**Detention with Mikayla**

It was after school, and I was stuck in detention again. So was Mikayla, the blonde who loved bending the rules—along with everything else. She wore her skirt way too short, her lip gloss always shining, and that fucking smirk that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

We weren’t supposed to talk, but when the teacher stepped out for a smoke, Mikayla leaned over and whispered, *”Got any cigarettes?”*

I didn’t, but I knew what she was really asking for.

She bit her lip, eyes flicking toward the bathroom door down the hall. One look, and I was hard. Five seconds later, we were slipping inside, locking the stall door behind us.

Mikayla didn’t waste time. Her fingers were already under my waistband, yanking my jeans down before I could think. My cock sprang free, already thick and leaking. She grinned, wrapping her fingers around me and giving a slow stroke. *”Knew you wanted this,”* she purred.

Then she dropped to her knees.

Her mouth was hot and wet around my tip, tongue swirling just under the head. I groaned, grabbing the back of her head, but she slapped my hand away. *”Let me work,”* she hissed. Then she swallowed me deeper, lips stretched tight, cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

Fuck. The way her throat flexed—I could feel every inch of her tight muscles swallowing me down. She gagged a little, spit dripping down her chin, but she didn’t stop. Her eyes watered, but she kept looking up at me, lips locked around my dick like she was made for it.

*”Your mouth—”* I growled, pushing my hips forward, testing her limits.

Mikayla moaned around my cock, taking me deeper, until my tip was nudging the back of her throat. She sucked hard, bobbing faster, spit slicking up my shaft. I grabbed her hair, forcing her down, watching her lips stretch as I fucked into that tight heat.

She gagged, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she reached up, squeezing my balls, making me groan.

*”You love this, don’t you?”* I muttered, thrusting deeper.

Mikayla’s answer was to swallow around me, throat clenching so tight I almost came right there.

Then—footsteps.

We froze. Someone was outside the bathroom.

Mikayla didn’t stop. She sucked harder, faster, like she was daring me to make noise. My fingers twisted in her hair as I fucked her throat in short, rough strokes, her spit dripping onto the floor.

*”Fuck, I’m gonna—”*

She pulled back just enough to gasp, *”Do it.”*

I shoved her down one last time, cock buried in her throat as I came, hips jerking. She swallowed every drop, lips still wrapped around me, throat working to take it all.

When I pulled out, she wiped her mouth and grinned. *”Detention’s way more fun with you.”*

I yanked her up, kissing her hard, tasting myself on her tongue.

Yeah. We’d be staying late again.