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by Ella Emerson


  “Trish, I need you to touch me, too. Unbutton my pants and feel how hard you make me,” I said, looking into her naïve eyes. She took a shaky hand and did just what I asked. The minute I felt her touch I let out a growl so feral, I couldn’t believe I even made it. “Fuck. Take my cock out and make me come, just like I’m going to make you come,” I said, slamming two fingers into her tight heat.

  “Oh,” she shouted, and I pressed my lips to hers to quiet her. She seemed to be a little too shy to pull my cock out so I did it for her.

  I locked my gaze to hers and moved my fingers slowly in and out of her. “Touch me, Trish. Just take your hand, wrap it around my hard cock, and move it up and down.” She gently wrapped her hand around me and softly moved her hand. “Fuck, your hand on my cock is like a fucking dream. Squeeze me hard and pump, baby. Don’t be scared.” Once again, she did exactly as I said and I saw stars.

  I became frantic. Moving my mouth to her tits I sucked, licked, and nipped each one as I finger fucked her. She was moaning and jerking me off so perfectly I knew it was only a matter of minutes before I exploded in her hand. I picked up the pace of my fingers as I used my other hand to rub her clit.

  “Oh my God, yes,” she whispered as her head dropped back against the wall. She also picked up her pace, and I knew I was a goner.

  “Trish, I’m going to come and I want you to come with me. Let go, baby, let the feeling take over,” I said, right before I bit down on her nipple and slammed my fingers into her. I felt her tighten and knew she was about to find her release. “I feel you, oh fuck it feels so good. Come for me.”

  Just as I felt my body being torn apart by my orgasm she tightened on my fingers and found hers. We both continued to touch each other riding out the incredible orgasms we both just found.

  Catching our breaths, I pulled back and smiled at her. “Damn, you are unbelievable.”

  She blushed and quickly pulled her hand off of my now soften cock. “Umm,” she said, looking down at her hand, covered in my release.

  I chuckled and brought my own hand up to her mouth and rubbed just a little of her own release on her bottom lip. I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked her sweet taste off. “Lick your lips. See how sweet you taste,” I whispered as I tucked myself back into my pants. She slowly stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. I groaned and kissed her lips. “Fuck, you are sweet.”

  I looked around for something for her to clean her hand with, because she obviously wasn’t ready to have my come in her mouth just yet. I noticed a bathroom off to the side and picked up her shirt and bra off the ground. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up before the bell rings.”

  When she was fully dressed she walked out of the bathroom and gave me a sexy smile. “You are always shocking me to my core, Levi.”

  I chuckled and pulled her close to me. “You bring it out in me. I can’t seem to control myself when I’m around you.” We shared a sweet kiss and just before we broke apart the bell rang.

  “Shit,” she said and pulled out of my hold.

  “Relax. Just walk out and I’ll leave in a few minutes,” she nodded and rushed for the door. Before she reached it I called her name and she turned around. “This was fucking incredible, but just wait.” She smiled and pushed out the door.

  Damn, this girl was turning my world upside down and inside out. I was starting to mix up reality and fantasy, forgetting what was right and what was wrong. But, right now in the moment, nothing felt wrong.

  What’s the old saying? When you’re single men have no interest, but as soon as one takes notice then they all do? Or something like that. Mark was relentless in trying to claim me as his own.

  I’d made it clear to him when he left me on an abandoned road in the middle of the night I had no interest, yet in class when I tried to make Levi jealous, I in turn, gave Mark the wrong idea.

  Even now, I let Mark know he had no chance, yet he still tried. Telling me I would like it. It made my skin crawl and not in a good way.

  Although, today as he sat in class on the opposite side of the room, I was happy he was finally getting the hint.

  I had other things on my mind though, as I sat in French class trying to erase the last hour of my brain. It was no use, though. Levi had touched me again, in the drama department of school. I couldn’t stop blushing about it.

  His hands claimed me, and I loved it. I wondered if he would take charge in the bedroom like the book he’d read to me in the bookstore. My mind was reeling with questions, and I wanted to experience everything with him.

  Ms. D. was going over instructions on our class trip to France while we all tried to listen. She handed a list of room assignments, as well as things to expect. She also handed us a list of things that would not be permitted. Top of the list, staying in a different room than the one assigned to you.

  I let out a soft laugh as Gregory winked to me. He was lucky, he was on the same floor as the gender he found attractive. Lucky.

  There was only one man I would be searching for in the hallways of the French hotel.

  After class dismissed, I grabbed my bag and headed to my car.

  I had to work after school, so I headed to town to the boutique.

  Walking through the doors, the bell chirped to signal to Madge I’d arrived.

  “Hey, Madge,” I said, after throwing my bag underneath the register.

  “Haven’t seen you in a while. How’s school going?” Madge was a trendy older woman who loved to jet set across the world finding fashions she would bring back to sell in her store.

  A true business woman who had started from nothing, which I admired. Her fashion sense was unique. She loved feathers and the classical twenties look. Her hair was long, blonde like mine, but she always wore it up with pin curls and finger waves. Sparkling eyes mesmerized most men who gazed upon them, which usually made me laugh to myself. I think she should’ve been a movie star, but she always told me she would have made a horrible actress. I didn’t believe her, though. She was dramatic and always spoke with her hands dancing in the air.

  “School is fine,” I murmured. I didn’t want to mention my new English teacher and the things we were doing while school was in session.

  Madge was the closest thing I had to a mother, and like any mother could, she could always tell when I was hiding something.

  “Just fine, darling? Sounds to me like you’re having boy trouble.”

  “Am not,” I defended.

  She laughed, throwing her head back as I headed past her to the office in the rear of the store. I grabbed my time card from the wall and punched it through the time-punch clock.

  Madge was in the back of the store helping two girls find a pair of jeans when I made my way to the cash register. Standing behind the counter watching Madge help the girls, my thoughts drifted to Levi.

  Having him touch me was fun, exciting even. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop. And, he appeared to be having a hard time stopping as well.

  The girls in the back finally brought their jeans to the front and I rang up their purchases as Madge watched.

  “So, are you going to tell me about this boy?” she asked after the girls had left the store and we were all alone.

  “There’s nothing to tell.” I crossed my arms over my red sweater and she shook her head.

  “Okay, fine; play it that way.”

  “Seriously, I like a guy, but it will never go anywhere.” I shrugged my shoulders as I hopped up on the back counter and swiped a blue scarf in my hand.

  My feet dangled, swinging my chucks back and forth as I threw the scarf around my neck.

  “Why do you say that?”

  I rolled my eyes before answering, not out of disrespect, but just the mere thought of why things would never work out between Levi and I surfaced.

  I couldn’t tell her the truth. I couldn’t tell her he was my teacher. Contemplating my answer, I wondered why things would never work out between us. “Well, I want to move to New York after h
igh school, and he is here. I don’t know.”

  “Don’t be too quick to write your story. The road will take you there. Besides, if you two really like each other than there isn’t anything you can’t figure out together.”

  “I guess,” I said, twirling the material of the scarf through my fingers.

  “Just follow your feelings.”

  Her words sunk in as I continued throughout my shift. The one thing about Madge was she knew how to make me feel better about my choices. She understood my need to follow in my fashion dreams.

  She was a part of my soul, and I loved her for it.

  After I left the store when my shift ended, I headed home.

  My father’s Cadillac sat in the driveway, and I wondered why he was home so early. Walking through the front door, the air in the house turned warm and an uneasiness settled into the pit of my stomach. Something wasn’t right.

  “Trish,” my father yelled from his study.

  Drew was nowhere to be seen, most likely hiding away in his room. One foot in front of the other, I made it to his office and knocked on the door which was cracked open.

  “Dad,” I said as I tip-toed inside.

  “Care to explain what this is?” In his hands he held my acceptance packet to Columbia University.

  I stalked closer to his desk while his eyes gleamed with anger. Shit.

  “Where did you get that?” I knew where he got it, from my room. In my desk where I’d hidden the packet when it had first arrived.

  “It’s not important. Why haven’t you shown me this?” His tone was harsh, unforgiving.

  I cowered, shaking a little as I answered, “Umm, I don’t know.”

  “Dammit, Trish, I thought we decided you would go to Michigan.”

  “No, you decided. I never wanted to go there. I want to go to New York and study fashion.”

  “Enough,” he said, tearing up the packet in his hands.

  Tears flooded my eyes as I glared to him. “How dare you.” I turned on my heel and rushed out of his office and back out the front doors.

  Tears fell hard as I drove down the street, unsure of where I was going. How could he rip up the packet? Why wouldn’t he listen?

  I turned left, then right as my car took me to the one place I needed to be. Without thinking about it I ended up in front of Levi’s apartment complex.

  Maybe I should have called. I glanced up to his window on the third floor and saw the light was on. It was getting late and on a school night, but I continued up the stairs.

  My heart pounded in my chest as I stood in front of his door. Every emotion inside me was on a collision course with my system, and I couldn’t focus on anything but him.

  My shaky hand folded inwards and I lifted it to knock on the door.

  Levi opened the door, casting his eyes over my body. My skin prickled under his hot stare, and I couldn’t catch my breath.

  “Hi,” I said, through my tears.

  His hands reached out and landed on each cheek, wiping my tears from my eyes.

  Gray sweatpants hung low on his hips and his chest was uncovered for me to look upon. Big, bold muscles screamed at me to touch them as he led me inside and slammed the door shut.

  The sexiest thing I noticed was a set of no-rimmed glasses which sat on his nose. I’d never seen him in glasses before, and it was definitely a look I could get used to.

  “Sorry, I was just working on something.” He rushed over to his laptop and slammed it down, then grabbed a notebook and put it in the top drawer of his desk.

  When he turned back around to face me, the air shifted and I tried to swallow. His gaze penetrated me as he removed his glasses from his face. He set them down, and then everything moved in slow motion.

  Levi pulled out a chair from his dining table and sat down, spreading his legs just a little while slouching in his seat. His lips hung open as desire pooled in his eyes. His apartment was dimly lit as I stood center in his living room a few feet from his seated position.

  “Strip for me,” he said in a husky breath.

  I instantly wrapped my arms around my chest even though I was fully clothed in my skinny jeans and red sweater.

  “I…I don’t…I’ve never,” I stammered.

  “Don’t be nervous,” he said as if he could read my emotions, and maybe he could.

  I couldn’t think straight. My head was dizzy, my fingers itched to remove my clothing for him like from some racy skin-flick. Although, I didn’t know how to be sexy like those women.

  His house was so silent you could hear a pin drop, and if you listened close enough you could hear the sound of my heart slamming against my chest in the most rapid beat imaginable.

  “Should we turn on music?” I asked, still clinging to my shoulders.

  “Would you like music, Trish? Would that make you take off your clothes?”

  “Yes. I think so.”

  This man had twice had his hands inside me, and yet I was terrified to strip for him. He had even seen me naked just today while in the drama wardrobe room. But, still my nerves were jittery as he kept his eyes locked on mine.

  He stood and moved over to the iPod docking station he had on his desk. He clicked on a song, and as the beat came alive with the percussion kicking up a notch I started to sway my hips.

  “It’s Sade, ‘No Ordinary Love’. Have you ever heard this song before, Trish?”

  I shook my head no as I lowered my arms. Closing my eyes, I tugged at the zipper of my jeans.

  Levi sat down, and I could hear him growl as my fingers lowered the zipper. I moved my hands back up my body, caressing my chest as my jeans hung open.

  “Fuck, Trish. You’re so sexy.”

  With his words giving me confidence and the music making its way into my soul, I continued to move to the slow rhythm. I tugged on each breast as the action made my sweater rise higher exposing my stomach.

  When I opened my eyes, Levi sat still with his eyes burning into my body, igniting a heat which took over my system.

  My fingers played with the hem of my sweater as Levi watched closely, most likely unsure if I would indeed take it off.

  I moved closer as I lifted the material over my head and dropped it behind me on the floor. His eyes widened and then rolled back as his head tilted toward the ceiling for a moment.

  I kept on my path, standing just before him as he gazed at me from where he sat. Moving in between his legs, I turned, shimmying my ass low against his lap, grinding against his cock.

  His fists clenched, and when I rose to my standing position, his hands landed on both of my hips.

  “Trish, please.”

  I turned around and leaned over to where our lips were inches apart. “Levi, am I turning you on?”

  Even though he was begging for me, I still felt as if I was doing everything all wrong. My body was so turned on, and I wondered if Levi was as well.

  He grabbed me by the wrist, forcing my hand down his pants. I came into contact with his hard length, and his eyes watched as I wrapped my fingers around him.

  “That’s how fucking turned on you make me.”

  His breathing matched mine- choppy, inconsistent, and ragged. I still clung to him as his hands dug into my jeans and slid them down my legs. Slow, calculated, and in control, Levi leaned me back just enough to stare at my pink bra and white cotton panties. He licked his lips and groaned. I dropped him and stepped back to continue my dancing as the song looped in the background.

  He chewed on his thumbnail as I removed my bra. Grabbing each hardened nipple in between my fingers, I rolled my breast between my hands.

  His hand dropped from his mouth as he licked his lips, then he grabbed a hold of himself and began pumping his dick.

  With just my panties to go, our eyes locked and Levi smirked, saying, “Take them off.”

  Hooking both thumbs in the sides, I slid the cotton slowly down my legs and stepped out of them.

  Embarrassed, I stood before him as he sucked in a breath.
My instincts wanted me to wrap my arms around my body, to cover up. But, the way his eyes landed all over my body like he couldn’t comprehend everything he was seeing fast enough, made me keep my arms down.

  I traced my belly while swaying my hips again. I was so turned on, I couldn’t handle it any longer. I knew Levi could see the need and want in my eyes, he had to.

  He was mesmerized as I continued to dance for him. His hand stopped moving up and down along his shaft, and his slack-jawed expression was powerful to me, like he was thinking long and hard about what his next action would be.

  “Come here,” he whispered.

  I stepped closer, and he grabbed my hips and I straddled his lap. My heat was pressed up against him and he reached around to sink his fingers into the firmness of my ass.

  “Levi,” I called out, wanting his touch. My hair shielded us into a perfect cocoon of desire as he gazed into my eyes.

  “Kiss me now,” he demanded.

  Our lips connected, singeing a rapid fire between us. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent by the second. My hands landed on his shoulder, digging into his skin. His hands, however, were everywhere, like he couldn’t touch me fast enough.

  I let him graze his fingers down my back, then he slowed and his hands landed on my neck. Softly, he moved my hair off my shoulder and sucked along my neck, trailing kisses to my collarbone. Nibbling, he continued on his path as he moved further south landing on one of my breasts.

  I leaned back, pushing my breast closer to his open mouth, wanting the attention so badly.

  “Please, Levi,” I begged.

  His mouth wrapped around me and he sucked my nipple between his teeth. With his hands on each shoulder, he pressed me closer to him, enveloping my breast into his full mouth.

  His hardness pressed up against me, and I rolled my hips to relieve the pressure.

  In one movement, he rose from the chair bringing me with him. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me down the hallway.

  He opened a door and carried me to his bed. Throwing me down, his body chased mine until he was right on top of me—trapping me exactly where I wanted to be—underneath him.

 

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