Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Please don’t.” I smirked. “If I were there, though, I
would’ve broken your cherry.” I dropped my voice to a
whisper, leaning in. “I like the quiet ones.”
She shook her head, the brown of her eyes warm and dark.
“I was warned about you boys. This won’t get you an A.
Someday you’ll learn the world will make you work for
something you want.”
“Oh, I don’t mind working.” I planted my other hand on
the board at the side of her head and looked down at her.
My little Lit teacher was only six years older than me, and
while every guy in school loved to look at her, I was the one
who would have her, because nothing else would do. I was
bored. So bored all the time with the brainless twits downstairs
who never said ‘no’ and couldn’t satisfy the sordid need inside
me to be deviant in everything I did. I didn’t want to fuck. I
wanted to get dirty, and I wanted to get her dirty. I didn’t want
to be the only one who…
I couldn’t finish the thought. My friends—as much as they
liked to play at being bad, they were still always clean. Their
desires were normal, getting off was physical, and fun was just
around the corner.
But for me, everything was harder. I couldn’t detach from
my brain, and I wasn’t happy unless it was a mindfuck. I
didn’t want Miss Jennings to enjoy it. I wanted her to hate that
she enjoyed it.
I inched in, holding her eyes and moving in for her mouth.
But she planted her hands on my chest, halting me. “Stop
it.”
I let the weight of my body slowly press into hers, the heat
of her breath falling on my mouth as I shook my head.
She breathed faster, her eyes dropping to my lips, and I
could see that look on her face that I’d seen a hundred times
before. Everyone lets themselves indulge in a moment of
consideration.
“I don’t need an A, and I’m not afraid of what you can do
to me,” I said, flicking her top lip with my tongue and hearing