**”Extra Credit”**

I never thought I’d be this desperate, but here I was, glaring at my latest failed test in Mr. Carter’s history class—big red *F* circled at the top. Finals were coming, and if I didn’t pull my grade up, I was screwed.

That’s when *he* tapped my shoulder.

Jake Lawson—captain of the football team, ridiculously hot, and, as it turned out, surprisingly good at history. “Need a tutor?” he murmured, leaning in just enough for me to catch the dark mischief in his eyes.

I hesitated. “I… yeah. But I don’t think a study session’s gonna fix this.”

He smirked. “Then how about a *different* kind of extra credit?”

My stomach flipped.

Fast forward to today—third period, and Jake’s got me on my knees under Mr. Carter’s desk while he lounges in the front row like nothing’s happening. The wooden desk hides me mostly, but my pulse is hammering in my ears, scared shitless someone will notice.

Then Jake spreads his legs.

His sweatpants are loose, and I don’t even have to tug them down—his cock springs free, already hard and twitching, the musky scent of him filling the space between us.

“You know the assignment,” he murmurs, voice low, eyes fixed on the chalkboard like he’s *actually* listening to the lecture.

I lick my lips and wrap my fingers around him, pumping slowly, feeling his thick heat in my palm. His thighs tense, but he doesn’t make a sound.

Then I lean in and take him into my mouth.

The second my lips slide over his cock, Jake’s hand drops to my hair, gripping tight. He’s salty and hot, already leaking against my tongue. I work him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, listening for the tiny hitch in his breath as I press my tongue along the underside.

“Fuck,” he exhales, barely audible.

I smirk around him—*good*—and speed up, bobbing my head, tasting precum beading at his tip. His hand tightens in my hair, guiding me, silently telling me *harder, faster*.

Under the desk, it’s getting hotter, my pussy already soaked from the thrill of getting caught. I let one hand slip between my thighs, rubbing my clit in quick circles while I suck him, moaning softly around his cock.

Jake’s hips jerk.

“You okay, Lawson?” Mr. Carter’s voice cuts through the haze.

I freeze.

Jake clears his throat, voice steady like nothing’s wrong. “Uh, yeah. Just… really engaged in the lecture, sir.”

I bite back a laugh and swirl my tongue around his head.

His hand clamps down on my shoulder, a warning—but then his fingers dig in, betraying how close he is. I can feel it, the way his balls tighten, the way his cock throbs against my tongue.

I don’t let up, sucking him harder, rubbing myself faster until—

Jake comes with a sharp exhale, his cum flooding my mouth, thick and warm. I swallow every drop, licking him clean, my fingers still working my clit until *I’m* shuddering too, biting my lip to stay quiet as I come.

“Alright, pop quiz next week!” Mr. Carter announces, oblivious.

Jake tugs me up as the bell rings, smirking. “Looks like you *do* know how to study.”

I wipe my mouth, knees still shaky. “So… do I pass?”

He leans in, breath hot on my ear. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”