Rewriting History (9 page)

Chapter Sixteen

Jill

It’s New Year’s Eve and Eli surprised me with strawberries and champagne on the banks of Lithgow Lake before dinner. I sigh when his large, soft hands envelope mine as we walk along the edge of the water. The sunset is casting its final light upon us as the breeze starts to cool. Eli wraps his arm around my shoulders and places a kiss on my temple. 

“I love being with you, Jill,” Eli says. My heart flutters.

Turning my body so my front is against his front, I wrap my arms around his waist and look up at his soft eyes.  I can’t believe that in a few days we will be back at school. I cannot wait to graduate. Things will be so much easier when I’m no longer his student.

He still hasn’t mentioned ‘us,’ although I know the talk is coming, and I know what he’s going to say. The only reason I haven’t brought it up is because I don’t want to hear it. I’m racking my brain, trying to think of a way around this . . . around
us
, but I’m coming up empty.

“I love being with you too,” I respond with a small smile.

Resting my head on his chest, I hug him tightly. It’s moments like this when nothing in the world matters. It feels like it’s just us, and nobody can stop us from being together.

We stay that way till the dark night greets us. He kisses my forehead, his arm enveloping me. There is a definite chill in the air. 

“Come on, babe, let’s go eat,” he whispers softly in my ear as his hands run up and down my back.

Pulling away from his face, I grin. “Can just I eat you?”

He laughs and swats my ass. “Food, woman, food. A man’s gotta eat to keep his energy up.”

Eli has booked us into the little tapas bar that sits overlooking the water. It’s a quaint restaurant with dim lighting coming from big black industrial lamps, and old black and white pictures hanging from the red brick walls. We are sitting opposite one another on one of the several long thin black tables that line the room. Our fingers are entwined as his thumb rubs gently over my skin.  There are no words needed to express how relaxed I’m feeling right now, with him.

“I’ve never quite met anyone like you.” He gazes at me. “You’re like the complete package—everything I’ve wanted. I’ve never met someone who I’m so compatible with.”

And here I thought I couldn’t like this guy any more than I already do. 

The waiter walks over, and plates of deep-fried Spanish food fill the table along with a large carafe of sangria.  I’m so glad they didn’t ask me for ID as that would have ruined the night. I’m surprised Eli actually ordered the wine, but I love acting older than my age, living the
grown-up
life.    

“Open,” he murmurs, placing a spoonful of paella at my lips. As I suck the spoon, I can’t help but smirk at how many ways his “order” could be taken.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I grin. “I like it when you tell me to open.”

He rolls his eyes and laughs. “I’ve got myself a classy girl.”

I giggle. “Don’t you forget it.”

The food is fucking amazing. Rich in spice with a hint of heat, my lips are burning from the sensation and it’s making me hot. In more ways than one.

I undo the top button of my shirt in an attempt to cool down. Eli groans, his gaze falling on my chest. He adjusts himself, looking a little uncomfortable as his face colors, and I smirk. Obviously I’m having the same effect on him as he’s having on me.

He leans over and whispers to me. “If you’re going to play with me like that, you need to hurry up and eat so I can bury myself in you.”

I laugh.

My man is on a mission.

We finish dinner and make it out to the car, kissing and touching each other. It’s nearing midnight, but neither of us cares about anything other than being with each other. He groans and pushes me into the vehicle, mumbling something about going back to his place right now. I grin as he revs the engine and accelerates off, because I’m not prepared to wait.

Loosening my seatbelt, I flip my hair over my shoulder and lean over toward him.  His eyes leave the road for a second as he raises his eyebrows at me, his expression amused. He can probably guess what I’m about to do because I can guarantee his mind has gone there. He’s a guy: their minds always go to sex—or in this case, blow jobs.

“Eyes on the road,” I say, taking charge for once. He laughs, but obliges.

Undoing the button of his shorts, I can feel how hard he is. I reach in and grab his cock from the confines of his clothes. I lean forward and lick from one side to the other before taking as much of him as I can handle. He gasps as my tongue swirls around the circle, loving the salty taste of him. 

My eyes lock on his face as I run my tongue down his shaft. He groans, grabbing my hair forcefully, holding me just out of reach.

“Christ, Jill, if you don’t stop I’m going to crash,” he moans. 

I roll my eyes and back off. He’s no fun.

The front door of Eli’s house slams behind me and I reach out and grab his hand.  He’s too focused on getting to the bedroom, but that’s not what I want now. Not tonight. I drag him into the living room and crawl onto his sofa. He eyes me suspiciously.

“I thought we could talk or something,” I say, teasingly.

He raises an eyebrow. “You want to talk? I had to forcefully remove you from my cock in the car, and now you want to
talk
? Is this payback or something?” he jokes, sitting down next to me, his tongue flicking my ear lobe. “I thought we could do something more intimate to see in the new year.”

“I’m glad to hear you think having a conversation with me is payback.” I giggle, climbing into his arms. “Remember when we first started talking, how deep and serious our discussions were? I miss that. One of the things that drew me to you the most was your knowledge, and how passionate you were about the things I love.”

“Yeah.” He grins, kissing me on the forehead. “We had some good arguments, too.” He chuckles.

“Discussions,” I retort, sticking my tongue out.

“Sure.
Discussions
,” he repeats, his eyes twinkling.

“You know what I want to do?” I say suddenly, twisting my body around so I’m facing him. “I want to go to Greece.”

“You should. I’ve been. I spent nearly a year in Greece and Italy back before I started college. One of the best experiences of my life.”

“But then that means I’ll be away from you,” I pout.

“I could always take leave from teaching and work abroad and you study.” 

“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 their 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
?”