Cracks in the circle

Fiona’s POV

“Hey, you good?,” Paris muttered as she strode in with Jude, and I nodded, clutching her back a little too tightly. The room still smelled faintly of sex and Jalen’s cologne,I prayed she didn’t notice.

My body still tingled, my legs still trembled, but I wanted more, I wanted to go back to him and fuck him more–fiercely, and I just couldn’t wait for Paris to be out.

She pulled back, grinning widely. “You look… different,” she said and raised her hand in an innocent surrender “Glowy. What’s the secret? Rich-girl holiday spa or something?”

I forced a laugh that sounded false even to my own ears. “Just glad to be back with you.”

“Hmm, I doubt that,” she added.

Then, Jude lingered near the door, arms crossed, watching us. When Paris turned to him, her smile softened into something almost shy.

“Okay, so…” She grabbed my hand, eyes sparkling. “We have good news. But you have to promise me not to freak out or tell anyone.”

I raised an eyebrow, curious. “Okayyyy…”

She glanced at Jude, then back at me, lowering her voice like the empty classroom might overhear. “Jude and I… we’re together. Like, official. But we’re keeping it quiet for now. No big announcements. Just us.”

I froze, and my stomach dropped.

I stole a glance at Jude, and he met my gaze for half a second—long enough for me to see the flatness in his eyes, the faint curl of his mouth that doesn’t feel like joy. It was something colder and annoying, like he’d won a round in a game. For a moment, I felt disappointed and protective of Paris. Even after telling her what he did to me, she still decided to stay with him, i shrugged, trying to push the hard feelings off as i stare into his eyes. My instinct kept buzzing, I knew Jude was never going to feel the same way as Paris felt. He’s a player, for goodness sake, he is the most popular boy in the school and has always had eyes for me since I knew him.

Some part of me wanted to scream it into Paris’s ears, and another silly part of me was jealous even though I never liked Jude.

Then he flashed his charming smile at me and my stomach fluttered. The same smile he used to flash at me before everything turned sour.

I tore my gaze back to Paris. “That’s… wow,” I managed. “I’m happy for you guys.” I lied with a straight look into Paris’s eyes and that pinched me.

Paris beamed, squeezing my hand. “Right? I know it’s sudden, but after the break we just… clicked. And I figured, why not? Life’s too short.”

“You’re right,” I answered.

Jude’s eyes stayed on me. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Life’s too short.”

The words felt like a warning wrapped in silver.

I swallowed the urge to call him out. To ask why his eyes looked dead when he looked at the girl who was supposed to be his girlfriend. To tell Paris she deserved someone whose heart actually beat faster when she walked into the room.

But I didn’t.

Not when she looked so damn happy like that.

I forced another smile. “I’m glad you’re happy, Paris. You…” I paused. “deserve it.”

She hugged me again, oblivious. Jude watched over her shoulder, and I felt the weight of his stare like fingers grabbing my mound, it felt like he was looking through me.

“We will see you later, we’ve got a date at the cafe.”

I nodded and they left soon after, it was obvious Paris was the one in love as she kept chatting about weekend plans, and Jude just remained silent beside her.

I stayed in the classroom long after they were gone, heart hammering as I replayed the exact moment Jalen pushed his dick inside me, sending a squeeze into my thigh and a shiver of orgasm through my soul, feeling reluctant to go to my room and praying Jalen would check back into the class but he didn’t.

My neck stiffened and hurt because I had been in one position all day–staring at my phone for new positions I could try with Jalen–excitement building deep inside me. All I could think of was the skimpy black dress and matching lace lingerie I had bought online. It was supposed to dangerously give away a larger part of my skin and thigh—anything to drive him crazy. The way I bought them on impulse yesterday, imagining Jalen’s hands ripping them off.

My phone’s low battery brought me back to reality, the sun had already set.

I rushed back to my room, had a quick shower, slipped into my lingerie and the dress, and stood in front of the mirror to admire my curves before leaving.

“I hope you’re ready jalen”

I bit my lower lip and stepped out of my room, shoving a long coat over my dress, so I'm not too obvious to anyone who sees me. I went straight to his office.

The school hallway was quiet—everyone had gone home for the day. I slipped inside without knocking.

Jalen looked up from his desk, he looked so hot with his messy hair, loose tie, and his sleeves rolled to his elbows. The second he saw me, his pen stilled.

“Bunny,” he said, voice low and rough. “You ought to be resting for tomorrow’s class,”

I locked the door behind me. Click, and turned to him, not in haste to do anything.

“I thought you could need a company.”

His eyes darkened as I walked toward him slowly, locking my squinted eye with his until I slouched into the chair in front of him. Then reach for the buttons on the coat I wore, undoing each one slowly with my eyes still locked with his, his face twisted in curiosity. He dropped his pen and clasped his hands together beneath his jaw before rubbing the back of his nape—restless. The coat slid to the floor with a soft sound.

His gaze raked over me—hungry, waiting in so much anticipation, I could see a drop of sweat rolling down from the corner of his head, his breath grew dangerously ragged.

“What are you doing, bunny?” he asked, but I only responded with a smile and slid under his desk until I was between his knees, he gulped, swallowing his breath as I undid his zipper. His dick was already hard, waiting, begging to be touched. I swirl my tongue around the cap, and wrap my mouth around him tasting every drop of his precum as it prickles. He threw his head back and groaned.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered.

“You like it?” I asked. He didn’t answer with words, he pushed my head back to take his cock, bucking his hips harder against my mouth till I was choking and coughing.

“Fuck! Your mouth is so warm and tight,” he said and I felt the urge to take more until I couldn’t anymore. I tapped on his laps and he groaned again, fucking harder.

“You can take it bunny, just a little longer hun.” I nodded slowly—shut my eyes close as his dick expanded my throat until he paused again.

“Fuck! I’m not ready to cum yet,” he added. Then, he pulled away—his hands shot to my hips, yanking me forward until I straddled his lap. The chair creaked under our weight. His mouth found mine, claiming my lips as his own. I moaned into the kiss, already grinding against his thick length with my wet cunt.

“Such a fucking tease,” he chuckled, growling against my lips. “You ain’t scared of getting caught walking around campus in this little thing are you? You want the whole department to know what a needy little slut you are for me? hun?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “I want them to know.”

He chuckled once but darkly. “Careful what you wish for, bunny.”

His hands slid up my thighs, pushing the dress higher. His fingers found the lace edge of my lingerie.

“These are new?”

“I bought them for you,” I answered but that sent him even hungrier, his face turned dark.

“Take off your dress,” he ordered. “I wanna see how good they look on you.”

Just as my dress slipped to the ground, his finger crawled under the fabric and tugged it hard. The lace tore with a soft rip, and I gasped.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Now spread those legs wider. Let me see how wet you already are.”

I obeyed instantly.

He groaned when his fingers slid through my folds. “Soaked. You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”

“All day,” I whimpered. “All week.”

He circled my clit once—slow and torturous. “Beg.”

“Please, Jalen…”

“Professor,” he corrected, voice—husky as he watched me quiver under his control “Say it properly.”

“Please, Professor,” I gasped. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me.”

He didn’t make me wait.

His already thick and hard cock leaned against my entrance. Then he lifted me just enough to line up—and slammed me down in one brutal stroke.

I cried out, head falling back.

“Quiet,” he hissed, hand clamping over my mouth. “Unless you want someone to hear you screaming my name again.”

The reminder of earlier sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I clenched around him, shivering. A strong metallic smell hit my nose and I could feel a thick liquid seeping through my thigh. He felt it as well and raised my thigh to check.

“Fiona,” he paused, with a hint of shock in his eyes. “Is this your first time?” he asked, and I nodded. “Shit,” he cursed, lowering me to the ground but I clasped harder around him.

“No, please–don’t stop, I really want this,” I begged.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” I answered.

He cursed under his breath. “Fuck. You like the risk, don’t you?”

I nodded frantically behind his palm.

He started moving—slow at first, deep, punishing rolls of his hips that hit every spot inside me. Then faster. Harder. The desk rattled. And my mouth remained open, gathering air.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Taking daddy’s cock like you were made for it. Such a perfect little whore.”

I moaned behind his hand, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Make yourself come on my dick. I want to feel it.”

My fingers flew between us, circling fast. The pressure built too quickly.

“Come for me, bunny,” he commanded. “Now. Milk me dry,” he added.

I shattered.

He followed seconds later, burying himself deep, groaning my name like it hurts. His groan sounded like a dream come true.

We stayed like that—panting, trembling—until he softened inside me.

He kissed my forehead, my nose, my lips. Soft and tender.

“Do you want more?” I whispered, already rocking gently.

His laugh was low and exhausting but aroused. “You’re going to be the death of me, bunny.”

But he was already hardening again.

He dropped me and flipped me over the desk—chest pressed to the cold wood, and my ass in the air.

“Wait,” I halted him, and bent over to pick my bag up, he landed a smack on my ass and I chuckled.

“What have you got up your sleeve this time,” he asked but I smiled as I pulled out the small rose toy I got with my dress, and tossed it to him.

“Hmm, I see–what’s your plan?”

“I don’t know, I saw it in a video and I thought you could use it on me,”

He didn’t let me finish, he carried me, landing my ass on the wooden desk. He turned the toy on and pressed it against my clit. The ecstasy hit me hard, I flung my head back and cried.

“I’m cumming professor, fuck!” I screamed, but he didn’t let me finish, he pushed his cock in me, slowly, and deeper, one hand fisted in my hair, the other grabbed my thigh as he plunged into me.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he rasped.

“You,” I sobbed. “Only you.”

“Say it again.”

“Only you, Professor. Only daddy.”

He circled fucked me through another orgasm—then another—until I was boneless, shaking, whispering his name like a prayer.

When we finally stopped, the office smelled like sex and sweat and us.

I fixed my dress with trembling hands. He tucked himself back in, re-knotted his tie.

“I have to go home,” he said quietly. “Marian’s expecting me.”

The name hit me like ice, cold and strong.

I nodded. I didn't trust myself to speak.

He kissed me once more—slow, and lingering—then walked to the door and I followed behind him.

He opened it.

And froze.

Elena stood there.

Hand raised as if she was about to knock. Her eyes widened. Cheeks flushed.

For one endless second, no one moved.

Her gaze flicked from Jalen’s scattered tie, to the faint red stain on his neck I knew I’d left, his hair still rough, dress still wrinkled, and I was standing behind him.

“Elena,” he paused.