by Ella Emerson
My insides were bundled with nerves as I dialed his number. After the third ring, I almost hung up then heard his low voice, riddled with sleep. It was husky, smooth, and delicious.
“Hello,” he said.
“Mr. Wild, Levi. It’s Trish, I’m in a bit of trouble and I need your help,” I fumbled over the words and prayed he took me serious.
“Trish, it’s late.”
“I know, but you’re my only hope. I’m stuck in a grass field out past Meyer’s farm.”
“What? How? Is there anyone else you can call? Your friends?” The thickness of his sleep was edging off his voice as he tried to understand what I was saying.
“I can’t get ahold of anyone, please?” I begged.
“Trish, I don’t know.” I could tell, even over the phone he was raking his hands through his hair.
“Where exactly are you?”
My heart stopped briefly as a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I glanced around, looking for anything to give him directions.
“I know I’m on County Road 1088. I can see the old mill not too far away.”
“Okay, when I get on that road I’ll call you.”
“Thank you, I owe you.” I regretted the words as soon as they left my lips, and with his silent pause I knew he was considering the implied meaning as well.
“Uhh, yeah okay I’ll be right there. Oh and Trish, be careful.”
We hung up after saying goodbye, and I sank to the ground to sit on the cool, grass while I waited.
I was most likely a good eight to ten miles outside of town. Luckily I knew the road I was on wasn’t a long one, so Levi shouldn’t have any problems finding me.
Almost a half hour later, my phone buzzed about the same time I saw headlights off in the distance.
“Hello,” I answered immediately.
“Do you see my car yet?”
“Yeah, I mean I think it’s your car. I see headlights.” A second later the lights flashed off then back on again.
“Did you see that?”
“Yep, I see you. I’m about half a mile on the right hand side of the road.”
He sped up then stopped right before me, and I opened the door to his black Mustang. It was a nice car, and I smiled when I slid my ass into the warm leather.
“Thank you, Levi. I mean, Mr. Wild.”
“What happened? How did you end up here?”
I told him the story— every part— and he listened quietly as he drove back into town.
“I’m going to kill that fucker,” he said as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.
I reached over and placed my hand on his thick forearm. He tensed for a moment, and I continued the conversation like touching him was a normal, everyday occurrence. “It’s okay, really. I’m sure I won’t ever hear from him again. His ego probably exploded tonight.” I laughed quietly as his fingers loosened along the wheel.
The car was quiet; the only sound was the soft hum of the engine as he accelerated.
“Trish, I’ve been meaning to talk with you. This flirting has got to stop.”
“What if I can’t?”
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
He yanked the car off the side of the road. His breathing was labored, matching mine. He didn’t turn to face me just yet, but I gazed at him like I wished he would gaze at me. Lust, desire, sin all rolled into one. Merging together like an on ramp onto the highway of forbidden fantasies. I’d wanted to sleep with him, made a dare to do just that, but now it felt too real.
Finally after a few beats, he turned to face me and his eyes were filled with something I couldn’t quite read.
“Trish, fuck. I want you, but this isn’t right.”
“I don’t care,” I breathed.
This could only end in two ways, either he would make a move, or he would take me home like the good teacher he was. I was wet from the thought of him touching me. My breath hitched as his eyes studied me like they did this morning when he was leaned back in his chair. Only this time he wasn’t leaning back, he leaned forward and his arm raised toward my face. He stalled, and his eyes were trained on my lips. I darted my tongue out to wet them as he watched the movement.
“Fuck,” he growled.
I was so turned on right then, and it was as if every cell in my body vibrated all at once. I should stop, I should tell him no. I should, but I wouldn’t. I wanted him to touch me. I’d wanted it since he had his hand on my back in the coffee shop.
I didn’t move as he moved in slow motion, gaining a fraction of a centimeter with each beat of my heart.
“Please,” I begged.
“Trish,” he breathed before crashing his lips to mine.
Her lips were so incredibly soft and when she opened her mouth to me, I lost control. She tasted sweet like summer and cherries, and I couldn’t get my fix quick enough. Running my hands into her silky hair, I pulled her closer until I felt her perky tits on my chest. She let out a sexy moan that had my cock begging to be freed.
I felt her hands skate up my arms then she dug her nails into my shoulders. I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling lightly and she jerked forward, pushing those tits into me. Fuck, I was so turned on I didn’t know how to handle it. I wanted to reach down and feel how wet she was, how tight she was. I wanted to pull her onto my lap and fuck her until she screamed my name. I wanted to drive her to my house, toss her on my bed, and worship every inch of her tight, young, flawless body.
Breaking the kiss, I peppered small kisses down her neck and nipped at her collarbone.
“Oh, Mr. Wild.”
I froze. Completely, utterly shocked and disgusted at what just happened. I sat up so quickly, I smacked my head on my driver’s side window. “Fuck,” I whispered and adjusted my body to face forward again.
I felt her small hand on my arm, and I cringed away. “Please, Levi.”
Closing my eyes, I took several deep breaths to try to get my body under control. “Trish, this is so wrong. This should never have happened and can never happen again.” Without looking at her, because I was sure that disappointment graced her beautiful face, I peeled back onto the road and drove toward town.
Neither of us said anything, we were both lost in thought. Mine, of course, being that not only was it ethically and morally wrong what just happened, but fuck, I wanted more. I knew she said she was eighteen, but the whole situation was fucked up. Hopefully she was having the same thoughts, although I had a feeling I just led her on without trying to. I needed to fix this and fast.
“Trish, do you want something to eat?” I stole a quick glance, and she got that flirty smile of hers back in place. I shook my head slightly and said, “I could stop at a drive thru for you.”
“We could go to your place for food and me for dessert,” she said in a seductive voice that had no place coming out of her young mouth. My frustration with myself and her were at a boiling point when she continued, “There is so much you can teach me.”
I slammed the steering wheel and looked at her. “Did you not hear what I said? I know for a fact you’re a bright girl, don’t play stupid.” My God, I fucked up all over the place tonight. I needed to get her home and out of my car. “Please tell me where I’m going.”
She gave me directions, and I could hear the hurt of rejection in her voice. It made me feel like a complete douchebag for hurting her like this. I should have thought with the head on my shoulders.
“I’m up here on the left. The white house.” I pulled over at the house next door and she looked at me. “I said it’s the next one. I know you’re a bright guy, so don’t act stupid.” Touché, little one.
“I deserved that, but I’m not going to pull up in front of your house. I’m sure your parents’ would be less than thrilled to see your teacher driving you home.” Christ, if her parents’ saw me I could only imagine what would happen.
“Well, my mom took off when I was a kid and my dad works too much to r
ealize much of anything,” she said, looking out the side window and breaking my heart.
“I’m so sorry, Trish. I truly am.” I wanted to touch her, to let her know I meant what I said. Although I knew that would be the worst possible thing I could do.
She turned her head and looked at me and gave me a tight smile. Adjusting her body, she faced me and reached for my hand on my thigh. “We could be so good together.”
“Trish, please,” I whispered, getting sucked into her soft voice.
“Please what? Tell me what you’re begging for, Levi,” she said, leaning closer and resting her hand on my thigh.
Holy fuck. Her touch was soft, yet confident. No, shit! “Trish, stop. I’m begging you to stop,” I said and removed her hand from my thigh.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the car door and relief flooded through me. She got out, but before she closed the door she poked her head back in. “I know what you’re begging for, Mr. W.” She smiled and closed the door before I could say a word.
When I finally got home from what was sure to be the most fucked up night of my life, I climbed into bed and covered my face with my hands. “Fuck,” I screamed, trying to let out all the frustration I felt, both emotionally and physically.
I kissed my student. No, I made out with my student. I’m not the type of guy that loses control under any circumstances. But when it came to Trish, damn, it’s like the pull, the attraction, the sexual energy was bar none. I seemed to have no control around her and that was dangerous.
I’m a sexual guy. Being with a beautiful woman, pleasing her and having her please me are things I’ve mastered over the years. I could make a woman’s pussy wet with a look and a growl. I could have her begging me for release as I teased her clit with my tongue. I could have her screaming my name while I fucked her like she’s never felt before. The thing was, I liked control. When she’s in my bed, all bets were off. I’m not the English teacher quoting Shakespeare. No, I’m the guy pinning her arms down, telling her what to do. Smacking her ass, pulling her hair, and slamming into her. Damn, just the thought of doing those things to Trish had my cock rock hard.
“Fuck,” I mumbled and rolled onto my side. She’s an eighteen-year-old girl. Whose body is tight, perky, and begging to be explored. Holy fuck, what was wrong with me? I needed to get my head on straight or better yet, have sex.
I could call Stan tomorrow. He had friends that I’d met before, and we had fun. That was exactly what I needed, a distraction. We’d hit a few bars, and I’d get Trish out of my system one way or another.
***
After one of the most restless night’s sleep I’d ever had, I went about my routine. I hit the gym, went to the grocery store for the week, and dropped off my dry cleaning. After all my responsibilities were done, I decided to give Stan a call to see if we could get everyone together to go out. Relief flooded my veins when he said he was up for it and would get ahold of everyone, meeting at my house at eight.
I sat back on my brown leather couch, nursing a beer while waiting on everyone to get there. It’d been a while since I went out, being busy with school I hadn’t had much of a personal life. That needed to change.
I’d love to say that I hadn’t thought about Trish at all, but I’d be lying. But that all would change tonight.
A knock on the door had me grinning, and I got up to answer it. Stan stood on the other side alone, and I looked around for his friends.
“They’re in the car,” he said with a smirk. “Come on, Mike said he would be the designated driver.”
Before locking up the apartment, I looked in the mirror one last time. My black t-shirt clung to my muscles, just enough to get the attention I was seeking. The dark jeans I had on fit to perfection and of course my Nike’s were bright white. My brown eyes smiled back at me, and I knew I was ready.
Climbing into the back seat with Robert and Tory, Stan hopped into the passenger seat next to Mike. “Hey guys what’s up,” I said, looking around at everyone.
“Same shit, different day,” Robert said and flicked his cigarette out the window.
“Not much. How’s the teaching job going,” Tory asked. I told them all it was going great. I was not about to divulge the forbidden thoughts I’d been having about Trish.
When we got to the bar, I wasn’t at all surprised to see how busy it was. Saturday night in this small town, there wasn’t much more to do. We made our way inside, and I was happy with the amount of women dancing on the small, makeshift dance floor. I nodded my head slightly to myself, and we headed to the bar.
Being one of the only bars in town, this one was the nicest of them. It was dark in here since all the walls, floors, and even ceiling were covered in dark, weathered wood. There were sporadic light fixtures hanging around, but it didn’t brighten the surroundings. The bar itself was on the far back wall, running the length of it, with bar stools placed along the front. Some people were sitting, while most were standing, and there were also a few that were busily making out.
Finally making our way to the bartender, Robert ordered us all a beer and a shot of whiskey. I greedily took the shot from him, slammed it back, and ordered another.
“Damn, we have all night, Levi,” Stan said, laughing.
I tossed back my next shot and grinned at him. “Hell yeah we do.”
We found a table close to the dance floor and sat down. Catching up on what’s been going on with everyone, we downed a few more beers. I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol already, and I couldn’t be happier. I hadn’t been buzzed in a long time, drunk in even longer. Feeling my body relaxed for the first time in a week felt amazing.
“As much fun as I’m having talking to you pussies, I see a sexy woman who looks like she needs a little company,” Tory said as he got up to make his move.
Once out of ear shot I looked at the guys and laughed. “Fifty bucks says she shoots him down.” They laughed and refused to take the bet since they thought the same thing.
Listening to Mike and Robert talking, I scanned the dance floor to see if anyone piqued my interest. The music pumped loudly, playing a country song that I’d never heard before. It must be popular though because even more people squeezed onto the tiny dance floor. Suddenly, a blonde bombshell caught my eye. She danced with a few friends and laughed at whatever they were saying.
I let my gaze run over her body and decided that tonight those sexy legs would be wrapped around my neck. She must have felt my stare because she looked over at me and smiled. It was just the cue I needed. “Be back, fellas.”
I made my way through the crowd, and we never broke eye contact. When I reached her, I grinned and reached my hand out. “Levi Wild.”
She placed her hand in mine, still smiling. “Brandi Nixon.”
“I’d love to have a dance, Brandi Nixon,” I said, throwing in a wink to seal the deal.
“I’d like that,” she said, shyly.
Wrapping my right arm around her waist, I pulled her closer to me. We slowly moved to the beat of the song. I couldn’t say I felt any kind of crazy pull to her, but having a beautiful woman pressed up against me felt great.
A year ago, this was how I spent every weekend. Drunk, a beautiful woman, and sex. During the week, I just dropped the drinking, but always had a woman in my bed. It was fun, carefree, and damn satisfying.
Once I started looking for a school to teach at, I toned down the fun and straightened up a bit. There was no reason, other than I just wanted to be available when that call came in.
“What do you do for a living, Levi,” Brandi asked, inching closer to me.
“I’m an English teacher. How about you?” For the love of everything holy, please don’t let her be another student.
“I own a florist shop,” she said, beaming with pride.
Relief coursed through me, and I smiled. “Must be hard to send you flowers.”
She tossed her head back laughing, and I knew she was doing it to be flirty. It wasn’t even a funny j
oke.
We danced the next few songs, getting closer with each one. I had my right hand on her ass as my left traced small circles on her back. Still not feeling turned on, I looked over at the bar. “How about we go get a drink?”
She eagerly agreed and followed me over.
We talked a bit as I did two more shots, hoping to get my cock into the game here. She ran her hand up my thigh as if she could read my thoughts, and my cock stirred a bit.
“How about we get out of here?” she asked, squeezing my thigh.
“Sure. I came with my buddies, but we can grab a cab to my place,” I said, tossing money down to cover the drinks we had.
“No need. I have my car, and that was the only drink I had tonight.”
No shit. I’m borderline drunk and she only had half a pink shitty drink. Didn’t matter, I’d still be able to end this night making her scream.
After we both told our friends we were leaving, I gave her directions to my place as she drove. It only took about fifteen minutes before she pulled in my driveway. We went inside and she looked around as I flipped the lights on.
“Nice place.”
Coming up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and yanked her back against me. “Wait until you see the bedroom,” I whispered in her ear as I ran my hand down to her pussy. I rubbed over her jeans and she dropped her head back. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Fuck yes,” she moaned out.
I spun her around and crashed my lips to hers. I tangled my hands in her hair, and she let me takeover. When her tongue touched mine, I yanked her hair harder causing her to pull away from me and let out a loud moan.
“Fuck, Trish, I need you right now,” I said, leaning in to kiss her neck, however, there was no neck there as she pushed me off her. What the hell?
“Maybe if you want Trish so badly, you should give her a call.”
I looked at her with wide eyes as what she said sunk in.
“I’m out of here,” she said, walking toward the door.
“No, don’t leave,” I pled, even though I was still thinking of Trish and how she’d gotten to me so badly.