Taste of Ms. Alexander

Chapter 7 - The Night He Called

Amanda Alexander
Monday | 4:00 pm

My day was filled with introductions and course overviews, but beneath it all, I spent most of my time adjusting to my new reality. Every time a student called me "Miss Alexander," it felt slightly surreal. Just years ago, I had been the one sitting in those classrooms. Now, I was standing at the front of them.

The responsibility was exciting, but it was also exhausting.

By the end of the day, my social battery was drained, my feet were killing me, and I had completely forgotten about lunch. So, when I finally walked through my front door, my stomach was growling in protest. I dropped my things in my room, kicked off my heels, and headed straight for the kitchen. Food was the only thing on my mind.

There it was. My forgotten ham sandwich still sitting on the counter exactly where I had left it that morning, practically mocking me. I wasted no time devouring it, and only after the last bite did I feel remotely human again.

Unfortunately, the food did nothing to ease the exhaustion weighing on me.

After spending the entire day on my feet, all I wanted was a hot shower. The moment I stepped beneath the stream of water, a wave of relief washed over me. The warmth eased the tension from my muscles and rinsed away the sweat and stress of the day. It was exactly what I needed.

I grabbed my washcloth and squeezed a generous amount of Dove body wash onto it. Working it between my palms, I built a rich lather before gliding it over my skin. My eyes drifted shut as I moved the cloth across my body, letting the warm water and fragrant soap melt away the tension from the day.

Yet, despite my efforts to relax, my thoughts wandered elsewhere.

Anthony.

The memory of him slipped into my mind uninvited. I imagined his hands tracing the same path as the washcloth, and a shiver coursed through me. The warmth of the shower only seemed to heighten my awareness, making it impossible to ignore the longing that had quietly lingered beneath the surface since the night before.

Without even realizing it, my fingers trailed lower, instinctively seeking the growing ache between my thighs. My breath hitched as I pressed against my sensitive clit, carefully tracing circles. With each motion, waves of pleasure coursed through me, making my knees weak.

The washcloth slipped from my grasp as my free hand traveled upward, cupping my breast in a soft, lingering squeeze. My body responded eagerly, and my mind was lost in the fantasy of Anthony's touch.

"Anthony"
"Anthony"
"Anthony"

His name spilled from my lips.

My body craved what had yet to be explored. It might have been too soon to want him this way, but the longing was undeniable. I curled my fingers inside, pressing firmly against my G-spot. My walls clenched in response and the pressure built rapidly as I edged closer to my release. I braced my back against the shower wall as I chased the pleasure, working my fingers faster and more desperate.

A scream in release tore through me as my orgasm hit, sending pleasure rippling across my body. My breath came in ragged gasps as I withdrew my fingers, watching in awe as my release dripped down my wrist. I had never come this hard before from my own touch. What was Anthony doing to me? The ache between my thighs was unexplainable. I needed to be fucked tonight.

After rinsing off, I threw on my pajamas and retreated to my bed. Determined to distract myself, I opened Netflix and scrolled through the available titles. After a few minutes of indecision, I settled on 365 Days and pressed play. Though halfway through the movie, my body betrayed me again. My core was wet and needy, begging for attention.

"I can't keep doing this to my fucking self," I cursed internally.

I got so frustrated, I opted for another shower, this time resisting the temptation to touch myself. When I stepped out, I wrapped my towel around me and headed back to my room. Just as I got to my bed, my phone vibrated. A call from Spragga (Anthony).

"Ah dey outside. Walk wid yuh work clothes one time," he said, then hung up before I could respond.

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. This man was beyond crazy. His text earlier made sense now. Should I even go? A gut feeling told me to stay my ass home, but another part of me said, Fuck it. What's the worst that could happen?

I grabbed my overnight bag from the closet and packed the essentials, making sure to include my work clothes. After lotioning my skin, I slipped into a two-piece cropped beige sweatsuit. The soft fabric hugged my curves in all the right places, feeling far more comfortable than a dress. No underwear. Not because he asked, but because I wanted to.

Once I was satisfied with my outfit, I grabbed my keys and headed outside, making sure to lock my doors behind me. The last thing I wanted was anyone wandering into my home while I was gone.

After locking the door, I adjusted the strap of my overnight bag and stepped off the porch. Anthony's jeep sat waiting in my front yard, its engine humming steadily in the quiet night. A small part of me still questioned whether this was a good idea. Unfortunately, that part was quickly losing the argument.

I crossed the yard and climbed into the passenger seat. The moment I shut the door, I glanced over, only to be met with Anthony's furious gaze.

"Yuh know how long yuh have mi yah ah wait? Bur twenty five minutes done gone already! And why yuh nah wear weh mi ask?" he snapped in frustration.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Could you calm down? It's not like you sent a reminder that you were coming. I even thought you texted me by mistake."

His features softened slightly, but he didn't respond. Instead, he shifted the car into gear and drove in silence. His jaw was tight, and his eyes locked so intensely on the road ahead. After a few minutes, curiosity got the best of me.

"Where are you taking me?" Still, no answer.

His silence irritated me, and a mischievous idea crossed my mind. If he wouldn't speak, I'd make him. I ran my hand up his thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric. I didn't stop until I reached the growing bulge beneath his pants. His reaction was so immediate. His head snapped toward me and his dark eyes shot me a warning.

"Dor fuck yuh self, Amanda," he growled. 

The way my name rolled off his tongue sent a spark straight between my thighs. A slow, aching need pooled deep within me. She needed to be touched, to be fucked, and if it was by him? So be it.

I exhaled softly, withdrew my hand and placed it back onto my lap, forcing myself to look away. My gaze drifted to the window, where the silver glow of the moon painted the night in a quiet kind of beauty. We passed the Indian Bay gap, and a flicker of unease crept into my thoughts. I stole a glance at his profile, but his expression revealed nothing.

For all I knew, this man could've been driving me straight to my grave.

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Author's Note:

-This is not the final draft of this book.

-Please excuse any grammatical errors as they'll be corrected later on.

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