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"Well, Mason, you should head out of here before the drill."
"Mmhmm."
"Are you alright, Mason?" The janitor continues to talk through the door while Madison revels in her own sexual freedom. I have to keep myself from shouting at Eddie to leave.
"I'm fine. I'll be done in an hour…"
Madison grabs my cock in hand and drops her mouth to my balls, stroking me to the brink of orgasm. Fuck, I want to be in here a lot longer with her.
"You don't want to be here for the lockdown. All these doors are on a wired system. During the lockdown, the doors stay locked until the fire department or police department comes in to unlock them individually. Just letting you know."
"Fuck me," I whisper as Madison makes me grip the desk, white knuckles and stress-gripping the edge.
Madison pulls away. "I plan to."
"I'll be finished up soon, Eddie. Thanks," I yell.
Relief washes over me as the shadow of his feet moves away from the door. It's just in time as Madison does her damndest to inhale every inch of me until I hit the back of her throat. One more swipe of her tongue, suck of her taut mouth, and massage of her lips around the rim pulls the climax out of me.
Madison swallows every drop before pulling herself away from me. She presses her hands against my knees to push herself to her feet with a smile of victory.
"That's even better than the dream." She smiles and sits on the desk. "I have to admit, Mr Montoya, ahem, Mason, you surprised me."
"How so?" I ask her, checking my watch to see how much longer we have before the alarm bell sounds for the lockdown drill.
"I've never actually had to suck a cock for a passing grade. The insinuation alone usually gets it done, but I'm not disappointed. You're a lot bigger than I imagined and fun."
"I hate to tell you this, Madison, but sucking me off doesn't guarantee you a good grade."
"But—" She stops, her brows scrunching and frustration etching into her face.
"You're under the assumption that I give a fuck about teaching at this school. Your reputation is a double-edged sword, Madison. The male teachers think you're a cock tease. Nice to know they're wrong about that, at least when it comes to me. The female staff thinks you're conniving and indecent. Conniving? No. Indecent. A bit, but I like you that way."
"What the fuck is it going to take to get me to pass this English class, Mason?"
I shrug. "I don't know. How about doing the work, maybe try applying yourself? If you put in half the effort into your assignments that you did in getting me off, I think you'd be ahead of the pack."
"You're fucking crazy. How is this fair? I sucked your dick."
"You liked it, yes?"
"That's not the point, Mason."
"It kind of is. You started this with the lines in that report. Remember? Dreaming of my cock and calling you Mrs. Montoya. That has a nice ring to it, but I'm more interested in why you're not doing the assignment."
"It's because I don't know what I'm going to do after I graduate. I have no fucking idea. All I need to do is graduate and then the world is my oyster."
"Why do you believe that all you have to do is graduate?" I ask her. The sexual tension between us is dissipating as I delve deeper into the reason we're here in the first place.
"Because that's the agreement I have with my parents. The Nichols want their daughter to go to some Ivy League undergrad. Afterward, I'd attend another Ivy League law school, pass the bar, intern at my father's practice where my mother is the managing partner. Then I'd do the grunt work until they deem me worthy enough to practice corporate law."
"Do you want to be a lawyer?"
"Not with them, I don't. The agreement to avoid that horrific plan is to graduate high school. As long as I get a job to support myself, I don't get to ask them for a penny, but I get to live at home until I get on my feet."
"That's…, interesting." A plan forms in my head. "I think I have a way to help you pass this class and maybe sort the issues out of your post-graduation plans."
"Really?" She raises an eyebrow and folds her arms over her breasts. She has such amazing tits. I want to bury my face between them. She tastes sweet, and the flavor of her neck, her mouth—it's still with me from yesterday.
