Dean's POV
I smirked and stood up from my seat, slowly walking towards Mr. Novak's desk. Mr. Novak was grading papers when I stopped in front of his desk, leaning my elbows on the desk and putting my chin in my hands, staring at him as he worked.
"Mr. Winchester, if you please," Mr. Novak started, "step away from my desk. I am grading papers."
I rolled my eyes. "You know," I said, "we're alone, Mr. Novak." I smirked at him, even though he wasn't looking at me and still grading papers. I frowned. "We can do whatever we'd like." I started trailing my fingers up and down his writing hand, causing him to hesitate in grading.
Mr. Novak looked up at me and sat his pen down, leaning back in his chair. "And what do you prefer we do, Mr, Winchester?" He said, his lips twitching slightly upwards.
I grinned. "Whatever you'd like, Mr. Novak," I said in a husky voice.
Mr. Novak stood up. "Alright then, Mr. Winchester," he said, "how about," he walked over towards his filing cabinets and opened the top one, pulling out a sheet of paper, and turning towards me, "you fill out this worksheet for tomorrow?"
I stared at his outstretched hand holding the worksheet, shocked. I looked back up at him. "Are you serious?!" I exclaimed. "You are such a cock-block!"
Mr. Novak was smirking when I said that. He placed the worksheet on his desk and walked towards the door, closing and locking it. He leaned his back against the door. I continued to stare at him and he continued to smirk at me.
I looked at the paper on his desk then back at Mr. Novak. It suddenly dawned on me. "You were joking, weren't you?" I asked.
"Yes, Dean," Mr. Novak laughed, pushing away from the door, "I was joking." He walked towards me, each step he took was agonizingly painful. He's teasing, right now, when we could be having sex on his desk? Really? Really?!
Suddenly, Mr. Novak was in front of me, staring at me with those beautiful, clear, blue eyes. But they weren't clear. They were clouded over with lust. I could see it. He wanted it. Right. Now. So did I.
I wrapped my arms around Mr. Novak's neck and pulled him in for a kiss, Mr. Novak's arms slithering around my waist. The kiss was getting real fiery, real fast, my tongue flicking across his bottom lip, asking for access. Mr. Novak opened his mouth and my tongue probed around in his mouth, wrestling with his tongue.
Mr. Novak grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to one of the student desks, the kiss never breaking once. He sat me down on the desk and pulled back, panting, his blue eyes staring at me intensely, lust still clouded in his sea blue orbs.
I connected my lips with Mr. Novak's, a groan emitting from the back of my throat. I could feel Mr. Novak's smile against my lips when he heard it.
Suddenly, Mr. Novak's hands were under my shirt and crawling up my chest. His hands found my nipples and twisted them, earning a gasp from me, which Mr. Novak took advantage of as he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I could feel his smirk against my lips. He knew exactly what to do. Mr. Novak tore my shirt off and threw it behind him.
I pulled back, panting, and staring at him. His beautiful blue eyes were clouded and dark, like an oncoming thunderstorm. I grabbed his face and pulled him in for another passionate kiss.
Was this a good idea? I thought. My thoughts were drifting to the worst case scenarios happening but then Mr. Novak grabbed my aching hard on and I gasped loudly, leaning my head back and groaning in pleasure, my eyes sliding closed. Mr. Novak leaned forward and placed his lips on my neck, kissing and sucking. I panted more as Mr. Novak found my sweet spot and I knew I'd wake up with a hickey tomorrow. Time to find makeup that old girlfriends left at my house.
Mr. Novak started undoing my jean button and zipper, pulling my pants and boxers down quickly. I moaned, glancing at Mr. Novak. He was staring at my erection before he kneeled down. He looked up at me with hooded eyes then he licked the head of my cock, earning a loud groan from me. I tilted my head back and groaned again as Mr. Novak continuing sucking me off. I ran my hands through Mr. Novak's hair, grabbing and pulling. I was panting, my breathing uncontrollable.
"M-Mr. No-Novak," I moaned. He was bobbing his head up and down on my dick, licking and sucking. And he knew I was going to come. A tightness spread in my stomach and I groaned. "Mr. Novak!" I came in his mouth but he didn't seem to care as he continued sucking me off.
Mr. Novak stood up, licking my cum off his lips and smirking at me. His lips were on mine and I was gasping and panting as we kissed passionately.
I realized, then, that he was fully clothed and I was naked; my pants and boxers at my ankles and my shirt thrown off somewhere behind him.
I pulled away from the kiss, panting and gasping for air. But Mr. Novak was smirking at me, caressing my cheek before kissing me again. I responded immediately to Mr. Novak pushing his tongue into my mouth.
Mr. Novak pulled away this time, still smirking. I have come to realize that I hated that damned smirk. He only gave me that when he knew what to do to me. He leaned in close to my ear and whispered huskily, "Your three hours are over, Mr. Winchester." He leaned back, grinning at me this time and making my face burn red.
I only nodded mutely, pulling my jeans and boxers on as Mr. Novak walked behind his desk and threw my shirt at me. I caught it and slipped it on over my head. I tried hard to make my hair look normal while Mr. Novak straightened his clothes and patted his hair down to make it look normal also.
Mr. Novak walked over to me and kissed me once more softly. He pulled away and grinned. "You might want to get your books before you leave," he said.
I moved away from him quickly, walking towards my desk in the back of the room and grabbing my books. I stood up and walked towards the door. I unlocked it and my hand was on the handle before Mr. Novak spoke again, "Mr. Winchester," I looked behind me, "I can't wait for your detention tomorrow." My face burned even more and I opened the door, walking out of the room quickly, but I knew Mr. Novak was smirking back in his classroom.
