Chapter 2

MADISON

2

The new teacher is one of the hottest guys in this school. Mr. Montoya has deep brown eyes that look stronger than coffee. The way the light bounces off his black hair makes him look like a Hollywood actor. A deep tan covers his face that tells me he gets it from the sun, rather than some beach babe spraying him with a bronzer.

"Thank you for finally coming to our appointment, Miss Nichols." The depth of his voice sends a chill down my core. This feels like more than a schoolgirl crush.

There's youth in his eyes, but his mannerisms reek of maturity. Someone who makes smart choices and I'm almost certain that he's going to make what I have to do difficult. I need to pass without investing too much effort. Why should I have to work hard the last few weeks of the semester?

"It's only right that I show up after you failed me. I apologize for taking so long. I had to run home and change. I have plans after this." His eyes are glued to me as I twirl in the mini dress I put on specifically for this reason. I can't fail this class or any other class for that matter.

"I hope those plans include rewriting your essay and presentation regarding your plans after graduation. I want it on my desk tomorrow morning." His tone demands I take him seriously, but I don't have time for this.

Narrowing my gaze at the ridiculously handsome teacher, I lean over the desk, letting my tits sit directly on his papers with my cleavage in his face. "How about you and me work something out?"

"Miss Nichols," he says, clearing his throat and backing away in his seat. Mr. Montoya stands to his full 6-plus-something height, taking small steps across the small office to stand by the door. His hand cradles his forehead as he takes a deep breath before adjusting his crotch.

This opportunity is perfect to show him I forgot to wear panties under my short dress. I remain in the position, bending over the edge of his desk, but glancing over my shoulder. Surely, he has to be thinking about having sex with me. The distraction and possibility of a scandal can make him change his mind about this assignment and my grade.

"Yes, Mr. Montoya?" I ask him, wiggling my bare ass because I know he can't help but peek under my dress.

"For Christ's sake, sand, uh, stand up and have a seat," he says, tossing his eyes around the room to avoid looking under my dress.

"Fine." I huff and sit in his chair. "I like this chair. It's comfortable. Although I'm guessing there's a much more comfortable seat in this office."

"Right," he says, blatantly ignoring my innuendo of sitting on his face. This is going to be tough.

Normally, the guys fold quicker than this. They're ready to do what I want for the mere chance to sniff my pussy. I've bent over to give Mr. Montoya a full preview, and he's behaving like he doesn't want me.

"As I was saying, Miss Nichols, I want your essay and presentation on my desk tomorrow morning before nine."

"That's not enough time."

He cuts me off with a hand in the air. "You've had the same time as everyone else in the class. The fact you decided not to turn it in or give it the slightest bit of effort is your problem. You should take your own advice, Miss Nichols. If you were the best student in Miss Adelaide's class, then maybe the rules wouldn't apply. However, I'm doing you a favor and bending them for you. I know that me showing up and taking over is a curveball for most of you."

"I need help, then," I tell him. "You have to help me because you're the teacher and I'm requesting it."

He laughs. "You make a lot of demands, Miss Nichols. Do people just do what you tell them to do?"

I take the opportunity to get up from his chair, swaying my hips to make my dress move with the curves of my body. There's hope that some of my perfume entices Mr. Montoya to come in for a better sniff. He backs up with every step I take closer to him.

"Most people do. You can bend the rules for another day. Give me more than a few hours to get this done, or perhaps I can help you bend…" I allow my voice to trail off, running my hand down his chest.

"You don't want to do that, Miss Nichols."

His warning sets off something deep inside of me, tremors to my pussy that ricochet across my body.

"I want to do much more than this if you let me," I whisper, stretching onto the tips of my toes but letting my hand graze his crotch. The slightest bit of firmness tells me he's not completely immune to me, and I want him to go with it. I push myself closer, pressing my tits against him and going in for a kiss.

He moves his head to the left, and I go to the right. My mouth misses his but captures his earlobe between my lips. I suck it gently before pulling away slowly. "My apologies, Mr. Montoya. I don't know what's come over me."

In a matter of seconds, Mr. Montoya grips my wrists and spins me so my back is against the door. There's a slight twitch in his upper lip before he bites his lower. My heart races as he leans in, nuzzling against my neck. The slightest graze of his tongue just under my ear has my nipples hardening with anticipation.

When he pulls back, my eyes drag their gaze down his body where his crotch is tight. There's something hard behind the zipper that's in desperate need to be free. Once it is, he'll have no choice but to pass me. Right?

"You think that because you make my dick hard, you're in control." He growls before kissing my neck and moving up along my jawline until he reaches my mouth where he doesn't kiss me. He lets his tongue taste my lips, glossy with a hint of watermelon from my lip balm.

"I only want more time to finish my assignment. You can't give me a failing grade. I've already been left behind once. I need to graduate and get out of this shithole."

"Your candor is appreciated," Mr. Montoya says, his voice raspy with desire. Letting go of his inhibitions, he goes far beyond what a man in his position should. His mouth conquers mine, stealing a kiss and pushing his tongue against mine. A soft whimper escapes me as he pins me against the door to his office.

In and out, round and round, his tongue over mine. My tongue over his. His hands drop from my wrists, yanking the collar of my dress even lower to pull my breast out to play with my nipple. His other hand dips to the hem of my dress, cupping my pussy before sliding two fingers between my folds and circling my entrance.

The way my pulse races with anticipation has me on edge, ready to explode. However, just as fast as it began, it ends. Mr. Montoya pulls away, releasing his grasp and wiping his mouth with a smug grin.

"Now, since that's out of the way, I expect to see your assignment on my desk no later than nine. Thank you for your time, Miss Nichols. You're dismissed." He returns to his seat as if the last few minutes never happened.

"I'll tell the principal about your behavior," I warn him.

"Good, you should tell Principal Paulson about your refusal to do any work all semester for Miss Adelaide. Your grades speak for themselves, Miss Nichols. Additionally, the replacement teacher, the only one available with the experience and know-how to take over the class without setting the students back, uh, how would you classify this exchange between us?"

"You seduced me. You're much older and said I needed to kiss you to pass."

He nods. "It sounds good, but it's not believable. What's more believable is you came in here to intimidate me, and when I didn't buckle, you made up this story about me seducing you in order to get me removed. Remember how I asked if people just do what you ask?"

My eyes can barely stomach looking at him. He got a kiss out of me, to touch me, to feel me, and I still have work to do. That doesn't seem fair.

"Yeah."

"Aww, don't be sad, Miss Nichols. Your habits of being the best and bending the rules can change at any moment, remember? When it comes to dealing with me, you're trying to be the best, but I'm better. I'm not one of those people who will jump to help you skate by. Now, you have an assignment to do and bending over to show me that beautiful pink pussy of yours isn't going to give you any more time to finish it."

"Fine." I hiss and push away from him. Mr. Montoya's delight irritates me as I leave his office. My plans for the day are ruined. Going home to finish an assignment that should have been done weeks ago has my ego in the toilet. But I'm determined to have it on his desk by tomorrow morning.

Sleep finds me around one in the morning after finishing a project that amounts to outright obstinance in choosing my life path after graduating high school. With a copy of my report printed out the next morning, I choose my best 'fuck me' outfit that's allowed on school grounds and make my way to school.

The bell's already ringing to tell me I'm late, but I want to see the look on his face while reading my report. I also want everyone else in that stupid class to roll their eyes in defeat after they realize I completed the assignment. However, when I roll into class, the room is empty except for Mr. Montoya.

"Where is everyone?" I ask him.

He doesn't bother looking up from the book he's reading as he answers me, "Auditorium. Something about an emergency assembly regarding ethics and code of conduct between students and faculty. Leave your assignment and head down, Miss Nichols. Thank you."

The sound of my report slamming onto the desk echoes around the empty room. He doesn't even glance in my direction. I want him to look at me, stare at me, kiss me again.

"Give me a passing grade on that. I slaved over it all night long."

His eyes shift to the papers I slapped onto the desk. After flipping the cover page over, he reads the page and shakes his head.

"I'll see you after school, Miss Nichols. This is unacceptable, and we need to discuss your future. You need to join your classmates in the auditorium. I expect you in my office no later than five."

"Fine." I put on a show that I'm annoyed by this inconvenience, but it's what I want. I want to be alone in his office because maybe then we can truly finish what we started.