Breaking point

Jalen’s POV

“No, Jordan.”

Just her—legs spread wide, black silk sheets twisted around her ankles, and one of her hands gripping the headboard while the other worked a thick, curved vibrator in slow thrusts. Her eyes rolled up each time she felt her orgasm near, head tilted back, lips parted on a cracky moan.

Gosh, I hated that moan.

“Jordan… yes, just like that… fuck, Jordan…”

That name suddenly hit me like a slap as she repeated it, as if he was really on her.

She was so into the pleasure that she didn’t hear me enter. She just kept moving the toy deeper, burdging her hips harder against it, whispering his name like a prayer she’d been holding in for years.

Then she blinked and her eyes fluttered widely open locking on mine.

The vibrator still turned on inside her.

For one long, frozen second, neither of us moved.

Then she yanked the toy free with a loose moan, tossed it aside like it burned her, and sat up, pulling the sheet over her chest.

“Jalen—”

I could tell she didn’t finish with the frown mixed with shock on her forehead.

I turned on my heel and stormed down the staircase toward the guest room where Jordan had stayed. I shoved it open but it was empty, and the bed was already made, his suitcase gone. No trace of him whatsoever except the scent of his cologne mingling with the air.

Marian’s voice suddenly came behind me.

“He left Jalen.”

“Of course he had,” I answered and slammed the door so hard the frame vibrated.

When I turned back, Marian was standing in the hallway, wrapped in a silk robe now, hair mussed, cheeks still flushed from what she’d been doing.

“You’re unbelievable,” I said, voice dangerously low.

She lifted her chin. Defiant.

“Don’t act so shocked, Jalen. You’ve been starving me for years. Years. You think I don’t notice how you flinch when I touch you? You always make excuses just because you didn’t want to touch me? And when you make up your mind to finally touch me, Fiona is on your mind till you call me by her name.”

I clenched my teeth. “Yes. I say it. I think it. I fuck her name into my pillow when I’m alone because I can’t stand the thought of touching you anymore. What are you gonna do about it?” I snapped.

Her laugh came out sharp and bitter.

“Then we’re even. I call Jordan’s name because at least he looks at me like I’m desirable. Like I’m a woman. You used to look at me that way. Before you decided I was just… a fucking piece of furniture.”

“What the hell is going on between you and Jordan? Are you fucking your cousin?”

“And you, what the fuck is going on between you and a girl old enough to be your daughter?,” she shot back. Don’t lecture me about fidelity when you’ve been breaking every rule in the book.”

I stepped closer. Voice dropped.

“I want a divorce.” The words landed clearly because I meant every word.

Marian’s expression didn’t change at first. Then her lips curved dangerously.

“You think it’s that easy? You think I’ll just let you dump me anytime you like?” She snapped with her arms crossed.

“You dare walk away from me, and I will walk straight to the board and tell them everything you’ve been doing with a student. You forgot that I have friends on every major university board in this country. Every corporate board that matters. You’ll be blacklisted. Unhireable.”

I stared at her, my hand balled into a fist as rage burned through me

“You wouldn’t dare,”

“Oh watch me Jalen, I’d destroy you because you don’t get to leave me,” she hissed. “Not after everything I’ve tolerated. Not after I built half of what you have.”

I was supposed to respond with the rage burning inside me but I just turned and stormed out of the house back to the university.

The campus was dark and silent as I walked to my office, it felt like the only place left that still belonged to me.

I dropped into my chair, head in my hands. Then I pulled out my phone to text Fiona, I knew I wasn’t supposed to with the danger lurking around what we shared but she was the only one who could help me ease my tensed shoulder.

I’m in the office, I need you.

Her reply came in under a minute and twenty minutes later, the door opened.

She slipped inside—still in the dress from earlier but without her coat, her face wrinkled with worry.

“Jalen?” she called.

I stood sharply, crossed my table in three strides, and kissed her like I was drowning.

She gasped into my mouth, hands fisting my shirt. I backed her against the door, locking it with one hand while the other shoved her dress up to her waist.

I tore her panties down her thighs and she kicked them off.

I tugged her legs to the side and she wrapped them around my waist.

“I’m sorry,” I said before sinking into her in one rough thrust.

“Fuck! Yes,” she cried with her head flung to the back as I thrust even harder until my anger slowly wore off.

I couldn’t stop fucking her wet tight cunt especially when she makes that silly noise in my ears. It was rough but we did it everywhere in the office. On the desk, floor, against the bookshelf.

Every thrust felt like punishment and she took it all.

When we finally collapsed onto the couch in the corner, sweaty, she curled against my chest.

“What happened?” she whispered.

I stared at the ceiling still catching my breath

“Nothing I can’t handle,” I answered, and kissed her temple. “But I might get a divorce.”

Fiona lifted her head. Eyes searching mine.

“Are you sure about this? She’s not gonna let you leave just like that.”

“I know,” I answered and we both went silent holding each other until sleep took us.

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FIONA’S POV

I woke up with a wet thigh and a squeezed cunt, I couldn't help but notice how horny I was

I was still draped over Jalen, breathing softly as I took in his cute messy face as he steadied his breath.

I shifted, releasing a slight moan and his length reacted to it, hard again. It was like he was expecting me to make a sound.

I pushed myself down to meet his length slowly, careful not to let him notice, and slid my lips on his hard length, gulping and tightening my lips tightly on his length as my hand stroked it lightly.

“You’ve managed to be a bad girl,” he murmured and groaned his breath trembling as he reached for my head, controlling it with care.

“So warm” he paused “and slippery” he added and raised my head

“Bad little bunny,” he praised, and I smiled.

“Morning, Professor.”

He rolled me beneath him.

“Morning, bunny.”

My legs tightened around my hips as I strided him. Hands in his hair. He pressed his length inside me and groaned silently. I couldn’t help but cling to him harder as his cock stretched me out until I felt my orgasm rushing to the edge.

“I’m cuming professor please,” I asked, looking straight into his eyes.

“Make a mess on that cock, bunny,” he ordered and I came, trembling, whispering his name—he followed right after, burying his face in my neck.

We stayed tangled for a few more minutes.

Then reality intruded when the school bell suddenly resounded in the background.

“Shit,” I muttered. “I have to get back before anyone sees us.”

I scrambled up before he could say anything. Fixed my dress as best I could. I didn’t get a chance to fix my hair, I planted one last kiss on his lips and slipped out.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to look like I hadn’t just spent the night fucking my professor on every surface in his office.

After a few walks close to my room, I bumped into Elena at a corner, the look on her face already felt like she knew where I was coming from–like she got a hint of what happened.

“Good… good morning ma’am,” I gestured, hands trembling as I bolted straight to my room without another word. She didn’t respond, she glared dangerously–her eyes following every one of my moves until I disappeared.

I slammed my door shut before breathing again. The only thing that could calm my nerves was a cold bath, I thought.

JALEN’S POV

Another knock came on the door and I opened it as fast as I could thinking it was Fiona again but it wasn’t.

“Elena.”

She froze in the doorway, eyes wide. Taking in my rumpled shirt, the couch cushions askew, the faint scent of sex still hanging in the air.

Then her gaze dropped to the floor—where Fiona’s black lace panties lay forgotten near the leg of the desk.

She looked back up at me. And I could swear I saw a hint of shock, hurt, and confusion in her eyes.

“Jalen,” she said quietly.

I didn’t know what to say but heat flooded through me till I started sweating. For a handful of minutes, we both stared at each other—tension building slowly.

Then she turned and walked out, shutting the door hard behind her.