**Detention Hall Fantasy**

I never thought Charlotte Evans would be the type to get detention. She was the kind of girl who always had her shit together—perfect grades, perfect hair, perfect fucking everything. But here she was, sitting right across from me in the empty classroom after school, her knee bouncing nervously under the desk.

Mr. Hendricks had left us alone to “reflect on our behavior,” though I was pretty sure he just didn’t care enough to stick around. The second the door clicked shut, I leaned forward, my elbows on the desk. “What’d you do to land yourself in here, Evans?”

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. “None of your business, Carter.”

I smirked. “C’mon, tell me. You’re too much of a good girl to get sent here for nothing.”

She hesitated, then sighed. “I told Mrs. Greene her class was pointless.”

I barked out a laugh. “Damn, Evans. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes, but I saw the way her fingers fidgeted, the way her thighs pressed together under her skirt. She was nervous—or maybe something else.

I leaned in closer. “You know, I heard rumors about you.”

Her breath hitched. “What rumors?”

I grinned. “That you’re not as innocent as you look.”

Her cheeks went even redder, but she didn’t deny it. That was all the encouragement I needed.

I slid out of my seat and walked around to her side of the desk, standing right in front of her. She didn’t move, just stared up at me with those big, dark eyes.

“Tell me to stop,” I murmured, running a finger along the seam of her parted lips.

She didn’t.

I dragged my hand down her neck, over the collar of her shirt, and slipped it inside. She shuddered when I palmed her tits through her bra, her nipples already hard under my fingers.

“Fuck, you’re already turned on,” I muttered, pinching one nipple just to hear her gasp.

She squirmed in her seat, her legs spreading just a little. “We—we can’t,” she whispered, but the way she arched into my touch said otherwise.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and yanked her skirt up. No panties.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned. Her pussy was already glistening, her lips swollen and pink. I ran a finger down her slit, gathering her wetness before pushing it inside.

Charlotte moaned, her hips jerking forward. “Oh my god—”

“Quiet,” I growled, slipping a second finger in and curling them just right. “Or someone’s gonna hear you.”

She bit down on her lip, her body trembling as I fucked her with my fingers. Her cunt was so tight, so fucking hot, and the way she clenched around me had my dick aching.

I leaned in, my breath hot against her clit before I sucked it into my mouth.

Charlotte yelped, her hands flying to my hair to hold me in place as I licked and sucked, her taste flooding my tongue. She was so wet, so fucking desperate, her thighs shaking on either side of my head.

“I’m gonna—oh fuck—” she whimpered, her back arching off the chair.

I doubled down, fucking her with my fingers and licking her clit until she came with a stifled cry, her juices dripping down my chin.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood, my cock straining against my jeans. “Now it’s your turn,” I said, unbuckling my belt.

Charlotte’s eyes widened as I pulled my dick out, already leaking at the tip. “Someone could walk in,” she breathed.

“Then you better be quick.”

Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, her touch tentative at first before she started stroking me, her thumb swiping over the head.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” I groaned, my hips jerking forward.

She hesitated for a second before leaning in and licking a stripe up the underside of my cock. The sight of Charlotte Evans on her knees, her lips wrapped around my dick in the middle of detention, was almost enough to make me lose it right then.

She took me deeper, her tongue swirling around the head before bobbing down again, her lips tight and wet.

“Shit, you’re good at this,” I muttered, tangling my fingers in her hair.

She moaned around me, the vibration sending a jolt straight to my gut.

I tugged her off, my cock glistening with her spit. “Turn around,” I ordered.

Charlotte obeyed without hesitation, bending over the desk with her ass in the air. I grabbed her hips and lined myself up, pushing into her in one rough thrust.

She gasped, her nails scraping against the wood as I bottomed out inside her. “Oh god—it’s so deep—”

I didn’t give her time to adjust. I pulled out and slammed back in, setting a brutal pace that had her whining with every thrust.

“You like that?” I growled, spanking her ass just to hear her yelp. “Like getting fucked where anyone could see you?”

She moaned, her pussy clenching around me. “Yes—yes, fuck—”

I reached around to rub her clit, feeling her body tighten as she neared another orgasm.

“Come for me,” I demanded, biting her shoulder.

She shattered, her cunt milking my cock until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I buried myself deep and came with a groan, filling her up.

For a second, the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing.

Then the doorknob rattled.

Charlotte scrambled to pull her skirt down just as the door swung open.

Mr. Hendricks blinked at us. “Detention’s over.”

Charlotte’s face was bright red as she grabbed her bag and rushed past him. I just smirked, adjusting myself before following her out.

Best. Detention. Ever.