He tilts my face toward him and presses his mouth against mine. It’s electric. Every touch from him sends my body crazy. I reposition myself so I’m sitting in his lap, his hands clutching my ass. I gasp as his hand moves to my breast, rubbing my nipple between his fingers. My core is throbbing like crazy. I need relief and I need it soon.
“Can you feel how hard you have me?” he whispers as he sucks on my earlobe. I nod and narrow my eyes as my fingers brush over his crotch, his erection rubbing against the palm of my hand.
His fingers disappear from my breast and work their way down my stomach, resting over my panties. Stopping at the white lacy edge, he motions for me to lift my hips. I do, and he slides my panties down my legs, discarding them on the floor.
I unbutton his shorts and he shrugs them off too so, then he lifts my leg over him his stomach so I’m straddling his chest. His cock presses against my stomach and I gasp as he slides a finger, then another inside of me, circling and rubbing.
“Fuck, Eli, I’m going to come soon,” I moan loudly.
“Not yet,” he mumbles. “I want you wet. Can you take me, Jill? Can you feel how hard I am for you?”
Oh, god. His dirty whispers in my ear have me just about ready to explode. He leans over and grabs a condom from the pocket of his shorts, ripping into it with his teeth, all while his fingers continue to work me. I moan, rocking against his hand. It only takes another minute and I screaming.
He positions his cock at my entrance and I lower myself down slowly. I’m throbbing—aching—at the size of him, but it feels so damn good. I curl my arms around his neck as he rocks me back and forth.
“Jill, fuck, Jill,” he moans. His back arches as he jerks forward, releasing inside me.
I collapse on top of his sweat-covered front, the smell of sex around us. That is the hottest fucking thing that has ever happened to me.
“Wow,” he whispers in my ear. “That was…” He shakes his head, at a loss for words.
“Wonderful? Epic? Amazing?” I suggest, laughing as he tickles me.
“All of the above.”
With a lazy grin, I sit up. “I might take a shower.”
He nods and watches me walk into the bathroom.
***
He is dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed when I get out of the shower. He looks serious. He looks angry and I have no idea why the mood has suddenly changed.
“Get dressed and I’ll take you home. I’m sure you’ve got an early morning start for work, right?”
I glance at the clock. It’s barely eight. I have no idea what the hell is going on. He fucks me and then kicks me out? I grab my clothes and dress quickly, trying not to show how upset I am.
“I’ll catch a fucking cab,” I say, gritting my teeth.
I grab my bag and storm out of the room. What the hell was that? He got his orgasm so we’re over? I can’t believe I was so wrong about this guy. I’m fighting back tears as I hail a cab out front and give the driver my address.
As upset as I am, I’m also royally pissed.
Arriving home, I crawl right into bed. I can’t stop thinking about him and what happened. How can he make me feel so alive and so violated at the same time?
Maybe I scared him away with being too forward too quickly? I don’t know what the hell I’ve done. Stop it, Jill. It is not your fault the guy is a asshole.
As I roll over, ready to at least try and sleep, I notice a text.
Eli: I’m sorry, Jill. I shouldn’t have kicked you out like that, but I was angry. Your phone rang while you were in the shower and I went to answer it. Your ID fell out. How could you not tell me you’re only seventeen?
My heart pounds and I feel sick. He knows the truth. I have no idea how to respond to that. He is eight years older than me, and I lied to him. Do I blame the guy for hating me? I feel stupid for taking my ID with me on a date with a guy eight years older than me, and even more stupid for falling for him.
No matter how well we clicked, or how much he likes me, he will never get past this.
Chapter Five
I arrive at history class half an hour ahead of schedule. No one arrives until ten minutes before the class—not even Mr. A, but I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to face Mom this morning.
I reach into my bag for my phone and check my emails and texts to see if Eli has contacted me. He hasn’t.
I need to talk to someone, so I text Alice.
Me: I’m fucked. Literally and figuratively. He knows. We had sex and he saw my ID. To say he was pissed is an understatement.
Alice: Dude, you woke me up. Time zones! Maybe he’ll calm down?
Me: Yeah maybe, but I doubt it. Sorry for the wake up. I’ll talk to you later.
I smile as I think about our weekend—minus the part where he discovered what a liar I am. Isn’t there some machine invented that rewinds time? I want to do it all again, and this time leave my ID at home.