bradford," she whispered, digging her fingers into his shoulder as his hot tongue slid along the length of her jaw in wet, open-mouth kisses.

Jacob groaned as her voice resonated in his brain, telling him that every bit of this was wrong, but her lithe body pressing against his told him that every bit of this was right, whichever one he chose to listen to would forever weigh on his conscience. And since he chose the wrong path the second he locked the door, he knew he better make every minute of it worth the risk. "With what I'm going to do to you, you better call me Jacob," he corrected with an uneven breath, before closing his mouth over hers as he kissed her again, not as hard but just as deep, his tongue tasting her, claiming her, swallowing her moans and feeling his confined cock painfully throb as she tightened her grip on his shoulder, in his hair, kissing him back with just as much fervor.

He tore his mouth from hers, dragging in a ragged breath as he cupped the side of her face in his hand, the tip of his thumb pressing into the top of her chin, staring into her eyes as he flexed his other fingers against her ass, keeping her pinned between him and the door, feeling her hips arch and her breasts heave against his chest as she struggled to breathe. "We shouldn't be doing this but--" He kissed her again, his tongue delving deep into her mouth, sliding hotly along hers, retreating, flicking his tongue over her top lip when he lifted his mouth from hers, only to kiss the side of her neck again, his teeth nipping. "God dammit, you've got me so fuckin' hard," he growled in her ear, before releasing his hold on her to let her slide down the length of his body.

Madison gasped for breath when he tore his mouth away from hers, her chest heaving from the effort as she looked at him through hooded eyes, another tiny moan escaping her as his strong fingers relaxed and then dug deeper into her butt, and she arched her hips, pressing her body against him as the ache she felt grew even stronger when he kissed her again. She gasped at the feel of his stubble rasping her skin as his lips glided along her neck, his tongue bathing the abrasions, his hot, bold affirmation sending a tingling sensation through her body, only to grow even stronger as he released his hold on her to let her slide down the length of his body and the door, her stomach coming in contact with his hard cock, a low groan rumbling past his gritted teeth, till her feet were resting firmly on the floor, bringing a halt to his improper affection.

"Don't stop, Jacob," she whispered, standing on her tiptoes, curling her fingers into the front of his shirt, arching against him for another kiss only to have him grab hold of her hip and turn her around so her back was to him. She flattened her forearms to the metal door, resting her forehead against her fingers as she drew in a ragged breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she closed her eyes, fearing that he was coming to his senses. "Jacob?" she questioned, her voice trembling, feeling the heat of his body as he stood behind her, his breath as it fanned the top of her head, waiting in heated anticipation for the touch of his hand, his mouth, anything.

"No way in hell am I stopping, I just need to slow down a bit, so hush," Jacob urged as he stared down at her, as he slowly drew the tip of his index finger up the middle of her spine and back down, feeling her shudder under his touch. He achingly drew the tip of his finger across her lower back just above the waistband of her pants as he slowly regained control over his breathing, but not over his undeniable need to take his student right here in his classroom. He swore under his breath as he curled his fingers under the hem of her shirt on both sides of her waist and slowly drew it up the length of her torso, the backs of his fingers gliding along her heated flesh. "Let's get this shirt off. Arms up," he ordered, and when she raised her arms over her head, he pulled the shirt up, over her head and free of her arms, tossing it aside, deftly unhooking her bra with a quick flick of his finger and slipping the satin straps from her shoulders to glide down her arms as she lowered them, to land at her feet, groaning at the sight of her bare skin, slowly caressing the length of her back with one large hand.

Madison closed her eyes, biting back a moan at the feel of his hot hands against her skin as he dragged her T-shirt up her body, her breath catching in her throat when he skillfully unhooked her bra with one finger, sliding the straps from her shoulders, her breasts swaying slightly, her nipples drawing up into tight buds from the cool air in the room as he stripped her from the waist up in clear view of the windows. She drew in several deep breaths as his hand caressed her back, wondering if he was having second thoughts because hers were running wild and she shifted her weight, her buttocks grazing against his groin, not enough to grind but enough to feel his hard cock straining against the front of his trousers, hearing his sharp intake of breath turn to a groan.

"Just what I thought. Perfect," he said, as he flattened his palm between her shoulder blades and slowly ran his hand down the length of her back, caressing her smooth skin, sliding lower until he reached the waistband of her loose-fitting pants, hearing her breathing intensify as she drew in deep, even breaths. He stared down at her, his own breathing hitching, a low groan escaping him when she shifted under his touch, the full curve of her cotton canvas covered ass grazing his throbbing cock. He slid his hand back up the middle of her back, brushing her ponytail aside, and over the front of her chest to cup the side of her face, bending his head and pressing a hot kiss to the curve of her neck as his teeth grazed her skin. "Maddie, oh Maddie," he rasped, "the things I want to do to you." He slowly drew the tip of his tongue up the side of her neck to her ear, tasting her, feeling her shudder under his mouth as he pressed his lips to her ear, telling her in explicit detail what he was going to do to her.

She moaned when he slid his hand up her back and around her chest to cup the side of her face, tipping her head to the side to give him more access as he pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin. She drew in a shaky breath when he slowly drew his tongue up the length of her neck to her ear, his breath hot, his voice raspy as he told her exactly what he wanted to do to her, sending a shudder through her entire body, weakening her. "Please," she moaned, as she reached back, curling her fingers into the loose material of his pant legs. She leaned back against his chest for support as his words sparked wicked thoughts inside her head, turned the dull ache between her legs into a slow, agonizing burn. "Please, do that to me. All of it," she whispered as she struggled to breathe.

"Have patience. You'll get my cock in due time," he rasped in her ear as he slid his other hand around her bare waist, flattening his palm to her lower abdomen, pulling her back sharply against the cradle of his hips. He situated the solid ridge of his swollen cock between the cheeks of her ass, letting her feel just how hard he was through their layers of clothes, groaning when she shifted her hips, rubbing against him, and he dug his fingers into her skin just hard enough to cease her agonizing movement, wedging himself back in between her ass cheeks. "But keep doing that and I'll cum before we even get started. And you'll fail my class."

Madison gasped and instantly went still, closing her eyes. He was hot, hard and lodged firmly between her buttocks, his large hand splayed wide on her abdomen, holding her immobile. She ached for more, for everything he wanted to do to her, but more importantly was a passing grade. She gripped his pant legs tighter, biting down on her bottom lip, trying to keep still but it was hard as his hand that was pressed against her taut stomach started to caress her soft skin just above the low sitting waist of her pants, his index finger toying with the butterfly charm in her navel. She drew in a shaky breath. "You're just... It's just... so hard," she moaned.

"You don't know the half of it," Jacob rasped as he caressed her stomach. He looked down the front of her half-naked body at her breasts, firm, round upturned globes, as they heaved on her chest from every deep breath she drew in, her dark pink nipples hard and just begging for his touch. "And these breasts," he said as he slid his hand down her chest to cradle the fullness of her breast in his hand, lifting it, squeezing her nipple between his fingers until it hardened even more into a tight nub of flesh, "are too big for such a petite girl." He tugged on her nipple, hearing her breathing escalate, as a soft moan escaped her parted lips.

He slid his hand to its twin, teasing her nipple with the slow back and forth motion of his thumb as the hand that was caressing her stomach and keeping her pressed against him inched lower, slipping into the loose waistband of her pants until the tips of his fingers brushed over the top of her panties and back out, sliding back up her torso to cradle her other breast in his hand, lifting, squeezing her nipple, hearing her moans grow even louder, his own groan of satisfaction escaping him. "But oh, so perfect," he grated out against her temple.

"That feels so good," Madison moaned as his hand cradled her breast, squeezing her nipple till it was achingly hard, tightening her grip on his pant legs, fearing her legs were going to go out from under her. His hands felt wonderful on her breast and stomach, and when he slipped his fingers into her pants, caressing the soft skin just above the band of her panties, she moaned even louder, arching her hips, pressing herself against his hand only to have that hand slide up her body to caress her breast along with the other one, weighing their fullness. She had always thought they were too big but not any longer as they filled his large hands, as his fingers tugged and squeezed her nipples making them achingly tender.

She released her hold on his trousers only to slide her hands higher, palming the curve of his hard ass, feeling him clench his muscles under her amorous touch. "Jacob," she moaned as she rolled her hips against his groin, digging her fingers into the taut cheeks of his ass, grinding hers on his hard cock, hearing his deep, rumbling groan. She gasped as his hand quickly left her breast to flatten against her pelvis, pulling her back sharply against his hips for a brief second before spinning her around. She looked up at him as he flattened his hand to her chest and pushed her back against the door.

"Fuck," Jacob swore when she grabbed his ass and rubbed herself against his hard cock. There was no more prolonging the inevitable, he was done for. He dug his fingers into her hip and spun her around, forcing her back against the door. He ran his hand up her chest and neck to slide his fingers into her hair, tipping her head back as he stared down into her smoldering eyes, at her parted lips that were swollen from his earlier kiss. "Now you're getting my cock," he growled right before he swiftly lowered his head, closing his mouth over hers and kissing her hard again, his tongue forcing her mouth open wider, groaning as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes as she arched against him, plumping her bare breasts against his chest. He flattened his other hand to her lower back, pulling her even closer, swallowing her moan as he deepened the kiss.

Madison gasped at his bold statement right before his mouth came down hard on hers, and she stood on her tiptoes, wrapping one arm around his neck, the nails of her other hand scratching the back of his head as she raked her fingers through his cropped hair and higher to curl into the longer locks on the top of his head, mussing his hair. She kissed him back, her tongue sliding hotly along his, moaning as her nipples rasped against the soft cotton of his shirt, hardening even more, as he pulled her tighter along his body, her feet leaving the floor as his hard, deep kiss made her head spin and that ache to burn even hotter, gasping for breath when he suddenly broke the kiss, setting her back on her feet. "Jacob--"

Jacob tore his mouth from hers, lowering her back down to her feet, and drew in several deep, ragged breaths that shook his entire body. He licked his lips, tasting her upon them, staring down at her as he worked his hands between their bodies. "I hate pants on women for this very fuckin' reason," he grumbled, the backs of his fingers brushing over her stomach as he undid the button at her waist. "Get your shoes off." He swore as he tugged the zipper down, seeing a flash of fuchsia, and slid his hands around her hips as she toed off her sneakers, groaning at the unexpected feel of skimpy, barely-there thong panties, to shove them down the back of her pants, his fingers digging into the fullness of her bare ass as he pulled her hard against him again.

"I want you so fuckin' bad," he growled right before his mouth found hers. He kissed her harder, deeper, his tongue assaulting her senses only to drag his lips across her jaw to kiss and nip the side of her neck as his hands impatiently pushed her pants down her thighs, his fingers digging furrows into her flesh on the way back up, digging into the firm curve of each globe of her ass, cupping them in his hands and squeezing hard. He raised his foot and set it into the crotch of her pants to push them down the rest of the way so she could step out of the wide legs, kicking them and her shoes aside.

She panted, curling her fingers into the front of his shirt to balance herself as she lifted one foot out of the legs of her pants that were bunched around her ankles and then the other, biting her bottom lip as his hot mouth attacked the side of her neck again, his teeth grazing her skin, lightly biting. She looked up at him as lifted his mouth, feeling the caress of his hot hand as he ran it up her trembling body, skimming over her taut abdomen and up to her breasts, dragging over one of them to glide up her chest and curl his fingers around her neck, his thumb pushing her chin up, tipping her head back even further so she could look deeper into his eyes. "Jacob," she whispered, holding his gaze as his hand took the same path back down her body, pressing her shoulders back against the door and arching her hips, moaning as the tips of his fingers stopped at the top of her thong, his fingers gliding back and forth along the triangle of lace that covered her aching flesh, gasping as his fingers slid lower, caressing her through the thin layer before dipping between her legs.

Jacob braced his forearm against the door, his breathing heavy, fanning the hair on the top of her head as he stared down at her, at his fingers as he slowly drew them back and forth along the top of her lacy thong, a low groan of approval escaping him. "Fuchsia, my new favorite color," he grated out as he slid his fingers lower, caressing her through the thin barrier, hearing the hitch in her breathing as he slipped his middle and ring finger between her legs, stroking her with maddening ease, feeling the already wet cotton crotch of her panties soak up more of her juices, her breathing becoming even choppier.

He slid his hand back up, only to slip his fingers inside her panties, sifting through the narrow tufts of curls atop her vulva, hearing her moan even louder as she arched her hips, pressing herself against his hot palm. He slipped his hand out of her panties and quickly ripped them off her, tearing the thin satiny straps on her hips with a hard yank, sliding his fingers through her tight curls again. "Spread your legs, Maddie, so I can touch you easier," he growled, slipping his fingers between her legs again when she widened her stance, caressing all along her slick, swollen flesh.

Madison's gasp turned to a moan at the feel of his hot hand as he dipped it inside her thong, his long, thick fingers caressing her aching flesh, skimming through her neatly trimmed curls, and she arched her hips, pressing herself harder against his hand as she reached out, curling her fingers into the front of his shirt to balance herself. "That feels so good," she moaned only to gasp when he ripped her panties off, the thin straps briefly digging into her skin as he yanked hard on the thin material, flinging it aside. She parted her legs even wider for him, moaning as he cupped her aching pussy in his hand, his fingers slowly gliding along her swollen flesh, slipping two fingers in between her slick folds, parting her wider, caressing her. "Oh, God," she moaned as she arched against him, tightening her grip on his shirt, her hips jerking hard when the tip of his finger brushed over a sensitive spot, a tiny cry escaping her.

Jacob drew in several ragged breaths, every heavy exhale fanning her hair, her skin as he stared down at her, his hot gaze holding hers briefly before he looked down at his hand, watching as he pushed two fingers between the swollen folds of her labia, slipping along her wet flesh and gathering up her juices, his fingers slick and glistening. He slowly raised his gaze back to hers, his eyes dark with desire. "Someone's hot and wet for their teacher," he growled, caressing all along her slippery folds, gliding up and down, feeling her hips jerk hard and a tiny cry escape her when his slick finger brushed over her sensitive clitoris.

He slid his fingers lower, gliding over her narrow opening, and pushed two fingers against her wet flesh, hearing, feeling her wince under the pressure, and he pushed one finger inside instead, feeling her tight, hot wet walls close around him. He slid his finger deeper, raising her up on the tips of her toes, hearing her suck in her breath as she fisted her fingers even tighter into his shirt. She was tight, too tight. And it changed everything. "Fuck," he grated out as he gnashed his teeth together, easing his slippery finger out of her. "You're a virgin."

Madison whimpered as he pushed one long, thick finger inside her only to ease it out just as quickly, his harsh verbal acknowledgment hitting a nerve inside her that she didn't realize was so sensitive, suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment, hiding her face against his chest. She drew in a shaky breath, fighting back the tears. What did he expect? Her best friend was gay, she roundhouse kicked the first and only guy that was brave enough to grab her ass, and it took every nerve that she had to step back into his classroom knowing exactly the condition she had left him in physically when he confessed his inexcusable feelings to her. His kisses and his touch, even if they were wrong, had left her aching, made her feel things she had never felt before and she didn't want those feelings to end. She slowly looked up at him, at his hard-set jaw and even harder eyes. "Don't stop, Jacob. Please," she whispered.

His body stiffened and his jaw tensed as her plea resounded in his brain, his body still thrumming with need, his hard cock throbbing for release. He drew in a deep, ragged breath, slowly letting it back out as he caught her chin in his hand and tipped her head up, looking down at her face, oblivious to the fact that she was naked. Her lips were still swollen from his hard kiss and parted as she drew in several shaky breaths, her eyes filled with the raw emotions that she had never experienced before. "You were just going to let me fuck you as hard as I wanted without any warning? You were willing to exchange your virginity for a passing grade," he asked, knowing his words had been too harsh but fuck, he hadn't taken a girl's innocence since he was a teenager. And he needed to take it as a sign and stop, he shouldn't be touching her at all, but he wasn't thinking with his brain, he had let his hard cock make that decision for him. "God dammit, Madison, I'm your fuckin' teacher. Your first time shouldn't be with me and it sure as hell shouldn't be up against a cold door," he said, his voice no longer harsh but still straining as he spoke.

Suddenly, it wasn't about getting a passing grade in his class, it went way beyond that. It was about something hotter, something undeniable and unspeakable at the same time, something that only she was going to get to do--fuck Mr. Hottie--and her heart was pounding in her chest. Her gaze lowered to his mouth, to the strong column of his throat, watching as his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, slowly raising her eyes back to his. "You can fuck me any way and anywhere you want to," she whispered, curling her fingers into the front of his shirt as she stood on tiptoe and arched against him, pressing her naked body against his fully-clothed one, watching as his eyes darkened even more.

She could feel every heavy exhale as his hard chest rose and fell against hers, as his hot breath fanned the whisps of hair around her face, his fingers as they released their hold on her chin to slide along her jaw and into her hair at the nape of her neck, cupping the back of her head and raising her even higher along his body. "Show me, teach me how to fuck, Jacob, I'm all yours for the taking, for the--" Her words were cut off by his mouth and she moaned, letting go of his shirt only to wrap her arms around his neck, holding onto him, hearing him groan as he slid his tongue deep into her mouth.

"Maddie," Jacob groaned, right before he lowered his head and closed his mouth over hers, giving her a long, slow and very thorough kiss, swallowing her moan. His hand gently cradled her head as he kissed her, his other hand leaving the door to splay on her back between her shoulder blades, caressing her smooth, hot skin as he slowly glided his hand down her back and over the curve of her ass, kneading her supple flesh as he pulled her up and tighter against his hard body, settling the ridge of his swollen cock against her soft skin as it hardened even more with a sudden rush of blood. His mouth left hers to slowly trail kisses along her jaw to her ear. His heart was pounding in his chest, blood roaring in his ears and drowning out the sound of her heavy breathing as he pressed his lips to the delicate shell of her ear.

"You have no idea what responsibility you are entrusting me with. And because I'm so fuckin' hard right now, I'm afraid I'll be too rough, so I'm not going to fuck you," he grated out, his breath hot against her ear. He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and raised his head, cupping the side of her face in his hand, running the pad of his thumb back and forth across the fullness of her wet bottom lip, gazing into her eyes that were filled with so many emotions as she stared up at him. "But I am going to devour your pussy until you can't take anymore and lick up every last drip and then you're going to suck my cock until I cum in this mouth. Okay?" He had to bite back a groan as she drew the tip of her tongue over her lips, over the tip of his thumb, as she slowly nodded her head.

Madison gasped for breath when his mouth left hers to slide along her jaw to her ear. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, listening to him, feeling his breath as every exhale fanned her skin, and when she looked into his eyes, his powerful assurance made the ache between her legs grow even stronger. "Yes. Please," she moaned, nodding her head. She whimpered when she felt the touch of his hot mouth along the side of her neck as his tongue licked a trail down the column, his teeth grazing her skin only to nip at the curve along her shoulder before he kissed a path down her chest, his hot hands following close behind to close around her breasts, caressing them as he slowly drew his thumbs back and forth across her nipples till they hardened even more.

"Jacob," she cried out at the feel of his tongue as he slowly drew it all around one stiff peak, teasing it with the tip of his tongue before closing his mouth around it, drawing her hard nipple into his mouth with gentle suction. She reached up and slid her fingers into his hair, curling into the silky disheveled waves, moaning as she pressed her shoulders back against the door, arching her back and pressing her breasts firmly into his mouth and hand, biting her bottom lip as she felt that ache in her core grow even hotter. "Mmm-more," she moaned, watching with hooded eyes as he lifted his head, letting her nipple slowly pop free from the grasp of his teeth.

Jacob looked up at her. "I'm just getting started," he said, the corner of his mouth curving up in a cocky smile before turning his attention to her other breast. His fingers teased her wet nipple as he gave the same treatment to its neglected twin with his tongue and teeth, hearing her breathing hitch as he flicked his tongue over her nipple before pressing a hot, wet kiss between her breasts. His hands glided down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses right behind them as he slowly squatted down, sliding his hands around to grip the firm globes of her ass as he pressed one last kiss to the soft skin just above her tight blonde curls. He looked up at her, watching as she slowly licked her parted lips before biting down on her bottom one, hearing her moan as he slowly drew the tip of his tongue along the crease of her thigh before placing a kiss there. "Leg up," he said as he coasted his hand down the back of her thigh, coaxing her to set it on his shoulder, a groan of approval rumbling out of him when she placed it there, allowing him greater access to her body.

Madison struggled to breathe at the feel of his hands caressing her skin, his hot, wet mouth as he kissed his way down her body, slowly squatting down in front of her before pressing one last kiss to her abdomen, her nails raking his scalp before gripping his hair again. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, watching as he licked the top of her thigh, his stubble lightly scratching her skin, before she shyly lifted her leg and rested it on his shoulder, opening herself to him. Her heart started to pound even harder in her chest. "Jacob," she whispered, trying to catch her breath as he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her raised thigh, the tip of his tongue darting across her soft skin, moaning as he pressed his open mouth to the soft skin high on the inside of her other thigh, kissing her there hard enough to leave a mark, bathing it softly with his tongue. And then she felt the touch of his fingers as they slowly caressed her swollen flesh, his warm breath fanning her wet skin.

"You're so beautiful here," he said as he slowly drew the tips of his fingers up and down her swollen labia, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her pussy, her wet flesh glistening. He heard her breathing hitch as he slipped his fingers between her wet folds, slowly sliding up and down, gathering up her juices, seeing, feeling her get even more wet as he stroked her with agonizing tenderness, sliding his slick fingers higher and pulling back on her hood to expose her swollen and shiny clitoris to his gaze, to his tongue. "Such a pretty clit. And so wet," he murmured, "so fuckin' wet."

Unable to wait any longer, he bent his head and flattened his tongue to the bottom of her vagina and slowly licked all the way up until he reached the top of her vulva, moaning as the flavor of her pussy coated his tongue, drawing his tongue over her swollen clit, feeling her hips jerk hard as a sharp cry escaped her, her fingers fisting tight into his hair, holding him there. He groaned against her wet flesh as he lapped up her juices, licking all along her folds, flicking over her clit, his fingers digging into her ass, holding her steady as her hips arched, pressing harder against his mouth as her cries filled the empty room. He slowly slid his tongue higher, wrapped his lips around her swollen and sensitive clitoris and softly drew it into his mouth, thrumming it with his tongue.

Madison pressed her shoulders hard against the metal door, arching her hips against the hot, torturous stroke of his tongue along her wet flesh, the ache growing even more intense, tightening in her stomach and making her legs quiver as she struggled to maintain her balance. He wasn't joking when he said he was going to devour her pussy and she slapped her hand against the door, fisting her fingers into his hair, trying to hold onto something, anything, as his mouth and tongue did the unspeakable to her, making her feel things she had never felt before, her body responding intensely, a sudden rush of wet heat saturating her already slick folds, only to be lapped up by his greedy tongue. "Jacob... I can't... don't stop... Jacob," she stammered.

She cried out when he locked his mouth around her swollen clitoris, stroking it with his tongue again and again, sending a sudden, overpowering sensation that she had never felt before to spiral through her body only to ease off and noisily lap and suck all along her wet flesh, his groan of male hunger filling her ears, vibrating against her wet skin. She looked down at him, at his tongue as he licked her, her swollen folds hugging his tongue. "Fuck," she gasped, trying to breathe as his tongue found her sensitive clitoris again, that sensation returning even harder, hotter, her leg trembling as she tried to stay upright. "I... I..." she struggled, gripping his hair even harder, fisting her fingers against the door until she couldn't hold on any longer, until the sensations became too much. She cried out as she pressed her pussy hard against his mouth, his fingers digging even deeper into her ass to hold her steady as her knee buckled, her orgasm rolling through her in a powerful wave as her body trembled against his face, the door.

Jacob gave her sensitive clit one last tender lick before lowering his head to lap up her juices along her slick labia, catching the trickle down the inside of her thigh with the tip of his tongue. He pressed a soft kiss to her thigh and gently slid her quivering leg from his shoulder, holding her steady as she sank back against the door for support. He cupped the firm cheeks of her ass in his hands as he straightened, taking her with him as he hoisted her up, groaning as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He skated one hand up her back, sliding his fingers into her hair to tip her head back far enough so he could see her flushed face and her eyes filled with a burning hunger. "You taste so good, Maddie," he grated out, closing his mouth over hers and kissing her, sliding his tongue, heavily coated with her juices, deep into her mouth, letting her taste her first orgasm, groaning when she slid her fingers into his hair and sucked strongly on his tongue.

Madison wrapped her arms around his neck as her feet left the floor, clenching his hair as his tongue invaded her mouth, the musky taste of her own pussy exploding on her taste buds, and she moaned as she kissed him harder, savoring her own juices sweetened by his tongue. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist as he carried her between the row of desks up to the front of the classroom, one arm locked firmly around her hips, his other hand holding the back of her head as he kissed her hot and deep, his talented tongue making promises that had her craving more. She licked her lips when he lifted his mouth from hers, tasting more of herself smeared across her lips from his kiss, a tiny moan escaping her as she savored the last bit, watching as he sent folders, the pen holder, newspaper and his empty coffee thermos flying to the floor with a quick sweep of his hand, setting her down onto the desk.

Jacob dragged in several uneven breaths as he sat her down, unwrapping her legs from around his waist, taking a step back, gazing down at her. "Maddie," he whispered. He'd never be able to look at his desk the same way again. Her hair was a wild mess from his fingers, her lips swollen from his kiss and her body, oh her perfect body, was flushed from head to toe from her orgasm. Her breasts rose and fell on her chest as she tried to regain control over her breathing, her nipples hard and begging for his mouth again. He slowly brought his gaze back up to her face, looking into her eyes that were watching him just as intently, with just as much shameful, fiery passion.

He caressed the length of her thighs from her hips to her knees, sliding his hands around to cradle the underside of her knees in his hands as he lifted her legs and set her feet down on the edge of the desk. "Keep your legs open for me, babydoll," he rasped, caressing the inside of her thighs as he pushed her legs wide apart, "I want to see that pussy." He lowered his head and kissed her mouth, darting his tongue across her bottom lip before giving it a soft bite. He straightened. "Now touch yourself while I watch," he instructed, reaching up and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, staring down at her with dark, hooded eyes.

She looked up at him, moaning as his large, hot hands caressed the length of her inner thighs, pushing them open even wider, putting on display to his heated gaze what he had thoroughly enjoyed with his mouth. "I've never..." she started to protest but stopped when she saw the look of pure hunger in his eyes. She'd never done that before, touch herself, but then she'd never thought she'd be offering herself to her hot, sexy English teacher for a passing grade. She drew in a shaky breath as she leaned back on the desk, resting her weight on one forearm, her fingers splayed on the polished wood. Her gaze never left his face as she slowly, shyly, coasted her other hand down her taut abdomen, watching his expression change, his eyes as they darkened, as she sifted her fingers through her tight curls, slipping two of them between the swollen folds of her labia to touch herself like he had, sucking in a sharp breath from the feel of her own hot, wet flesh.

She slowly caressed herself, feeling her fingers getting wetter with each stroke, watching as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing smooth flesh, toned muscles, washboard abs and that perfect V-line to her greedy gaze, tugging the tails from the waistband of his trousers, slipping the last two buttons from their holes before he slowly stripped his shirt off, sliding the material down his strong, muscled arms, revealing a shoulder tattoo that extended down his right arm to the middle of his bicep, tossing his shirt on the back of his chair. Her gasp turned to a moan as she increased the tempo of her fingers, feeling her juices flowing even stronger from her own touch, from seeing his naked chest, a tiny cry escaping her when her slick fingertip brushed over her swollen, sensitive clitoris, sending a tingling jolt of pure pleasure through her body. "Jacob," she moaned as her hips involuntarily jerked under her own touch, her legs starting to quiver as she skimmed her wet fingers over her sensitive nub of flesh again before slipping them out from between her legs.

He watched as her fingers, glistening with her juices got even wetter with each passing stroke, slipped up and down her shiny pink flesh, his cock throbbing hard, precum starting to soak through the front of his trousers as her moans grew even louder, her hips lurching as her finger brushed over her swollen clitoris not once but twice. When she lifted her wet, creamy fingers from between her slippery folds, holding them up, not quite knowing what to do, he instructed her. "Now put them in your mouth." His gaze narrowed as she slowly brought her hand up to her open mouth, slipping them inside, moaning as she sucked her fingers clean before slowly pulling them back out, letting them pop free from her pursed lips. "Fuck," he swore as he caught his weight on his hands as he flattened his palms on his desk on either side of her petite body, capturing her mouth with his, kissing her harder than he intended, tasting her for a second time, swallowing her moan. He lifted his mouth from hers, letting her bottom lip slide from the graze of his teeth, staring down at her. "It's not wise to tease a man like that, Maddie," he grated out, "because now I'm going to eat that sweet pussy again until you are dripping down my chin."

"But you told me to," she whispered, her voice trembling as she looked up at him, his face inches from hers, that cocky smile turning up one corner of his mouth again, her innocent eyes wide, despite the need, the burning desire that was humming through her body. "Oh, crap," she gasped, quickly realizing that was his intention all along and he just wanted her wet and ready for him. She watched as he bent his head, her gasp turning to a moan when she felt his lips take the same path down her body, his stubble rasping against her soft skin as he pressed a kiss between her breasts, sliding her fingers into his hair as his mouth moved lower and lower as he knelt on the floor in front of her.

"Jacob," she squealed, her hands flying to the edge of the desk, curling around the wood, when he tugged her closer, balancing her hips there as he caressed the inside of her thighs with his hot hands, pressing down on them, keeping them open, his hazel eyes watching her before giving her a warning as he lowered his head. She moaned when she felt his hot breath and even hotter tongue slid along her dripping, aching flesh, curling her fingers tighter around the edge of the desk as the tip of his tongue circled around her swollen, sensitive clitoris. "Mmm, that feels so good. I love your mouth on my pussy," she moaned.

Jacob breathed in her heady scent as he tugged her closer to the edge of his desk, gazing at her glistening pink flesh as it beckoned him, caressing the soft skin along her inner thighs. "Hold on, babydoll. This time it's going to be even more intense," he warned before lowering his head and giving her a long, slow and very thorough lick that had her moaning and arching her hips, pressing her wet, aching flesh hard against his mouth. He flattened his hand to her lower abdomen as he lapped all along her folds, licking up what her fingers had brought forth, tasting her, savoring her as more of her musky juices coated his tongue, her moans carrying across the empty room, growing louder as he locked his mouth around her swollen, sensitive clit, bathing it with his tongue.

Madison rested her weight on her forearms, her fingers curled around the edge of the desk, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip to keep from crying out when she felt the touch of his tongue again, arching her hips, her moans growing louder and louder. Those sensations that she was quickly becoming accustomed to were turning into something she needed, wanted to feel again and again, his mouth, his tongue making them bear down on her faster than she wanted, starting to send... And then they lessened as his tongue slid lower again. "Jacob," she moaned, tightening her hold around the edge of the desk with one hand, clenching his hair with the other, watching as he sucked on her swollen flesh, feeling that tightening in her lower abdomen again only to whimper, panting hard, as his delicious torment continued, twisting, trying to get his mouth where she wanted, needed it.

When he heard her breathing hitch, felt her start to tense, he backed off her clit and went back to caressing her folds with his tongue, repeatedly teasing her, tormenting her, bringing her close to the edge but not letting her go over, lapping up her juices as her squirming body arched hard against his mouth. And then when he felt she'd suffered enough, he held her down to the desk with one strong forearm crossed over her hips as he drew her swollen, hypersensitive clit into his mouth, sucking on it as he slowly eased one thick finger into her hot, tight vagina, hearing her moans grow even louder as he pushed deeper, finding the right spot and with just enough­­--her moan turned to a high-pitched cry of pure pleasure right before she fisted her fingers into his hair, pulling him in as she clamped her thighs tight against his head, her body jerking hard as his tongue quickly caught her gush of creamy juices.

She sank back onto the desk when he held her down with his arm and hand, crying out when his tongue flicked over her sensitive flesh, squeezing her eyes shut when she felt the slow, steady push of his thick finger as he slid it deep inside her again. "Oh, fuck," she moaned when he found an even more sensitive spot inside her, rubbing up and down, sending a wave of endless pleasure that instantly turned all-consuming and white-hot, to spiral through her and she cried out, his strong hold on her hips keeping her lower body immobile, her back arching as her second orgasm, more powerful than the first one, tightened inside her and she fisted her fingers in his hair, pulling him in hard as she squeezed her thighs tight against the sides of his head, her juices flooding his mouth.

He licked up every last drop as her thighs quivered against his head, waiting for her orgasm to finish its blissful roll though her body before he carefully eased his finger out of her vagina, gently lapping up the last of her creamy juices before sucking his finger clean and pressing a tender kiss to her heaving abdomen right above her curls. "That's it, babydoll, savor your orgasm," he rasped as he got to his feet, his hands softly caressing her sweaty skin, his thumbs dragging over her nipples as her breasts heaved on her chest as she slowly regained control over her breathing. "Feels good, doesn't it," he said as he eased her legs over the side of the desk.

He slid his hands under her sweaty back, raising her weak, quivering body up to a sitting position on the edge of the desk, sliding his fingers into her hair and tipping her head back as he lowered his, giving her another long, slow, deep kiss, groaning as she arched against him, plumping her bare breasts against his own bare chest as she kissed him back, tasting herself again. He broke the kiss and cupped the side of her flushed face in his hand. "You'll be getting a lot more of those in the future," he whispered, brushing back a lock of sweaty hair from her other cheek, gazing down at her with dark, hungry eyes as she turned her gaze up to his. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips and ran the pad of his thumb back and forth over her bottom lip as his heart slammed against his ribs. "Now I'm going to fill this pretty mouth with my cum. Get on your knees so I can put my cock in your mouth."

Madison held his gaze as she eased herself off the desk, sinking to the floor on weak, trembling legs to sit on her heels at his feet. Her eyes slowly trailed down the expanse of his strong, muscular body, over the defined muscles of his abdomen, to the shiny silver buckle inches below his belly button to the bulge behind the fly of his trousers, a large wet spot darkening the material. She bit her bottom lip, watching as his long fingers easily slipped the fine, embossed leather through the buckle, popping the hook free and tugging the zipper down over the bulge of his erection, his pants falling to his feet from the weight of his belt, leaving him standing in front of her in just snug-fitting black boxer trunks, his cock straining behind the cotton. She swallowed. Hard.

This was what she had asked him to do, teach her, and it was too late to back out now. And as she watched him hook his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his underwear, sliding around to push them down over his buttocks and back around to ease them down over his erection, watching as more and more of his thick, veiny cock came into view before being fully released from its prison, suddenly she wanted to learn everything there was to know, the first thing being if they were all that big. "Oh, my God," she breathed. Her heart slammed in her chest and her pulse raced as her eyes widened at the sheer size of his cock, long and thick with distended veins that interlaced it, made it throb, the swollen purplish-red glans smooth with a clear drop of fluid beaded at the tip, his scrotum heavy between his legs. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, looking up at his tense face. "I don't think it will fit in my mouth."

"The girth will fit, the length after you learn how to deep-throat. You're just going to suck on it until I cum," Jacob reassured her as his heart slammed in his chest from her astute observation. He reached down and brushed her sweaty hair back from her face, looking down at her wide eyes filled with wonder and a tinge of fear as she focused on his throbbing cock inches from her face. He was so hard and so aroused that he didn't think he was going to be able to make it through teaching her how to suck his cock. He'd gone months, almost a year without sex in the past and back then he had someone to release his built-up needs with, but now he had an inexperienced teenager on her knees in front of him and he wanted to give her the best experience because it was the only chance he was going to get.

He cupped the side of her face in his hand, the side of his thumb caressing her flushed cheek. "I know my cock is a lot to handle, so just go slow till you get comfortable with it. I'm already dripping precum so that will help and it's going to be salty. Get it nice and wet with your saliva before you start stroking me," he instructed, his voice straining. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and lifted it up so she could see better as he ran the tip of his finger under the smooth head. "This is the most sensitive spot right here. And whatever you do, don't use your teeth. Gently cradle my scrotum if you want to, but don't squeeze my testicles."

Madison slowly nodded her head, her gaze shifting from his face back to his cock. "It's so big," she whispered as she slowly reached up and wrapped her hand around the base of his thick cock, her fingers nowhere near touching, feeling his hot flesh throb in her hand, reaching up with her other hand to gently cup his scrotum in her palm, her fingers lightly brushing over his skin. She bent her head and slowly, shyly ran her lips and the tip of her tongue up his hard length, feeling every distended vein, every smooth area with her mouth, to slowly touch her tongue to the softer, smoother head, hearing his sudden intake of breath turn to a groan as she licked her lips, tasting the little bit of fluid she had on her top lip. "Mmm, but I like it."

With a little more confidence, she took the same path again, only this time she lightly touched her tongue to the underside of his smooth scrotum, softly licking before flattening it against the base of his cock and slowly raised her head, running her tongue up, up his hard, throbbing length and around the smooth glans, catching the clear fluid that trickled out of the slit, a moan escaping her as she fully tasted him this time. She closed her lips around the tip of the smooth head, sucking softly, feeling him twitch against her mouth and she slid her lips down further, opening her mouth wide to take the entire glans into her mouth, hearing his groan of approval.

Jacob braced himself the best he could when he felt her wrap her small hand around the base of his cock, groaning at the first tentative touch of her lips and tongue. He fought back the urge to reach down and fist his hand into her hair, instead he braced his hand on the edge of the desk watching, feeling her tongue as she ran it all around the head of his cock, licking up the steady trickle of precum that started to flow more freely. "Fuck," he groaned when she licked his scrotum before she drew him deep into her hot, wet mouth, his cock twitching hard, watching with hooded eyes as the swollen glans popped free of her pursed lips, glistening wet with her saliva.

She let him pop out of her mouth and she lowered her head, giving him another long, slow lick as she drew the tip of her tongue up the underside, flicking over the tip. "Mmm," she moaned, "it's so hot, so thick." She wrapped her lips around him again and slowly lowered her head, taking him inch by inch, tasting more of the fluid that trickled out of him, filling her mouth with his hot, throbbing cock till he touched the back of her mouth, moaning around his girth. She slowly raised her head until he popped free of her lips. She looked up at him, at his tense face, his hazel eyes burning with an intense desire. "It feels so good in my mouth."

"Then don't stop," he told her when she moaned her approval. Which was the wrong thing to say because she slowly licked him again, and deciding that he wasn't wet enough, she let go of his cock, licked her palm and fingers several times and wrapped her hand back around his girth, slowly sliding her hot, wet hand up his length till her fingers reached the base of his glans and back down. "Oh, fuck," he growled when she increased the tempo of her hand, stroking him faster, pushing him closer to his own orgasm. "Just... like... that," he instructed through gritted teeth, breathing heavily, his cock throbbing hard in her hand. He didn't know how much longer he was going to last. "Now... suck... it."

Madison ran the tip of her tongue along the spot he said was the most sensitive and hearing his groan, drew the swollen glans back into her mouth, her pursed lips pressed to her thumb and index finger as she took as much as she could into her wet mouth again, moaning around his hot, saliva-coated flesh. Her head bobbed as she slid her mouth up and down his thick cock as she kept her hand wrapped around his girth, feeling him swell even more, filling her mouth entirely, sucking him faster, not caring about the obscene noise her mouth was making as a trickle of saliva escaped the corner of her tightly pursed lips. She could feel him start to throb and instead of letting him pop out of her mouth, she sucked him harder, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't contain.

He felt the tightening at the base of his spine, felt his testicles start to draw up as the need to cum bore down on him hard. "Fuck. I'm... gonna... cum..." he managed through gritted teeth, fisting his fingers into her hair, holding her head still as he wrapped his hand around hers, sliding her slick hand up and down his saliva coated length faster, harder, as he made sure she kept the glans of his cock inside her hot mouth. "Keep it... in your... fuckin'... mouth..." he grated out, staring down into her wide eyes as she looked up at him, at her mouth wrapped around him as he jerked his cock hard as the first heavy spurt of hot semen hit the back of her throat, making her choke, groaning as the next several spurts coated her tongue, filling her mouth till there was nothing left. "Fuck," he groaned as he used her hand to stroke out one last drop before releasing his hold.

Madison looked up at him when he fisted his fingers into her hair, holding her head still as he used her hand to stroke his cock, his expletive and explicit words erotic on their own, urging her to keep his cock in her mouth, her tongue rubbing the sensitive underside of his glans as she sucked hard, feeling him swell even more inside her mouth. She briefly tasted the first drop before she choked under the unexpected force and volume of his orgasm as his semen hit the back of her mouth, coating her tongue and trickling out from between her pursed lips. His cock throbbed with every hot, heavy spurt, his guttural groans filling her ears as he gave her everything that he had. And still she wanted more.

He cupped his hand under her chin so she couldn't move as he slowly pulled his cock free from her pursed lips with a soft, wet pop, a thin strand of his fluid connecting the tip his cock to her lips, and he wiped it over her lips. "Swallow," he grated out, watching as her throat worked to gulp down his salty, milky fluids. His heart was threating to break free of his chest when she looked up at him with those baby blues and he reached up to wipe the trickle of semen from the corners of her mouth with his thumb, gathering up every drop of his orgasm. "I gave that to you, babydoll, so don't waste any of my cum," he said, slipping his thumb in between her lips, his breathing heavier as she swirled her tongue all around, sucking him clean. "Now clean up what's left on my cock."

She clamped her lips together when he pulled his cock free of her lips with a slick, wet pop, swallowing before he even told her to, gulping down his semen, moaning as she sucked his thumb clean. He didn't even have to tell her once, she wanted every drop of him and she slid her hand up his still hard cock, flattening her tongue to the underside of the glans and licking him clean. She closed her lips around the slick head and swirled her tongue all around the smooth flesh, moaning as she savored the flavor of his semen, slowly letting him pop free of her lips as she sucked the last trace of his fluids from his cock. She looked up at him as she licked the last remaining trace of him from her lips, slowly smiling. "An A never tasted so good," she whispered against the smooth head of his cock pressed to her lips.

A cocky smile turned up the corner of his mouth again as Jacob reached down and helped her to her feet, picking her up and setting her down on the edge of his desk, his hot hands caressing her thighs. He tugged his boxer trunks back up, carefully tucking his slowly softening cock inside, before pulling up his trousers and zipping them, leaving the hook undone. He reached up and pulled a sweaty strand of hair back from her cheek and cupped the side of her face in his hand, sliding his thumb under her chin and tipping her head back as he lowered his, giving her a long, slow kiss, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth and tasting his lingering flavor that still coated her tongue.

He lifted his mouth from hers and looked down at her, a slow smile coming to his face as he caressed her flushed cheek. "Your hair is a mess. You can't go home looking like this," he said, reaching back and pulling the elastic band from her messy ponytail. He gazed down into her eyes that were filled with the shameful desire he had put there as he combed his fingers through the length of her damp hair, smoothing it out as he pulled it back from her face, wrapping the elastic around the base of the neater ponytail, securing it at the nape of her neck. "Much better," he rasped, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

She moaned as his long, slow and gentle kiss had her toes curling and her body arching against him as she kissed him back. She licked her lips when he broke the kiss and looked up at him as he fixed her hair, curling her fingers around the edge of the desk, slowly closing her eyes as he pressed a soft, tender kiss to her forehead. She had just seen a side of him that no one in the school ever had and never would. He put up a front, came off all hard and demanding when he had a softer, gentler side hidden beneath that tough exterior and she looked up at him as his fingers glided down her back right before he reached across the expanse of the desk to grab his shirt from the chair, draping it over her shoulders, taking the chill off her sweaty body.

Her gaze shifted to his right shoulder, to the black ink of the American flag, eagle, globe and anchor tattooed to his skin and over to the round, slightly jagged scar just below his clavicle. She reached up, brushing her fingers over the indentation, caressing his skin with just the tips of her fingers, feeling his muscle flex under her light touch, softly caressing him. "When did it happen?"

He looked down at her fingers as they brushed over his scar before slowly sliding down the middle of his chest, biting back a groan as her touch sparked a new fire inside him, a fire that he needed to douse before he lost all control again, because what had transpired between the two of them could never, ever happen again. He caught her hand before it wandered too far and sat it back down on her leg, taking a step back from her. "Afghanistan. I was one of the luckier ones, if you can call it that. The bullet ripped through my shoulder, shattering a rib and got lodged in my scapula. But never mind that. It's late and you need to get home," he said, walking to the other end of the classroom.

Madison sighed as he moved away from her and pulled his shirt tighter around her still tingling, naked body, breathing in the scent of his expensive cologne on the crisp, soft cotton. She watched as he walked to the door to gather up her clothes, her gaze fixated on his broad shoulders and the indentation along his spine that led down to his narrow waist and lower to the curve of his hard ass that she had the pleasure of feeling in her hands even if it was only through his trousers. She didn't want to go home, she wanted to touch him again, but she knew it would and could never happen.

Even what they had just done violated so many of the school's rules and regulations, but it had felt too good to be wrong. Her gaze wandered over the muscles of his well-defined chest and abs as he walked back to her, tipping her head back to look into his eyes as he stopped in front of her and dropped her clothes on the desk. She let his shirt slide from her shoulders as she reached for hers in the pile, but he already had it in his hands. She leaned forward, trying to take her shirt from him, but he quickly held it out of her reach. She looked up at him. "I can dress--"

"Just let me take care of you for a little bit longer," Jacob said softly, gazing down at her face tipped up to his as he turned her shirt right side out, stepping closer to her, nudging her bare knees apart with his thighs. "Besides that, babydoll" he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple, "I can touch you again. Now arms up." When she lifted her arms over her head without any further protest, he slipped her snug-fitting T-shirt down her arms, the backs of his fingers caressing her skin, slowly gliding over her breasts as her newly softened nipples hardened under the graze of his fingers, straining against the soft cotton of her shirt as he tugged it over their fullness. His hands caressed her abdomen and lower back as he smoothed her shirt down, his breath catching as her hands glided down his chest as she lowered her arms, her hot pink polished nails lightly scratching his skin.

He reached up and tugged her ponytail free of the neckline, his gaze lingering on her hard nipples as he slowly ran the back of his crooked index fingers over the swell of her breasts along the V-neck, feeling her breathing start to escalate again, slowly drawing his fingertips over her hard nipples and the curve of her breasts as he lowered his hands. "I do love your breasts," he whispered against her temple, hearing her breathing hitch. "They fill my hands perfectly and your nipples are meant to be sucked."

She bit her bottom lip, holding back a moan as his hands softly caressed her breasts as he slowly pulled her T-shirt down over her naked torso, watching as her nipples tightened under the touch of his fingers before tugging her shirt down over them. She skimmed her hands down his chest, her nails lightly grazing his smooth skin, hearing his breath catch in his throat, feeling his muscles tighten under her light touch as she brushed her fingers over his abdomen. She looked up at him as he lightly caressed her breasts again, her eyes slowly closing as she drew in an uneven breath, biting back a moan as he ran his fingers over and around her nipples, caressing them through her shirt till they hardened even more. "Jacob," she whispered, opening her eyes as his hands left her breasts entirely, leaving them aching for more of his touch.

He grabbed her pants and stepped back, holding them out for her to put her feet through the leg opening, pulling them up her calves to her knees, bunching them at her thighs as he grabbed her shoes and knelt on the floor, smiling at the feel of her fingers as she ran them through his hair as he slipped her sneakers back on her bare feet, covering up her hot pink polished toenails, and quickly retied the laces before straightening. "Stand up," he said softly, helping her slide off the desk, his gaze focused on her nest of tight blonde curls and slightly swollen labia as he pulled up her pants, tugging up the zipper and fastening the button. He skimmed his hands around her hips to caress the curve of her ass, giving it an affectionate squeeze as he pulled her closer.

He bit back a groan when he felt her hands glide around his bare ribs and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Don't you ever let a man treat you any less then the way I am right now. Yes, I wanted to fuck you hard, but I still would have taken care of you afterwards." He pulled back from her and reached up, cupping her chin in his hand, tipping her head back so he could see into her eyes. "If they don't put forth the effort to give you that extra special care, then you don't deserve them, Maddie. There's a lot more to intimacy than just sex."

Madison slowly ran her hands around his sides, her fingers curling against his back as he pulled her closer, resting her cheek on his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart, wondering if there was another man like him out there, because she could never have this one holding her right here. She gazed up at him when he tipped her chin up, listening to him, letting his words sink in. Her mother explained the birds and the bees to her but never everything else, never the feelings that she was going to have, and never how a man should treat her, her dad had taken on that important role and taught her how to defend herself if she was ever mistreated.

But Jacob had taken it one step further and made her feel, made her see how she should be treated even if he couldn't teach her everything. "I wish I could just have you. I know we can never do this again, but I want to. So bad. And I know I will never forget it." She ran her hands higher up his bare back, digging her fingers into the indentation of his muscles along his spine as she stood on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. "You forgot my underwear," she whispered against his mouth.

Jacob knew it was the orgasm talking, but, oh how he wished he could have her, too. He softly kissed her and gazed down at her, at her unconfined breasts plumped against his chest swelling over the neckline of her T-shirt. "It was mine and especially your pleasure. And I hope you remember it always," he rasped as a slow smile turned up the corner of his mouth, his hand caressing the curve of her ass in her pants and giving the firm globe one last squeeze. He released his hold on her and took a step away, reaching for his shirt on the desk. He pulled his shirt on and buttoned it back up, leaving the top two undone, jamming the tails into his trousers before he finished fastening his pants and belt. He gazed down at her as she leaned against the edge of his desk, watching him. "Sorry, but I tore your thong. I'll buy you a new one and your bra just gets in the way."

He looked around the desk and at the papers that were strewn across the floor from when he had hastily sent everything flying to make room for her on the desk. "Have you seen my glasses? I can't drive without them. Never mind. I found them," he said, bending down and picking up his glasses from where they had landed against the leg of the desk, slipping them on before shoving all the papers back into the folder and tossing it on the desk. He straightened. "I'll walk you out to the front," he said as he ushered her towards the door, quickly bringing an end to what they had shared.

Madison dug her keys out of her backpack and picked it up from where he had dropped it on the floor by the door and slipped the strap over her shoulder, stepping outside as he opened the door, locking it behind them. She walked down the breezeway beside him as they made their way through the school towards the double doors that led out to the front, thankful that there was no one else on the campus, not that every sound that they had made could be heard through the brick walls and steel door anyway.

"I had to park in the side lot this morning," she said as they stepped outside, feeling the subtle brush of his fingers over the bare skin on her lower back as they got further away from the main building, sending a tingling sensation up her spine. She unlocked the truck with a push of a button and stepped back as he reached around her and opened the door. She tossed her backpack onto the passenger seat and climbed up behind the wheel, turning in the seat to face him, looking at him now the way she would never be able to look at him in the morning with her classmates around her. "Jacob--"

"Don't say anything to ruin this right now, Maddie, that's my job," Jacob said as he curled his hand around the top of the door frame, looking at her as she sat there facing him. He stepped around the door, blocking the view from the road with his body just in case a vehicle happened to drive by, and reached up with his other hand, brushing the back of his fingers back and forth over her cheek, touching her one last time. "Everything goes back to normal in the morning. You have a little over three weeks until graduation, try to act like nothing happened because I sure as hell won't be able to while I sit at my desk. I'll change your grade tomorrow, but you still need to get most of your missing assignments done. As much as I would like to keep them..."

He dropped his hand from her cheek and reached into the pocket of his trousers, pulling out her bra and torn panties, handing them to her. "They look better on you." He reached up one last time and brushed his fingers over the slight rash that covered the length of her neck. "You've got whisker burn on the side of your neck. You better put some moisturizer on it when you get home and wear your hair down for the next couple of days. You probably have it between your legs, too."

Madison gasped, her eyes widening. She had felt the light scratch of his stubble, she just never thought that it would leave marks on her skin. "You're joking, right?" she practically shrieked, tossing her underwear in the passenger seat, scoffing at his chuckle. She quickly turned in her seat and tilted the rearview mirror down far enough so she could see the side of her neck and the red rash that brightened her skin from her ear to her shoulder, suddenly feeling the irritation that came along with it. He wasn't joking, and worse, he was proud of himself. "I can't go home with this! My mom will see it and know exactly what it is!" She turned back around to face him, glaring at him as a cocky, triumphant smile came to his face that she wanted to smack right off. "How--"

Jacob grabbed hold of her chin in his hand, looking into her eyes filled with sheer panic as he slowly smiled that cocky smile again. He hadn't sent a girl home to her parents with any kind of lust filled marks on their skin since he was eighteen, and three other times in college. "Sorry, but I haven't been clean shaven since I was twenty-two. Just tell her it's an allergic reaction and be thankful that I didn't leave any hickeys on your neck, just the one on the inside of your thigh." He dropped his gaze to her mouth, to the fullness of her lips, swearing under his breath as she unconsciously wet them with the tip of her tongue. "God dammit, I want to kiss you so bad but none of this can ever happen again. Go home, Maddie, I'll see you in class first thing tomorrow morning," he grated out, his words harsh once again. He stepped back far enough so he could close the door once she turned in the seat.

Madison fastened her seatbelt and pressed the ignition button, all the while watching out the windshield as Jacob walked over to the sidewalk, stepping up on it and leaning his shoulder against the brick wall as he shoved his hands into his pants pockets, his gaze focused on her, waiting for her to leave. She looked at her reflection in the mirror again and reached back to pull the elastic band from her hair, running her fingers through the length of her long locks and draping some of it over her shoulders, hiding her unconfined breasts and the red marks on her neck the best she could, readjusting the mirror. Maybe if she was in bed before her mom got home in the evening, she wouldn't suspect a thing. She shifted the truck into reverse and backed out of the parking spot, rolling out of the side lot, looking at him in the rearview mirror one last time as he walked along the side of the building. Her mom was the least of her worries, she didn't know how she was going to step foot inside her English classroom in the morning and sit there with all her other classmates staring at Jacob--Mr. Bradford--knowing what had happened inside that room after the door was locked.

She was fucked, even if he hadn't fucked her.

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To Be Continued...