The classroom was silent, long after the final bell had rung. Desks sat in neat rows, the chalkboard half-erased, sunlight bleeding through the blinds in faint golden strips.
Maya sat in the front row, chewing on her pen cap, pretending to work on the lines she'd been told to write for punishment. Detention for "talking back" had never bothered her before. But today was different. Today it was just her and Mr. Carver.
He leaned against the teacher's desk, arms crossed, his white shirt rolled up at the sleeves. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, a presence that filled the room without him having to say a word. His eyes flicked over her once, deliberate enough to make her thighs press together under the desk.
"You've got a smart mouth, Maya," he said finally, voice low and rough.
"And you've got a short temper," she fired back, though the words came out softer than she intended.
He smirked, walking toward her desk. "Careful. Keep talking like that and I'll have to find another way to shut you up."
Her pen slipped from her fingers. Heat crawled up her neck, pooling low in her stomach. She should've laughed it off, but the weight of his gaze rooted her to the chair. When he stopped at her desk, close enough for her to breathe in the faint scent of his cologne, she tilted her chin up.
"What if I don't want to be quiet?" she whispered.
The air between them snapped. Mr. Carver's hand landed on the desk, caging her in. His other hand slid into her hair, tilting her head back until she was forced to meet his eyes.
"Then I'll make you beg," he murmured.
Her pulse hammered. Her lips parted, but no sound came. That was all the permission he needed. His mouth crashed against hers, hot and demanding, stealing the breath right out of her lungs. She moaned before she could stop herself, clutching at his shirt as he kissed her harder, deeper, his tongue claiming every inch of her mouth.
The kiss broke only when he tugged her out of the chair, spinning her to face the desk. His hands slid up her thighs, dragging her skirt higher as his teeth grazed the back of her neck. "Been watching you all semester," he admitted between ragged kisses. "You drive me fucking crazy."
Her breath hitched. "Then do something about it."
He groaned, pressing her chest down against the cool wood of the desk as he pushed into her from behind. The sudden fullness made her cry out, knuckles whitening as she gripped the edge. He didn't give her time to adjust, thrusting deep and hard, each stroke sending shocks of pleasure tearing through her. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the empty classroom, loud and obscene.
Her nails scratched over the surface of the desk, her cries muffled against her arm. Mr. Carver's hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back so her moans spilled into the air. "That's it," he growled in her ear. "Let them hear how bad you need it."
Her body burned, desperate, trembling. Every thrust pushed her closer, until she shattered with a sharp cry, legs shaking as the climax tore through her. But he didn't stop. He fucked her through it, holding her hips steady as he chased his own release. His grunts grew ragged, rough, until he finally gave in with a deep, guttural groan, spilling inside her as he collapsed against her back.
The classroom stank of sex and sweat, her body still buzzing, his weight pinning her down. For a long moment neither of them moved, just the sound of their harsh breathing filling the silence.
When he finally straightened, he tugged her skirt back into place, though his smirk told her exactly what he was thinking. "Detention's not over yet," he said, brushing his lips against her ear. "You'll be back tomorrow."
Maya turned, flushed and wrecked, but smiling. "Then I'll be sure to misbehave again."
And as he kissed her once more, deep and filthy, she knew she'd never look at detention the same way again.
Maya's lips were still tingling when he pulled back, though his hand stayed curled around her jaw, his thumb stroking the damp corner of her mouth like he couldn't stand to let go.
"You taste like sin," Mr. Carver murmured, his eyes dark with a hunger that hadn't been satisfied, not really. "And I'm not finished with you yet."
She shivered, the words sending a thrill racing down her spine. She thought it was over, that their reckless moment on the desk had been the peak of it. But the look in his eyes told her otherwise.
Before she could catch her breath, he lifted her, strong arms hooking under her thighs. She gasped, clinging to his shoulders as he carried her to the back of the classroom, where the shadows stretched thicker. He sat her on top of his desk this time, scattering papers and pens to the floor.
"You want to misbehave?" His fingers tugged her blouse open, exposing flushed skin still marked with his kisses. "Then you're going to do exactly what I tell you."
Maya's knees fell open around him, her skirt bunched high at her hips. She was already wet again, throbbing with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but he teased her mercilessly, stroking along her inner thigh and stopping just short of where she needed him most.
"Please," she whispered, breathless.
He smirked, brushing his thumb over her swollen lower lip. "There's that begging I promised."
This time, when he sank into her, it was slower, deeper, forcing her to feel every inch. Maya's head fell back, a raw moan spilling out as her hands clutched at the desk's edge for balance. He thrust steadily, deliberately, stretching out the rhythm until she writhed against him, her body arching to take more.
The sound of their skin slapping filled the quiet room, joined by her desperate whimpers and his low, guttural grunts. He grabbed one of her thighs, pushing it higher, spreading her wider until she was completely open to him. The position made her cry out, her whole body trembling with the intensity.
"Look at me," Mr. Carver demanded. His voice left no room for argument.
Her eyes flew open, locking on his, and the sight nearly undid her. His jaw was clenched, sweat slicking his temple, his gaze burning into her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. The intimacy of it, raw and unrelenting, pushed her higher until she was gasping his name, begging for release.
"Come for me again, Maya," he growled, grinding into her harder. "I want to feel it. Now."
The command broke her. Her climax ripped through her in violent waves, her body convulsing as she screamed against his shoulder. He followed soon after, thrusts erratic until he emptied himself inside her with a hoarse groan, his face buried in her neck.
For a long moment, they stayed tangled, his weight pressing her down against the cool wood, her body trembling in the aftermath. When he finally pulled back, he didn't bother fixing the mess of papers on the floor. Instead, he smoothed her hair back, pressing a softer kiss to her swollen lips.
"Tomorrow," he whispered, voice still rough from release. "Same time."
Maya's smile was wicked, her eyes gleaming despite the exhaustion in her limbs. "You'd better keep me after school every day, Mr. Carver. Or I might just misbehave in front of everyone."
He chuckled darkly, zipping up his slacks, though his gaze lingered on her flushed body perched on his desk. "Careful, Maya. If you tempt me like that again, detention will last all night."
She slid off the desk on shaky legs, gathering her books with a smirk. "Then maybe that's exactly what I want."
As she slipped out of the classroom, her skirt still rumpled and her lips swollen from his kisses, she knew one thing for certain, detention had become her favorite class of all.