His intense blue eyes met her emerald orbs and her heart skipped a beat. She watched as he grabbed his black case from his chair and walked towards the door.

"I have a meeting to be at," he paused, as if he was resenting the idea of it. "I'll be back in an hour."

As he reached to open the door, he turned back to her to add, "Don't bother trying to do the disappearing act, Miss Gray. I have eyes everywhere in these hallways." He cocked his head to make his point.

She didn't bother to give him a reply, nor did he wait for it. She sighed. He might be a huge pain in the ass when it came to performing his duties as a disciplinary teacher but damn, he was sure one very, very hot and cute pain.

She looked around the classroom, now void of life except for her – and the goldfish behind the class. The blackboard was still scribbled with some algebra; it was never her favorite subject. The hands of the clock ticked slowly by; another hour of detention for not paying attention in his class. But who could ever blame her? Surely his godlike body was more worthy of her attention than French.

Having nothing else better to do, she got up and strolled to his desk. His array of books littered his brown desk and she noticed that he had left his coat hanging on his swivel chair. Oh, my.

His coat, his scent. This was just an opportunity too big to pass up. She sank into his chair and took his coat, bunching the collar against her nose. His cologne was just intoxicating and she felt a surge of juices from her pussy.

She took a deep breath. He did say that he wouldn't be back for another hour so she was at least safe till then. Without hesitation, she pulled up her standard uniform skirt to reveal her white panties and slipped a finger inside to rub her clit. Sure enough, she was already soaking wet.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she rubbed herself in a circular motion while inhaling his masculine scent. She imagined his long fingers, the ones that were normally wrapped around the chalk, skillfully teasing the lips of her pussy.

Her heart was beating wildly against her chest as she thought about the very situation she was in – masturbating on his chair, in his classroom, with his coat. This was as wild as it could ever get for her.

As she increased the pace of her finger, her moans intensified, though she was careful to keep it low enough so as not to be heard by anyone roaming the hallways. But her body was already on its way to heaven as she imagined all the naughty things he could do to her. It wasn't until she heard a stifled groan that wasn't from her lips that she realized she wasn't alone.

It was him. He stood at the door, lips slightly parted at the sight of her. Whether he did it consciously or unconsciously, she didn't know, but his tongue flicked out to lick his lips. She didn't have time to process her thoughts or to save her last strand of dignity. She just froze.

He got over the shock much quicker than she did, stalking over to his desk, deep blue eyes locked on hers. Her breathing became erratic; she was almost certain she would die from a cardiac arrest right there and then from the embarrassment. Wishing that the ground would just swallow her whole, she prayed to all the deities that he wouldn't send her to the principal's office.

"Miss Gray," he spoke quietly in a tone deeper than his normal voice. "My coat, please."

He nodded at the article of clothing she held in her hand and she handed it back to him. How the hell could he even remain this calm? It was only when she glanced down from the intensity of his gaze that she noticed the bulge in his khakis.

Without saying another word, he turned on his heels and strode to the door. Perhaps, she thought, there really was a deity.

xoxoxo

It was dark, but luckily not too dirty. She was sitting under his desk, which was covered at the sides and the front, concealing her from everyone except the person sitting on the swivel chair. Him.

She glanced up at the classroom clock – five more minutes to his next class in this very classroom. She could already hear footsteps shuffling into the room and the noise level was increasing steadily.

The sound of the door closing and the sudden silence indicated only one thing – he was here. She smiled; he was always early to class, even if it was free period. The silence only lasted for two seconds as sounds of chitter-chatter began to escalate again. She held her breath as she waited for him to make his way to his desk.

At first, he didn't notice her as she sat at the furthest right corner of the desk and he managed to take his seat. It was only when he tried to push his chair further in that he caught sight of her. He looked her up and down and up again to settle on her bosoms. From his higher position, she knew that he could see her cleavage as she had unbuttoned the first two buttons of her white shirt.

He didn't say anything as he tore his eyes away to glance around the classroom. After what felt like an eternity, he folded his arms on the desk and rested his head on them. His eyes met hers.

"What are you doing under my desk, Miss Gray?" he hissed softly.

She gave him her most sultry eyes as her answer. She shifted nearer to him and kneeled in front of him. She put a finger to her lips before moving her hands to remove his belt. One of his hands moved down to stop her as he sucked in a breath.

"Mr. Cooper, are you alright?" a student asked. Probably one of those who suck up to teachers, she thought as she stopped her hand.

He looked up and managed a weak smile. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Just a minor migraine."

"I could go and get the nurse for you," she offered a little too cheerily.

"No, Miss Kingsley," he answered a tone too loud. He added in a softer voice, "I'm fine."

She stifled a laugh as he regained his earlier posture and gave her a pained look. "Miss Gray, please. I beg you; don't do this."

"I know you want this as much as I do. Just relax and let me teach you a whole new world of pleasure." Her voice was a soft, seductive whisper.

Her hands moved to undo his belt again and this time, he didn't try to stop her. She took a deep breath as she slowly unzipped him to reveal his blue briefs, strained against his erection. She never took him as a briefs kind of man, but then again, she never thought she would ever get to do this with him either.

His glassy eyes watched her as she took his member out of his briefs; it was a proud seven inches. She lowered his chair to make it easier for herself; she didn't need a stiff neck. Once she was close enough, she looked up at him and caught his gaze as she flicked out her tongue to lick his tip.

He bit his lips to choke back a moan. No longer holding back, she took him all the way in her mouth, suppressing her gag reflex. Her left hand pumped the bottom of his shaft in sync with her head bobbing up and down along the top.

He tasted every bit as good as he smelled and she readily lapped up his beads of pre-cum. He was breathing hard now, struggling to remain quiet. She never stopped her administrations; occasionally licking his balls.

"Mr. Cooper?" the same student called out again. "You look really sick. I think I should really go get the nurse."

His head shot up quickly. "NO! I'm fine!" he said through clenched teeth.

The class must have been taken aback by his outburst as a veil of silence fell upon them. She slowed down but didn't stop; just alternating between sucking and licking his head.

"I'm sorry, Miss Kingsley. But if you would just leave me to rest, I'll be alright," he managed to say in a calmer tone. To the rest of the class, he sternly told them to continue on with what they were doing.

With a sigh, he lowered his head to rest on his arms again. She smiled at him before taking him into her mouth again. He closed his eyes and let out a soft groan.

"Faster…" he murmured.

She was rewarded with a silent curse as she increased her speed, taking him deep in her throat. One of his hands moved down to grip his own thigh tightly and she could hear his heavy breathing; a gasp escaping his lips every now and then. He was close, she knew.

He looked into her green eyes and said in a strangled voice, "I'm coming…"

She didn't stop as she felt spurts of hot liquid fill her mouth. His hands were now covering his face as he rested his elbows on his desk, no doubt trying to muffle his scream of release. His entire body shuddered like he was in a freezer. She couldn't help but smiled as she swallowed and licked the remaining cum off his dick. Damn, he tasted so sweet; she wanted more.

She could only imagine how the ass kisser and maybe the entire class must be staring at him now, though none was brave enough to question him again. What was going on with Mr. Cooper – the teacher who never lazed in class, the one who never lost his cool? She grinned.

When he had recovered, he seemed to be writing something above her on his desk. She could only sit and wait for the class to end before she could leave. She helped him to zip up and to buckle his belt again. No one could have ever guessed what was going on below his desk.

His hand reached down and in it held a piece of paper. She took it and unfolded it quickly. Written in big, red letters was the word DETENTION! She smirked and looked up at him. Their gazes caught for only a quick second before he looked away at the class.

"Alright, you all may leave now," he announced, standing up.

Surprised gasps, small cheers and sounds of chairs scraping against the floor travelled to her ears. She had to admit that she was rather surprised at his action as well. She thought that he would at least wait for the period to end.

As students were leaving the classroom, she heard the girl's voice. "I hope you feel better soon, Mr. Cooper."

Oh, he will.

xoxoxo

The clock on the wall read 1 o'clock in the afternoon. She was already waiting in his classroom. He was late. Mr. Cooper was never late.

She started to worry. Would he even show up? Maybe he was too startled by her advances. Maybe he told the principal. Maybe he was playing her. Maybe…

Her thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the door. He stepped in and shut the door behind him. The audible click that echoed between the walls of the room raised goose bumps on her skin. This was the reality; they were locked inside his classroom alone.

At first he did not move; his eyes just bored into hers for what felt like a really long time. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest and her palms were becoming clammy. She wished that he would just do something, anything, instead of just staring intensely at her – tell her that she's a slut, slap her, kiss her. Anything!

Finally, he took a step forward and his long legs only needed a few strides before he was right in front of her. She was sitting on the edge of his table; the very one under which she had given him a blowjob just earlier in the day.

He nudged her legs apart with his own and stood between them. He placed his hands on either side of her and leaned in so close until his face was only millimeters away from hers that their breaths mingled.

"Miss Gray, you will be the end of me," he whispered.

With that, his lips crashed on to hers. Her eyes fluttered close as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands moved to touch her back as he deepened the kiss. She moaned into his mouth when he slipped his tongue inside.

She pulled his shirt out of his pants and slipped her hands under it to feel his abs. Oh; he really had the body of a god. Trailing her hands downwards, she unbuckled his belt as he kissed a trail of hot kisses down her neck, nibbling softly when he reached the edge of her collar. His hands grabbed her breasts and massaged them with fiery passion, making her arch her back into him.

His pants fell, followed by his briefs. His erection sprang up, even bigger than before. His lust-filled eyes met hers again before they shared another fervent kiss. His long fingers skillfully unbuttoned her white blouse, revealing her cream colored skin contrasted against her black bra.

When they pulled away from the kiss, his hooded eyes looked seriously at her. "Are you sure?"

He was giving her a chance to back out. But did she want to? Hell, no. She was the one who initiated this anyway.

His hands were lingering on the ends of her skirt and she took them in hers, bunching the skirt up to her waist. That was all the encouragement he needed. She was wearing matching black panties today. The corners of his lips rose at the sight.

"You're quite the little devil, Miss Gray," he growled.

One flick of his finger and her panties were on the floor. He pulled her closer to the edge of the desk and positioned his member at her wet entrance. With one hard thrust, he was deep inside and stretching her.

She bit his neck to stifle her moan. A few seconds later, when he was certain that she had stretched enough to accommodate him, he began moving in and out, grabbing her ass to maintain his rhythm. Her arms wrapped around his neck while her fingers pulled at his short brown hair at the nape. She had to clench her mouth to prevent herself from moaning out loud.

Finding that he couldn't move as much as he wanted to, he pushed her down against his desk, scattering his books and making some fall on to the floor. He took her legs and rested them on his shoulder. Holding on to her legs, he could now thrust even deeper.

Her hand moved to cover her mouth as she moaned from the intense pleasure. He was hitting her sweet spot over and over again and it felt so good that she couldn't hold back her moans anymore. Her other hand was clutching at the edge of the desk; her knuckles were probably white as sheets. He pushed into her at a steady rhythm, occasionally pushing her ass up to get a better angle.

Suddenly, he pulled her off the desk and flipped her around; her chest landing heavily with a thud. Her hands were splayed across the desk as he did her hard, doggy-style. She turned her head around to look at him.

Then, he smacked her hard on her ass; she was sure he left a mark. "You've been a very bad girl, Miss Gray."

Another loud smack.

"Oh, yessssss, Mr. Cooper. Punish me," she rasped. She had never felt so turned on in her life before.

He continued to smack her hard while ramming into her pussy. One of his fingers was busy rubbing her clit, making her clench her fists in pure bliss. Soon, she felt her orgasm building and she rocked back into him, matching his rhythm.

She threw her head backwards as the waves and waves of pleasure hit her. His hand quickly covered her mouth as she cried out in satisfaction. The contractions of her pussy made him unable to control himself anymore and he pulled out of her, squirting his cum all over her ass.

She managed to whip her head around to look at his face when he came. He had closed his eyes and his mouth was slightly parted. She could definitely get used to this. He opened his eyes and caught her looking at him.

"Miss Gray," he started in a sexy drawl. "You know what happens when you do something else besides your homework during detention?"

She raised a brow. "More detention?"

"Exactly."

A/N: Please, please, please leave a review. It really makes me feel like writing more for you guys. And remember to review REM It Up as well. It's not getting much (any) love; it's sad =(