Mr. Cullen POV

"How do you want me?" Bella asked, sauntering up to my desk. She stopped demurely in front of it, crossing her hands behind her back. Her breasts were full and round and perky and I just wanted to grab them.

"Come here." I choked out, looking up at her in awe. I was sure I looked like a 14 year old, getting laid for the first time. I was sweating and panting and hard as fuck, and she hadn't even touched me yet.

"No. You only get to watch… now, how do you want me?" She was so naughty and sinful I couldn't even respond. She smirked at me, moving back until the back of her thighs hit the first desk she ran in to. She hopped up on it, her pleated skirt rising into dangerous territory.

"You know… I didn't take you for a quiet lover," she whispered, spreading her legs inch by inch until they rested on either side of the desk. She was now open and dripping and just begging for cock. But she was calm about it, and I appreciated it, because if she lost control, than I would.

She brought her hands up to her shirt, smoothing them over the fabric until she got to her breasts. She tweaked her rosy nipples through the fabric, letting out a quiet whimper and looking at me with hooded eyes.

"Do you want more?" She asked, unbuttoning her shirt at a snails pace. I could only nod, I'm sure if I opened my mouth than I would have let out a very embarrassing moan.

Suddenly her shirt was off, and she threw it at me. It landed on my chest and I stared at it dumbly. She let out a small giggle, and I was brought back to the amazing woman half naked in front of me. Just as I had guessed, her nipples were rosy pink and begging to be sucked. Her stomach was flat and toned, and her breasts were just perfect. They were round, and perky and full, and they looked plush and bouncy and squishy.

My erection was straining through the fabric of my pants and I was so glad that I had finally just gave into my desires, instead of pushing Bella away.

"Touch yourself," The words were out of my mouth before I even realized it. My voice sounded husky and deep, and the cigarettes I had been smoking for all these years finally became apparent in my voice.

Bella grabbed both of her tits, palming them and squeezing them before I could even comprehend that she had moved. She let out this delicious, erection burning, whimpering, fuck me moan. I had to ball up my fists and bite my lip so I didn't tear open my pants and unleash the beast.

I could do nothing but watch. She was rubbing her whole torso, licking her fingers and pinching her nipple and making little squeaking noises, and she was making me crazy. I realized after a while that she had stopped completely and was just staring at me.

"Um… what…?" I was an idiot. I couldn't even form proper sentences.

"I said, how many fingers should I use? I'm so tight I can only use up to two," she pouted looking genuinely disappointed that she couldn't impale herself on her whole fucking hand.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

And I just lost it. I just jumped up and grabbed her and slammed her against that desk and ripped that damn skirt down her legs. She was bare and glistening and shiny and pink and I was going to die of pleasure.

"You're such a little bitch. Teasing me every day, making me not want, but need to fuck you senseless. You waste your come when you're fantasizing about me in my class, when you could be letting it drip down my dick. You're not in charge any more. Now get on the floor and suck my cock until I come down your throat." Yay. I had regained speech. Now, that was my good dirty talking, not the shit I wasted on Tanya.

The look on Bella's face was priceless. She blushed and looked up at me through her eyelashes sheepishly.

"Do it." I groaned into her ear, somewhat angrily. I sucked on her neck, right behind her ear until she was whimpering and squirming.

"Get down." I said one more time. Needless to say, she was quick to comply. I looked down, and she was there, unzipping my pants and looking kind of nervous. I figured that she was probably a teensy bit scared, so I put my finger under her chin, lifting her head up. I gave her this reassuring smile, and she must have been affected by it because she got that damn mischievous smirk on her lips again and basically whipped my pants down to my knees.

I didn't even feel my boxers come down, but they must have, because all I could feel was Bella's mouth around my dick.

"Oh, fuck Bella!" I moaned so loudly I'm surprised Stan didn't come to check out the scene. She moaned around my dick, somehow putting it even further into her mouth. I was trying so hard not to come, and then I just let my self go, and appreciate the pleasure.

And then I felt the tightening in my balls, and I was thrusting into her mouth, and then-

RING

I opened my eyes and realized. Hey, I was still in class. Hey, everybody is staring at me. Hey, none of that shit EVER FUCKING HAPPENED.

I almost fucking punched Newton when he went to grab Bella's arm to help her out of her desk, but then I remembered my plan.

"Bella, I need you to stay after class. Extra credit and all that shit." I mumbled, the look on Mike's face was murderous. The look on Bella's face was hard to read.

Bella POV

"Follow me Bella, you've been a bad girl." He said darkly as he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward his office. The door was closed and I was on the leather couch before I could even comprehend what had happened.

"What did I do wrong Mr. Cullen?" I asked, getting scared and desperately turned on by how forceful he was being.

"You want me to fuck you. That's what you're doing wrong. You tease me until all I can think about is shoving my cock so deep inside of you that you'll never want me to come out. I'm going to punish you. Now get those fucking clothes off." I was stunned. I couldn't move. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought that something like this would happen.

"You're. Taking. To. Fucking. Long." He ground out, shoving his hips against mine and ripping off my shirt. I was dripping. I had never been this turned on before. I buried my face into his neck and cried out loudly, gripping onto his arms as hard as I could, I had to make sure that this was real.

"That's it baby, beg and moan and cry out for my dick. You know that you want it. Say it." He was on a roll, and I was going to come blindingly fast if he didn't slow down.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck , oh fuck…" I chanted quietly, squeezing my eyes shut when he pushed his covered dick against my heated pussy once more.

"Say it out loud Bella, or you wont get it." He whispered harshly into my ear. I couldn't believe this was happening, I was a mess, I couldn't even function.

"I want your cock," I almost sobbed against his chest. He chuckled, flipping up over so he was sitting and I was straddling his waist.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned out, louder than I ever have before when my cunt slammed against his dick. "Oh, I can't wait, please, please, please fuck me!" I was basically crying, wiggling in his lap. I was going crazy from the fucking friction.

"Stay still Bella, I'm going to make you feel good. But you have to stop moving." He said seriously looking me in the eye. I nodded with as much vigor as I could. He smiled that crooked smile at me, and I felt his hand travel down my exposed stomach and slip just underneath my skirt.

"Mmm, lace. Just like I guessed." He moaned into my neck, his hand traveling lower. I really couldn't take it. My heart was beating so fast, and I was so hot, and I was breathing so hard I never thought I would be back to normal again.

And then his fingers were touching me. Touching my bare skin. Touching my dripping pussy.

"Shit, fuck, jesus, mother fucker!" I moaned, squirming again and thrusting toward his hand. And then his hand was gone, and I almost started crying.

"I told you to stay still. Now you have to be quiet too. Now behave." He growled at me. I could only nod, my body wasn't even mine anymore, it was his.

He slowly ran his index finger though my juices, slowly swirling his finger around my opening. He was avoiding my clit, which would probably be good in the long run. He stuck his finger in an inch, and I caved in on him, gripping his hair in my fingers as if my life depended on it.

"You need to relax. You need to be relaxed for what I do next." He whispered in my ear. I nodded against his shoulder, my muscles unlocking and turning into jelly just because he asked.

He didn't take his finger out, just pushing it in more and more until he couldn't push it in any farther. I was pretty sure I was about to completely cave in upon myself, but then he started thrusting it back and forth and then I really started to go crazy. I moaned, right into his neck and he stiffened. I felt his erection grow impossibly bigger and thicker against my thigh.

I couldn't even focus on the pleasure because there was so much else that I had to think about. His lips on my face. His dick on my thigh. His hands on my pussy, my waist, my tits.

"Spread you legs wider Bella," He said lowly, tapping the inside of my thigh with his free hand. I did as he asked, I would do anything he asked. He started to spread my wetness further and further, until he was openly circling my other opening.

"Oh shit," I squeaked when I realized what he meant when he said I needed to relax more. My clit was on fire, throbbing and swollen beyond belief. I was too over stimulated, without being touched where I needed it the most.

He started to push his finger in, slowly at first. Just kind of probing, and I was enjoying it, believe me. I never knew that something that taboo and generally frowned upon could feel so fucking good.

"You're so fucking tight. I'm going to come the second I cram my cock into that tight whole of yours." He moaned into my ear. I was a blob. And amorphous, pleasure filled, corrupted blob. I was so horny. He wasn't touching my clit, so I did what I needed to do. I followed my deepest animalistic desires and started rubbing my clit like my life depended on it.

"Oh fuck, oh Edward! Uh-" He did something I never thought he would do (never mind the dirty talking, and the clothes ripping, and the anal stimulation)… he kissed me. Full and messy and sloppy and wet right on the lips. I moaned and started thrusting against his hand harder, he finally started to pick up the pace, swatting my hand away from my clit and starting in on it himself. His tongue was better than anything I had ever tasted or felt in my life. If I could live on just his tongue forever, I would be the happiest person alive.

And then I was just about to come, and-

RING

FUCKING JESUS CHRIST ALL MIGHTY!

I opened my eyes and looked around and realized that I was still in class and that Mike was tugging on my arm to get me to sit up.

"Bella, I need you to stay after class. Extra credit and all that shit." I heard Mr. Cullen's velvet voice sound from in front of me. I looked up to actually see if it was real, and I wasn't just imagining it. But there he was looking at me, and throwing the occasional glare at Mike. I nodded dumbly, not knowing what the fuck I would need extra credit for, but I went with it.

"Um, okay Mr. Cullen." Just saying his name brought back memories of my fantasy and I was getting even more wet, if that was even necessary.

It was then that I realized that I had actually thought of Mr. Cullen engaging in acts with me, and I hadn't passed out. This was a milestone. I did a little dance in my head, congratulating myself for actually maturing.

He smiled at me, that crooked smile that I just wanted to suck off of his face, and I looked down so I didn't blush or something stupid like that.

And I blushed anyway at what I saw.

I had soaked my skirt all the way through to where it was clearly visible to the naked human eye. And then I really started to panic, because I couldn't obviously stand up. And then I realized that if Mr. Cullen came to stand by my desk, he would not be only be able to see it, but smell it too. I grabbed my binder and slammed it down on my lap. I felt like a pubescent boy having to hide his erection.

Just as I was about to start crying, I was saved by the people I had wanted to see the least a few hours previous. Rosalie, Alice, Jasper and Emmett busted in, smacking poor Eric Yorkie in the face with the heavy wood door.

I was so out of it, I couldn't even think about Mr. Cullen and his heavy, hard wood.

"Alright, clear the way! Therapy session under way!" Emmett yelled, pushing people out of his way left and right with his hulking biceps.

"Bella, get your ass out of that fucking chair." Alice hissed, standing in front of me. Her little hands were on her little hips and I couldn't have been more terrified.

Mr. Cullen cleared his throat then, raising his eyebrow when everyone turned to look at him.

"Sorry about the swearing Mr. C." Alice said without even turning around to look at him when she apologized.

"Bella, do we have to say it one more time? Get up!" Rosalie was a bitch. I hated her. So they all just stared at me, while I stared at them. I couldn't just come out and say 'I was fantasizing about my teacher, and kind of soaked my skirt all the way through. If I were to stand up then a waterfall would surely result.

"I can't." I settled for whispering harshly at them, purposefully looking down at my lap.

"What did she say? And what is that smell?" Emmett wondered thoughtfully before understanding dawned on his face. God bless the brute. The stupidest out of us all realized my problem. His lips pressed together tightly before he slyly glanced underneath the table.

Before I could even glare at him for being so obvious, he had grabbed me and was running out of the room with me, holding me far away from his body. As if my nectar was going to wreck his clothes or something.

"Grab her shit! Grab her shit!" I heard Jasper yell as he booked it after us.

Fucking idiots.

There, TWO sex scenes…. But not quite. Hot nonetheless.

Song: No Sex For Ben- The Rapture