“You called my mother?” I reply, my voice shrill. “And she’s not at work. It’s her day off.”
“I told you, I was worried. I’m your teacher. She isn’t suspicious.” He pauses. “And she is at work. Why would she lie about that to me?”
Good point. I guess she got called in at the last minute.
“Fine,” I say, gritting my teeth. “Come over. Don’t come over. I really don’t care anymore.”
I hang up and groan, covering my face with my hands. Why do I feel like he’s messing with me? He says he doesn’t want things to progress, so why the fuck visit me at my house? When I’m alone?
I don’t want him to see what a mess I am, so I pull on a light blue floral dress that sits just above the knees. It shows a bit of cleavage but it’s not tarty. It’s a flowing summer dress that borders on sexy.
The doorbell rings and my heart jumps into my throat. The thought of seeing him terrifies me…and excites me. I cringe as a tingle rushes between my legs. My body needs to get the message that nothing is going to happen—at least not until he’s gone.
I smirk at the thought.
Ok, let’s do this.
I answer the door. He’s standing there with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. He looks nervous and oh so fucking hot. A whiff of his spicy scent sends my body into overdrive. It reminds me of being cocooned in his warmth.
God, I miss that place.
“Hey,” I say, offering him a half-smile.
“Hey,” he mumbles, trying—unsuccessfully—not to stare at my cleavage.
I smirk as he flushes.
“Can I come in?”
I don’t move, forcing him to press against me as he squeezes inside.
“Through there,” I say, pointing to the living room. “Drink?” I ask.
He shakes his head no.
We sit in the living room opposite each other on the couch and Eli glances around, taking in my home. There are pictures of the family scattered all over the room.
Meeting his eyes, I watch as Eli clears his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down, sending shivers down my spine. He takes a deep breath, like he’s trying to form the words he wants to say in his head first.
“Jill.” His voice is hoarse.
My heart races as he stares at me. One minute I’m staring back at him and then the next, I’m straddling him on the sofa as he devours my mouth with his. We continue kissing, and I can feel his excitement pressing up against me.
His tongue reaches out to meet mine and he unzips the back of my dress and pulls it down so my breasts fall free.
“God, Jill. You’re naked under this,” he mutters, palming my breast.
I had purposely forgone underwear in case this happened. I’d hoped this would happen.
His hands on my breasts, he licks each nipple and sucks on one while pinching the other. The sensation sends sparks down to my core. My hands are pulling on his hair but pushing his face into my chest as I continue rocking hard on the bulge in his pants.
I can’t put into words how turned on I am.
Then out of nowhere he pushes me away. I stop abruptly, pulling my dress back over my shoulders. He lifts me so I’m sitting beside him and stands, refusing to make eye contact. He stalks toward the window, his back facing me as he curses under his breath.
I’m soaking and ready and I know he wants this as much as I do. I could feel it. How can he deny this feeling between us?
“Jill, we can’t do this.” He laughs suddenly. “My god, why is this so fucking hard? You make me so hard. I want you and I can’t stay away, but I have to. I fucking have to,” he growls.
Walking over to him, I’m half dressed. I press my front to his back and rest my head in between his shoulder blades. My arms cuddle his chest and I pull him hard into me. He groans as if I’m hurting him—hurting him like he’s hurting me.
Running my hands down the front of him, I undo his jeans and grab his cock. It hardens against my touch. He doesn’t push me away. I start pumping him softly before gripping tightly and speeding up.
He spins around and picks me up, carrying me over to the couch and placing me gently on my back. Pulling my dress to my waist, he stops at my entrance, his lips pressing against mine. I’m so fucking wet, and all I can think about is him inside me.
He pulls a condom from his pocket and rolls it on, his mouth finding mine. Just as our kisses starts to get heavy, he pushes in and I gasp as he fills me.
I groan as I feel the blood throb through his shaft. He is so big, one minute it’s too much and the next it’s not enough. I need more. I start rocking against him to match his rhythm. His slick cock is sliding back and forth and the friction feels amazing, even through the barrier of the condom. I need him closer and harder. I need all of him inside me. He’s holding back, afraid of hurting me, but I need it. I crave it.