Rewriting History

by Missy Johnson

“Really?” My eyes light up. “You’d do that for me?”

  “Anything for you, baby girl. Anything.” He grabs my hand and pulls me up and into his arms.

  “Happy New Year,” he whispers, tilting my face up to his. Our lips touch, and I smile I back up against the wall and with force, I grab him, pulling his hard body against mine. His large hands wrap around my neck as he pulls my face toward his, our lips a centimeter away from touching. Our heavy breaths mingle as we stare deep into each other’s soul.

  His hand leaves my neck as he grabs my wrists, placing them above my head against the wall. Moving his head to my ear, he whispers seductively, “Don’t move your hands from where they are.”

  Those simple dominant words send a throb right down to my core. If I wasn’t already soaking, I’m soaked now. My skin forms goose bumps, the hairs on my body standing on end as his hands make their way down my arms. His touch is slow and featherlike. I gasp, resting my head against the wall as his hands move over my breasts, then my stomach, finally grabbing ahold of my hips.

  He’s down on his knees as he unzips my short strapless dress. Once the zip is open far enough, it falls, pooling at my feet. My breathing intensifies as his gaze moves over my violet strapless bra and matching thong.

  His mouth makes contact with my flat stomach. I gasp as his tongue snakes its way down my pelvis, teasing the line of my thong. I am so fucking turned on, and it’s taking all my effort not to move.

  I am so focused on what he was doing with his tongue that I didn’t feel him unclip my bra. One hand grabs my nipple and he squeezes it. Hard. My eyes open in shock as I look down at him, an intense aching traveling to my core.

  I don’t know how much more I can handle. I’m aroused to the point where I’m hurting. I groan as he kisses the fabric of my thong. He grabs the side of the lacy material and pushes it to the side, exposing my wetness.

  “Oh, God,” I whimper, my legs buckling.

  He runs his fingers over my slit, back and to the front again. My hands make their way into his hair as my legs get shaky.

  “Argh,” I gasp. My eyes widen, shocked at the burning sensation on the side of my ass. Did he just spank me? I laugh, because it’s all I can do.

  “What did I tell you, Jill? Keep your hands above your head.” His face is serious and intense.

  God, if that didn’t just turn me on even more...

  I love this dominant display. He’s making me ache for his hard cock. He stands up and rips off his shirt. The buttons fly everywhere as he makes do of jerking his pants to around his knees.

  His hands behind my thighs force my legs around his waist, where his cock rocks against my clit.

  “Please, Eli, just fuck me already. I need you,” I howl.

  In one quick thrust, Eli’s impaled in me to the hilt.

  “Jesus Christ, you’re so tight,” he groans, pulling out to the tip and forcing himself back inside me.

  Each hit brings me closer to the edge. I can feel the sweat from his hands holding me up. Leaning my head forward, my mouth finds his. Our kiss is rough but passionate as our tongues dance.

  “I’m close,” Eli groans, biting down on my bottom lip, hard.

  The pain erupts my orgasm. My pussy squeezes his cock as he pumps me roughly. He stills, spilling his release inside of me. He places sweet kisses on my mouth as I’m put back on the ground. He’s still placing little kisses over my body as he dresses me again.

  “Happy New Year, pretty girl,” he whispers in my ear. “You know what they say.”

  “What’s that?” I giggle, kissing him again.

  “What you’re doing when the clock strikes twelve, you’ll be doing all year.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Eli

  This is the last time she’ll be waking up in my bed—until the end of the school year, anyway. I reach out and run my finger down her bare back. My cock throbs for her, but she’s so peaceful I don’t want to wake her. Instead I lay there, listening to the sound of her soft breaths.

  We’ve avoided talking about my work all through the holidays—I think because she knows where it is going. I can’t be with one of my students, no matter how strongly I feel. It’s just wrong. It was bad enough when she wasn’t in my classes, but to have her there . . . she doesn’t get what a distraction she is to me. To have her sit there, when I know that in a few hours she could be straddling my lap … I couldn’t handle it.

  I sigh and close my eyes. This separation is less about my morals and more about my fear of getting caught. Why do I even care if my father knows I’m still seeing her? I hate that I care so much about what he thinks.

  It's after nine when she wakes. I've been lying here for nearly three hours just watching her. Maybe that's creepy, or maybe I just want to make the most of today because I know how long it will be before we can do this again. I want to remember every single thing about her. She rolls over and smiles at me.

  “You’re staring at me.” She giggles.

  I lean over and kiss her, my tongue circling hers. “I am,” I confirm. “But it's your own fault for being so sexy.”

  She laughs as I wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her naked body against mine. She can feel my excitement, and she plays off it by grinding herself against me.

  I sigh, the feeling almost too much. But she has me hard as fuck and I know there's only one way to deal with this. She screams as I roll her on top of me. Her breasts, perfectly round, bounce, and I have to touch them. Reaching up, I roll her nipples between my fingers. She moans softly, rocking herself against me, which is doing nothing to cure my erection. I pull her down and catch her nipple with my tongue.

  “Oh . . .” She sighs, biting her lip. She has no idea the effect she has on me. She glances down at my cock and laughs. I roll my eyes, because that's just what a guy wants to hear. “I'm laughing because you're so hard.” She curls her fist around my shaft, wetting her lips. “I love that I can do this to you.”

  You have no idea.

  As she shuffles down the bed, I wonder what she's doing. She pushes her hair over one shoulder and gives me a devilish grin. My thoughts evade me the second her lips are on my cock. It's incredible. I can't even explain how good she feels. It takes all my resistance to hold back and not try to deep throat her, but really, that's all I want to do.

  She’s licking around my knob and looking up at me through those long dark eyelashes. She’s so fucking sexy. I grab her shoulders and motion for her to lift her head, wiggling my way down to meet her under the blankets.

  I roll her so I’m on top in between her legs. There’s only a little bit of light coming through the thick white blanket but I can see the lines on her face. I’m resting on my elbows with my hands holding each side of her face.

  “I don’t think you realize how much I adore you,” I say, looking into her eyes.

  She smiles and raises her head to kiss me gently on the lips. “I feel the same way.”

  “What, you adore yourself?” I reply in a smart-ass tone, smirking.

  Laughing, she rams her fingers into my sides but she won’t get far. I’m not ticklish in the least. Well I am, but I’m not going to tell her where that place is.

  “Give up, Jill. Give up already.” I lean on one arm to start tickling her side. I’ve never met someone who’s so responsive to me, tickled or not. She’s laughing so hard as I rub her tickle spot that tears are forming in her eyes. Her bed hair is scattered all over the white sheets.

  “Okay,” she struggles to talk while laughing. “I give up. You win.”

  I run my hand up to her breast at the same time, lowering my head. My tongue reaches out to lick her nipple that’s instantly erect.

  “Mmmm,” she moans. “More.”

  My cock is still in a state of hardness as I rub it against her entrance. She’s wet, but I already knew that as I can smell her arousal. Such a beautiful scent.

  Slowly pushing in, we both groan together as her legs wrap around and her nails make the
ir way down my back. I go slow, because I want to soak up everything that is this girl before we get back to the harsh reality of life.

  We make love several more times and doze in and out of asleep tangled in a mess of arms and legs. It’s not till our stomachs grumble at lunchtime that we leave the comfort of being entwined together.

  We spend the rest of the day lazing around the house, doing not much apart from each other. I'm exhausted, and I'm pretty sure there's not much left in my tank. I am aching like I have never ached before, but at the same time it feels amazing. Today I've had her on the bed, in the shower, on the kitchen counter, and on the living room floor. It's like I can't get through an hour without being inside her. I laugh. How am I going to be after tomorrow—seeing her every day and knowing I can't have her? Fuck. I laugh.

  “What's so funny?” she asks.

  “Nothing. Just thinking about tomorrow.”

  “School,” she guesses. She sits up and faces me. “Is this the part where you tell me it's over?”

  I study her face. “You don't seem surprised.”

  She laughs. “I'm not an idiot, Eli. I know how your mind works. Besides, you already told me as much: you're too good a guy to be fucking your student.”

  “That's not what we're doing,” I reply, angry that she thinks that's what I think of us. I don’t fuck her. What we do is so much more than that.

  “Isn't it?” she asks. “Then how come it’s so easy for you to give up on us?”

  “That's not what I'm doing,” I say, frustrated.

  How can I put this so she will understand? And that's the thing: she’s still a child. Regardless of the fact that she is eighteen, she’s so young compared to me, and it’s obvious now more than ever how differently we think.

  “I'm not giving up on us. That's not what this is about. It's five months, Jill. Surely you can handle that?” I snap.

  Hurt flashes in her eyes. “So now I'm being immature?”

  “Aren’t you?” I fire back. “This is my career. It's not some schoolyard game. Look, I want to be with you. You know that, but if you can't respect what I need to do then maybe we shouldn’t be together.”

  “Fine.” She gets to her feet and storms off into my bedroom, returning a few minutes later with her bag full of things. “See you at school tomorrow, Mr. Anderson.”

  Before I can respond, she is out the door. Shit. I race into the bedroom and throw on jeans, then head to the door to chase after her. She's halfway down the drive by the time I reach her side.

  “I didn't mean it like that.”

  “You did. You wouldn't have said it otherwise. Hell, maybe you’re right. Maybe I am too young to do this. Maybe I need to experience high school like everyone else, huh?”

  She's pissed. I stand back and let her speak.

  “Maybe what I should be having is drunken sex with the football team behind the bleachers, or giving free head in the boys’ locker room.”

  “Jill,” I growl, reaching for her arm. “For fuck’s sake, stop acting like—”

  “Like what, Eli?” she asks. “A teenager?”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jill

  I’ve never been so filled with lust for someone that it consumes my days. It’s pathetic, really, since I haven’t been with Eli for long, not counting the months before we actually met. My phone is being kept out of reach so I don’t get the urge to text him for a booty call. And my God, I’ve wanted to text him so many times in the last two days.

  My phone vibrates as I’m walking to school. I fish it out of my bag, my heart dropping when I see it’s not him. It’s Alice.

  “What do you mean he wants to wait five months? Fuck, is he a monk or something?” Alice screeches, her voice high-pitched.

  I sigh. How can I explain it to her when I don’t understand it myself? “The thing is, I’m trying to be rational about it all. I get what he’s saying, but five months is a long time, especially when I have to see him every freaking day.”

  “Well, at least you’re free to see other guys, right? I mean, he can’t expect you to do nothing for the rest of the year, can he?”

  “I don’t want to see other guys,” I mumble.

  “Just think of it as work experience, Jill. You won’t be there for a long while, but it’ll give you experience for the next venture.” She snickers and I groan. Sometimes she just thinks too far outside the norm.

  “Really, Alice? You want to relate having sex with different guys to work experience? Fuck, I may as well just be a hooker and get paid for it at the same time.” I laugh.

  “Hmm, I think you’re onto something there, Jilly.” She cracks up laughing.

  “You’re such a dick, but that’s why I love you. I gotta go.”

  Hanging up, I see Sophia walking in from the parking lot ahead.

  “Sophia,” I yell.

  She turns and waves, and I run to catch up with her.

  ***

  I walk down the hallway alone, heading toward history class. My stomach is a knot of nerves. We haven’t spoken since the other night. Every time I see him I walk the other way, because the thought of dealing with him is too much for me to handle right now. Even so, I’m pissed that not once has he tried to talk to me. How does that work? We had the most intense relationship, and now he won’t even fucking acknowledge me. He is the definition of the word ‘asshole.’

  I take a deep breath and push the door open. I can feel his eyes on me, but I refuse to look at him. I scan the room until I see Sophia. I’m so freaking happy she was able to transfer into this class, because I really need the support. I walk over and sit down next to her. She eyes me sympathetically, and I nod, but smile to let her know I’m okay.

  “Check out the hot, blond surfer boy sitting in the front row,” she whispers, nodding her head in his direction. Oh, wow. He is hot. Lean body, longish blond hair, and a really cute face. I’d go there. Or I would have once.

  Sophia giggles loudly, catching surfer boy’s attention. He turns around and smiles at me. I smile back, fully aware that Eli is glowering at me. He looks angry and I feel a sense of satisfaction. What does he expect when he tells me that we’re over?

  “Yeah, he’s cute all right.” I giggle at Sophia. She glances at Eli and smiles gleefully.

  “Oh, he’s so annoyed,” she whispers.

  I stare straight ahead with a smirk on my lips.

  “Sophia, Jill. Both of you have detention.”

  “For what?” I sputter. For smiling at another guy?

  “For talking during class,” he responds, his voice cool. “Anyone else want to join them?” he asks, scanning the room. Everyone sits up a little straighter, eyes wide. Eli never behaves this way, so naturally everybody is shocked. I scowl at him. For someone scared of drawing attention to our relationship, he’s acting like a nut.

  The rest of the class goes by without any more hiccups. Eli ignores me, and I ignore him. Leaving class, Sophia and I are at the door when Eli’s voice cuts through the noise of students talking.

  “Don’t forget detention this afternoon, Sophia and Jill.”

  I don’t even turn around. I ignore his comment and walk right out the door. Fuck him.

  Sophia catches up to me as I open my locker to change my books for Chemistry next period. “What was all that about?” Sophia asks me, wide-eyed.

  “Beats me. We got in trouble for talking.” I wave her off like it’s nothing. I’d rather not talk about it right now.

  “It’s more than that, Jill. I know there’s more going on with you two than you tell me. Have you guys had a fight?” I was hoping she didn’t realize my boyfriend, or ex, now—was Eli, but it wasn’t hard for her to guess.

  “We had a disagreement over something. It’s all good.” I slam my locker door. “C’mon, let’s get a drink before the next class.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Eli

  It’s unbelievably fucking hard to teach a class with Jill sitting less than twenty feet away from me.
And for her to check out a guy in the room—well, that just made me livid. What’s worse is I had to pretend indifference and ignore her when all I wanted to do was go all caveman on her and lug her over my shoulder and back into my cave.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have given her and her friend detention, but I just snapped. I’m trying not to draw attention to us, but I’ve done a complete one-eighty on how I act around her. I need to be careful, or it isn’t going to take much for someone to figure out what’s going on.

  Jill walks into the room, narrowing her eyes at me, Sophia on her tail.

  “We’re here to report for detention,” Jill says, tossing her backpack onto a desk.

  I watch her as she sinks into a seat. “Get out your homework and work on that for the next hour,” I order. I position myself at my desk with a stack of papers and begin grading, refusing to look at her.

  I can see from the corner of my eye that she keeps looking up at me. I’ve been grading the same question on the same paper for ten minutes now. She’s distracting me, and all I want to do is grab her and pull her into one of the cleaner’s closets to apologize and hug her. It’s taking all my strength not to let them go now.

  Walking out of the school to the parking lot, I unlock the door of my car. I’ve never been so glad for a day to be over. All my patience has gone out the window. However, I have one more stop before I can officially end my day. I need to see Dad.

  “Excuse me, Mr. Anderson?”

  I turn around, plastering a fake smile on my face. “Samantha. How can I help you?”

  “Any chance you’d be able to give me a ride home?” She blinks at me and wets her lips, her fingers toying with the hem of her skirt, which has been rolled shorter than normal. Hell fucking no. When will these young girls get the fucking message?

  How different is she from Jill? Jill is just a more brilliant version of Samantha, but in reality they’re the same age. If it were Jill that came up to me asking for a lift home, I don’t think I’d be able to turn her down.