We make it to my bedroom with only one minor mishap that has me stopping our kisses, but the way she pulls my hair when I start to remove myself from her lips has me crashing them back down on hers. I’m about to drop her down on the bed when she finally tears herself away, leaning back and looking at me. Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is ragged. I can’t help that my eyes travel south to where her chest is heaving, and I watch as her breasts rise and fall with every breath.

“Kale, I don’t—” she says, but I decide to cut her off, having heard this same speech before. The thing is, I don’t care. Past is the past, and all I care about right now is getting between her legs, her writhing on the bed, unable to get enough.

Leaning in, I capture her lips with mine, effectively shutting her up. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I know, I know. You don’t normally do this. I’ll let you be a bad girl tonight. Your secret’s safe with me,” I tell her in between kisses, and I’m taken aback when she pulls away from me and grabs my face with both of her hands.

She glares at me, and I can’t tell if it’s mocking or not. “Fuck you, Kale.” I’m about to say, “Please do,” but she keeps going. “I’m no innocent little good girl. That’s not where I was going. What I was going to say, before you so rudely interrupted me, was that I don’t have sex without a condom. You know, just putting it out there before we get in over our heads here,” she informs me with a smirk.

You know those moments where you think, Where have you been all my life? This could’ve been one of those. Lucy Dawson is unapologetically sexual, and I can already tell I’m going to have a hard time getting enough.

“All right then, bad girl. You have nothing to worry about. I always wrap it up. Even if I’m in over my head, a condom always covers that one,” I say, repeating her words.

Apparently done with the conversation, Lucy loosens her legs and slides down my body. When she lifts my t-shirt, I allow her to slide it up until she can’t reach anymore. Grabbing the hem, I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it on the ground. Lucy’s hands are placed firmly on my chest, and she slides them down as she feels my muscular torso. Just like they did when she checked me out for the first time, her eyes take in every single inch of my bare skin as her hands trace over every hard ridge.

“Impressive,” she tells me, her eyes reaching mine, looking appreciative of the sight before her.

When her hand comes to the waistband of my jeans, her fingers make quick work of unbuttoning them. She slides the zipper down, and I inhale sharply when her small hand slips into my boxer briefs and she grips my erection.

She looks up at me, a playful smile crossing her lips. “Just checking to make sure there wasn’t some unforeseen reason why you’re so opposed to those Scantrons. But now I see the problem. You don’t exactly have the right equipment.”

The hell I don’t. I grab her other hand and bring it to the outside of my jeans, forcing her to feel all of me with both hands. “Not sure what kind of equipment you’ve been experimenting with, Lucy, but I guarantee I have more than enough to fill in every single fucking bubble.”

She takes her hand out of my boxers and slides it around my back, pulling my ass into her. My hard dick’s pressed against her waist, and she looks up at me. “Exactly, Montgomery. Those ‘fucking Scantrons’ only work with pencil, and well, you definitely don’t qualify.”

I shake my head as I realize what she’s saying, and I’m pretty sure my cock swells, knowing it just got a pretty damn good compliment. This innuendo is turning me on, and I’m more than ready to be inside her.

Her hands come back around my waist and push my jeans down. I step out of them when they land at my feet. I’m left in nothing but my black boxer briefs and looking at Lucy, who is still completely dressed, sexy as hell in her dirty schoolteacher outfit. I’m happy as hell she came prepared sans panties. I want to bend her over and fuck her while she’s still in that skirt and those boots, and she’s already done her part in giving me easy access.

She takes a step back, and her eyes rake over me. As she sucks in her bottom lip, she eyes me approvingly. As sexy as I find her in that outfit, I want to see a little more skin, so I close the distance between us. Bringing my hands up to her top, I watch her eyes as I slowly unfasten each button, more than ready to see her bare skin. After I push the shirt off her shoulders, it falls to the floor. I’m slightly disappointed when I see a black lacy tank top still covering her. It doesn’t matter. It’s just one more layer to enjoy peeling off.

My hands move to her tiny waist, and I slip them beneath the thin material. My thumbs rub the skin on her back, but apparently Ms. Dawson’s feeling impatient, because she brings her own hands up and quickly removes the tank top. My eyes falls to the black lacy bra that barely contains her breasts.

As I watch them rise and fall with each anticipating breath, my hands slide up her back until they reach the clasp of her bra, undoing it with one flick. I use one hand to pull it off her and nearly groan watching as I uncover her perky tits. I can’t wait to get my hands, my mouth, my teeth on her hard, pink nipples, but apparently she has other plans. Lucy’s hands move to the waistband of her skirt, and she hooks her thumbs in preparation to take it off. I stop her.

“Leave it, Ms. Dawson,” I request, still wanting her to stay in the skirt and boots so I can continue this naughty-teacher scenario.

Her eyes darken with lust at my request, and she does as I’ve asked. I tighten my grip around her so our bare chests are touching skin to skin. Wrapping a hand up in her hair, I bring my lips down to hers again, kissing her hungrily. The feel of her pebbled nipples against my chest has my dick roaring, ready to make my exploration of her body. Her hands stroke my back until they fall to my ass, and her hands slide into my boxers, her fingers gripping me.

“Time for you to lose these,” she whispers against my lips.

Pushing her back towards the bed, I don’t stop until her legs hit the edge of it. “We’ve got time, baby,” I tell her, but I know I’m equally as eager as she is.

She falls on the bed and scoots back, letting me take in the whole sight of her lying nearly naked on my sheets. I’m still standing on the edge of the bed, mesmerized as I take in every single inch. As much as I want to screw her in her getup, I want her naked even more. Moving to take off one of her boots, I barely get the zipper down before she pulls it away.

“Kale, we do have time. We’ve got all night to do whatever dirty things your dick desires. Right now though? I want you to fuck me. Hard, fast, not stopping until I come.”

Who am I to say no to a request like that? I release her leg and decide that I’m going to do exactly what she wants. She watches as I remove my boxers, her eyes not making it a secret that she likes what she sees. Getting up on all fours, she crawls towards me. Before I realize what she’s doing, she licks the top of my cock, causing it to twitch at the contact. A hand comes up to grip my ass as she takes my dick into her mouth, first sucking on the head, then continuing on until she reaches the base. Sucking for a few seconds, she slowly slides back up to the tip. She looks up at me, and our eyes lock. It takes everything in me not to grip her hair, forcing her to take more of me again.

As if she can read my mind, she brings a hand up to grip me and moves back down, alternating between sucking and licking in perfect succession with her hand moving up and down on my cock. I bring a hand to the top of her head, lightly pushing, letting her know that it feels so fucking good and she better not stop. Watching her is a complete turn on, and I notice that she’s closed her eyes, giving the act her entire attention. I know I should stop her if I want to get inside her sweet pussy, but good fucking God can this girl give a blowjob. As I feel my balls begin to tighten, I remove my hand from her head, grab the base of my dick, and slowly pull it out of her mouth. She whimpers at the lost treat, but the lustful look I see as her eyes open lets me know that she’s ready for me.