I got what I wanted

Fiona’s POV

“Wait here till the air is clear, then you can go to your room,” he whispered gently, his voice trembling, but his eyes were alert with instinct and danger.

My heart pounded as I nodded. I didn’t argue. I trusted him.

He slipped past me, pulling the locked-room door shut behind him before anyone could see inside.

“Jordan,” he called. “What do you want?” He asked as their footsteps retreated steadily. I let out a faint sigh, I could still hear them speak faintly. I waited until it was completely quiet before stepping out of the room. I was still lost in the fantasy, my lingerie panties hung tightly against my body and my thighs were still soaked leaving me wanting more. I’m always wanting more with him.

As soon as I got the perfect time to move out of the room. I seized the opportunity fast. My bare feet tipped silently against the floor until I finally reached my room and shut the door quietly, leaning my back against it as my chest rose and fell. I suddenly felt safe.

My hands trembled as I reached for the straps at my shoulders. The lingerie still clung to me, warm with memory, and everything we shared. I hadn’t even begun to process it—how the dreams had been real, how the room existed, how he had been waiting. Everything felt like a walkout of my dream, and I loved it as much as I did in my dreams.

Before I could change, the door opened softly.

And I gasped, but relaxed instantly as Jalen stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

“You didn’t think I’d leave you like that did you?,” he asked, quietly.

And I felt a fang of relief wash over me so fast my knees weakened. “Who was that? Marian?” he chuckled and cupped my cheek like he loved the look on my face.

“Jordan,” he replied.

My heart skipped. “Did he see—?”

“No.” Jalen crossed the room in three strides. “I told him I was cleaning the room. Preparing for an anniversary surprise.”

I blinked. “That worked?”

“He wanted to believe it.” His mouth curved into a faint, humorless smile. “And I gave him enough distraction,” he added. “Enough about him.”

His stare deepened at me, and I felt the air shift and leaned closer to him, enough for him to capture my lips like his life depended on it. He lashed my mouth with his tongue like he was hungry, parting my lips widely with every stroke and groaning in my mouth while his hand fondled my boobs wildly but gently.

He pulled away, giving room for us to catch our breath.

“I can't hold myself back bunny, I'm afraid I might go too far if I don't stop,” he whispered.

“Then don't,” I paused between my words. “Don't stop, please,” his eyes flickered even darker after my plea like I just unlocked something dangerous in him.

His gaze traveled over my body, and I was suddenly aware of how bare and exposed I was.

“He pulled me closer to him. Slamming my hand on his chest and carried me, resting my back against the cold wall. His strong hands held my leg up over his shoulders and his fingers pushed my panties to the side.

“Fuck! You're so wet,” he stated, his breath shaking. His gaze darkened with hunger for desire. Before I could react, he buried his head between my thighs—his warm tongue circled against my clit, and I stiffened, gasping for breath as I tightened my legs around his neck.

“Jalen, ohh god!! Fuck!” I whimpered. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him tighter against my pussy as my legs trembled.

I couldn't stop muffling fuck! Fuck! Fuck! In between my moans. It took a whole lot of struggle not to scream out loud.

He didn't stop lashing, in fact, he flipped harder and faster—groaning against my already swollen cunt. My hand flung to my mouth when he pulled my clit into his mouth, holding it in place with his lips and flipping his tongue against the sensitive tip, but he yanked it off.

“Fuck! Fiona,” he called softly after pulling away for a split second. But I didn’t answer, I was busy taming my trembling legs. He buried his head back and tongue fucked me like it was his dick, groaning and pushing his tongue in and out of me faster.

“Ohhh Jalen! Please… please,” I gasped. “Oh fuck!” I yelped. Then he stopped, dropping me to his waist and kissing me passionately before I could even catch my breath.

He exhaled slowly, as if bracing himself, then cupped my face gently. “We don’t have much time.”

“I know,” I whispered.

The kiss was quiet but intense, deeper than before. His hand rested at my waist, and I leaned into him, letting myself melt into his touch.

His hand reached for my folded entrance, teasing my clit and I couldn't help but bulge at the movement to match his. I flung my head to the back, arched my back, and moaned uncontrollably trying to keep my legs steady.

“You’re so wet right now, you can't wait to feel me inside you hun?”

“Yes, please,”

“Please what bunny?”

“I want to feel you inside me, I can't take this torture anymore. Please fuck me,” I pleaded and a satisfied smile curved on his face.

He carried me to the dressing table, placed me down to face the mirror, and raised my chin to look at him through the mirror. His hands rubbed my ass before roaming to my entrance but I instantly grabbed it.

“Wait,” I whispered, heart pounding.

“I can stop if you don't want this,”

“No… I do, b…but—it’s my first time,” I whispered and he pulled back but I held him closer.

“Please, don't stop i still want it, I've always wanted you to be the first. Please, fuck me!” his gaze darkened, and he swallowed.

“Are you sure?” he asked again and I nodded in response. “I'm gonna be gentle,” he added.

He pulled down his pants and his cock sprang out, brushing my thigh sending a warm shiver down my belly. I moaned, and spread my legs wider.

“I’m ready,” I said.

His warm cock paused at my entrance, rubbing it with his precum, wet and sloppy and all I could do was stare at him from the mirror with my mouth wide open, gasping for breath.

Then, he pushed his cap in slowly, striking a sharp pain through my spine.

“Ohhh godd! Fuck!” I whimpered. He pulled out and lounged in swiftly the second time.

“Shittt, ahh,” I yelped, and rolled my eyes like it would fall off my head as tears dropped weakly down my face. I could smell my blood mixed with my pussy juice as it dripped down my thigh.

“Fuck! So tight bunny, I'm gonna nuts inside you,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

It hurt but he was gentle and I didn't want it to stop. Just as he started fucking faster, his finger circled over my clit, driving me to ecstasy so fast I could feel my cum close. He noticed my moan.

“Don't you dare cum till I ask you, hold it in, I want you to cum with me,”

“Yes, fuck,” I struggled to answer.”

He pulled my hair to the back and fucked me faster, harder and I slapped my ass harder against his lap to match his movement until he started pausing, and gasping.

“Now bunny, cum for daddy, make a mess on daddy’s dick,” He said between his groans. I didn't let him finish his words before letting all my juice out.

“Yessssssss, ohhh fuck, yes, yes,” I cried, crashing onto the table, weak. Fragile, and a lazy smile laced up my face. He staggered to the bed, crashing on it as he tried to catch his breath.

Soon, he walked back to me and carried me to the bed. Turned to me and pressed a kiss on my lips.

“I know you want more but we have to stop now,” he said, even as his thumb brushed my cheek. “I have to go now,” he added.

I nodded, though it hurt.

He left soon after, slipping away as if nothing had happened at all.

I went straight to the shower, my body felt tender and my swollen cunt still hurt. Thoughts and excitement were building in my head as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Did that just happen? Did I just fucked my father's best friend for real? I was going to think deeper when my phone buzzed—it was a notification.

The screen was lighting up the darkening room. It was the group chat Paris had created for me, herself, Jude—one I hadn’t muted, even though I should have.

Jude:

School resumes in three days. Just thought you should know fi,

I rolled my eyes at the sight of his message but my head screamed three days?

My stomach tightened.

Three days until I was back on campus. Just when things were starting to get good in here with Jalen. I'm going to be away from him, sneaking in and out just to see him.

“Uggh,” I scoffed, and sat there for a long moment, staring at the message until the letters blurred. I hadn’t replied to Jude in days and after meeting with Paris, I hadn’t said a word either.

Everything felt unfinished. I missed them both but I couldn't bring myself to admit it.

****

Dinner was already set when I stepped out of my room later that evening.

The table suddenly felt small and intimate. I took my seat carefully, aware of everything and everyone at once.

Jalen sat across from me, composed as ever, but I felt his presence like a low hum beneath my skin. Every movement reminded me of what happened earlier.

Jordan leaned back in his chair, lazy confidence written all over him. His eyes found me almost immediately, and lingered a little longer than expected.

I shifted uncomfortably.

Marian, on the other hand, seemed… cheerful. Her ugly laughter was a bit louder than usual, and she cracked dry jokes that only Jordan seemed to find funny as she drank her wine with careless satisfaction.

“Finally,” she said lightly, lifting her glass. “Some peace again. The house can breathe now that the school is resuming again.”

The words were sharp, but her smile was wider. I forced one in return and Jordan chuckled softly, his gaze flicking between Marian and me. “Shame,” he said casually. “I was just getting used to the company.”

Jalen’s jaw tightened.

I barely touched my food. My thoughts were everywhere—on the locked room, on the countdown to school, on the weight of Jordan’s stare. On Marian’s laughter that felt brittle, almost forced and so fucking annoying.

And I had to endure it until dinner ended, I excused myself quickly after dinner.

Late at night, I lay on my bed fully dressed, staring at the ceiling as sleep refused to come.

My mind replayed everything. And I could feel my pussy twitch again. Jalen’s voice lingered in my head, robbing me of my sleep. I rolled onto my side, then onto my back, then sat up again.

I needed air. I slipped out of my room quietly, moving toward the kitchenette. The lights were off, but I didn’t bother switching them on. The darkness felt safer somehow.

As I stepped inside, I heard a faint sound, a low groan, and muffled moans.

I froze.

Another sound followed—breathing. A muffled laugh then I heard Jordan’s deep voice growling from a corner.

My heart lurched as I followed the sound slowly, my steps silent and hesitant, and I tried to curb my breath from getting loud. The shadows shifted as I moved closer to the corner near the counter.

Then I saw it.

Jordan, bugging hard, a little too harder like he was plunging into something. His body pressed carelessly and intensely. Marian’s head tilted back as Jordan murmured something into her ear, his hand gripping her waist.

I clapped a hand over my mouth.

My mind struggled to catch up.

I took out my phone, trying not to be noticed, and took a step back after putting my phone back but the floor creaked.

Marian’s head snapped toward me, but it was dark. I quickly slipped behind the wall before she could see me.

Marian quickly straightened slowly.

“Well,” he said calmly, as nothing unusual had happened. “Looks like we're gonna save this for later, I don't want you getting caught.”

My chest burned. I turned and ran.