Hot For Teacher(100)

“You work on a Sunday?” he asks, surprised.

“Shit, no. I forgot what day it was.” Could I look any more like a fool right now?

He chuckles. “I do that too. I’ve had a great time tonight. You’ve exceeded my expectations.”

I laugh and smooth my hair over my shoulder. “I’m glad to hear it.”

Eli walks me to my car. As I turn around to say good night, he pushes me against the car and presses his mouth against mine in a quick but urgent kiss. My eyes widen and I blush. I hadn’t been expecting that. Before I have time to over-think things, I wrap my arms around his neck and open my mouth to initiate a real kiss.

Our tongues clash and I let out a moan as his mouth explores mine. Pressing my palms against his abs, I gasp as his long fingers run through my hair.

This is total bliss. Who knew a kiss could feel so amazing? I sure as hell didn’t.

I’ve been with a few guys, but nothing has come close to how primal he is making me feel. I want him. I need him.

I smirk as his length becomes obvious through his pants. I love that I excite him. My underwear is absolutely soaked, but I know I need to put a stop this now. As much as I’d love to take him back home and let him do me six ways to Sunday, I’m sure my mother wouldn’t appreciate the situation.

I push on Eli’s chest slightly and look up at him. He seems to be in a daze.

“I better get going,” I whisper, stealing another kiss. I’m trying to ignore the voice in the back of my head reminding me how much older than me he is.

“Christ, what are you doing to me? You’re un-fucking-believable. The things I want to do to you, I feel dirty just thinking about them.” He pauses and smiles, a glint in his eye. “But I promise you’ll be screaming my name a few times. Or ten. Your neighbors will think I’m named ‘God’ by the end of the night.”

Thoughts of Jamie enter my head and I push them aside.

You can guaran-fucking-tee that I don’t like my neighbor. The thought of him lying in bed listening to my hot sex makes me smile. Of course, knowing him, he’d probably be recording it, ready to distribute it around school.

“I had fun,” I say, biting my lip. “Maybe you can text me some of those things you want to do to me,” I tease.

He pushes up against me for one final kiss and then lets me climb inside my car.

“Think about me when you’re touching yourself tonight,” he smirks.

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re very, uh, sure of yourself,” I smirk.

He shrugs. “Come on, Jill. I’ve had six months to get to know you. We’re past that awkward stage, aren’t we?”

I grin. I guess we are.

***

While scrubbing the makeup off my face, a text pings from the bedroom.

Eli: I really had a good night Jill. Best part was the kiss. You kiss like an angel.

Me: Thanks. Though sometimes I behave like a little devil ;)

I press send and then groan at how stupid I sound.

A message pings on my phone immediately and I look at the text to see it’s from Alice. I wondered how long it would take her to try and dig the details out of me.

Lying back on my bed, I read her message.

Alice: So come on tart, how was it? Did he screw you senseless? Did you fuck his face? Did he lick your juices and make you scream?

I laugh so hard I have tears in my eyes. That girl is crazy, but she’s my kind of crazy. I text her back.

Me: Absolutely amazing! He’s gorgeous, funny and sexy as fuck. Did I mention he’s sexy as fuck? Yes? Well, it deserves to be said twice. We kissed and I swear I was soaked. TMI?

I press send and giggle to myself. With Alice there was only one way to talk: dirty. She doesn’t understand it any other way.

It’s been twenty minutes since I sent Alice the text and still no response, which surprises me, because she lives on her phone, especially when waiting for details about my love life—which is rare.

I check the message again and my heart plummets.

Oh fuck no. Please no…

But there it is: I’d sent the text to Eli instead of Alice.

I’d fucking sent the text to Eli.

Rereading it, I cringe and jump up, pacing my room while freaking the fuck out. What the hell am I going to do? I grab the phone and call Alice.

“Took you long enough, skank,” she answers.

“I sent the wrong message,” I babble.

I feel sick. I sit myself on the end of my bed because I don’t trust myself not to collapse right now. I’m shaking and my heart is pounding so hard that it’s all I can hear in my head. This is bad. B.A.D.

“What are you talking about? What message? I didn’t get a message,” she says, confused.

“I know,” I explode. “Because I sent it to him! God Alice, I went on and on about how hot and sexy he is.” I fall back on the mattress as Alice’s laughter rings in my ears.