EroticReverie

Elliot Middleton

The next day as I'm walking through the campus toward my building, I see Jessa outside on the steps the building, with another student standing on the ground as Jessa, stands on the first step, hand on his shoulder, laughing. 

I don't miss her hand sliding down his arm, as she flirts with him. I dart my eyes away, trying to ignore it as I get closer. 

"You're so bad" I hear her giggle quietly as I come closer to the steps, her eyes darting up to mine at the same time I take another look at her. Her eyes look away back to the boy in front of her as she talks quietly to him as I walk up the steps.

I hate the raging jealousy, the possessiveness I feel over her. She's not mine. I have a wife. It's not fair for me to expect her to not flirt. It's not fair for me to want to demand she stay away from other guys. But , I want to. I want to stake my claim on her, and not let anyone else have the fucking dream that is Jessa Jones. 

All I can think about as I walk to my lecture hall, is that damn fucking dress she had on. It was mini floral print dress, with a white base, and tiny peach colored flowers on it, a scoop neckline and short flutter sleeves. It wasn't short, but shorter than most of her dresses, coming up mid thigh. All I could think about was what color panties she might have on under it. Then thought about that damn fucking boy trying to get into said panties.

I knew I shouldn't but I texted her anyway.

"I need you to come to my office." I typed. 

Setting up my papers for my lecture that started in 30 minutes. 

I picked up my phone when it vibrated on my desk.

"Can't. On my way to class." she replied. I found my jaw twitching as I typed back.

"It'll take one second." I replied.

"Doesn't really sound worth it then." she replied. A little smirk playing at my mouth at her sassy remark. 

"Get that ass to my hall, now." I typed.

"If you need something, text me. I'll bring whatever it is to you when I'm done with my classes." she replied.

My nostrils flared.

"I need your pussy on my dick. And I can't wait." I type.

"It has to. See you later Mr. Middleton." she replied and I groaned putting my phone down and running my hand through my hair. 

"Fucking hell" I muttered to myself, at how fucking hard my dick was right now, how I had to tame it before my students started to file in soon. 

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I managed to tame myself, and somehow only managed fleeting thoughts of Jessa, legs spread on my desk every time I looked at it. 

I requested a few books from the library to be picked up, and a coffee from the cafe be brought to me as soon as she was able. 

At 2:34 I looked up as the hall door opened. 

"Cant answer my texts now?" I ask in the empty hall as Jessa holds three large text books in her one arm, my coffee in the other. 

"When I'm in class? No. I can't." she says, giving me my attitude right back. 

I'm grumpy, yes. But that's because my dick has been needing her since I walked out of her fucking apartment last night. She was always good for a morning quickie bent over my desk. But today, she'd most likely decided to punish me for not being able to stay last night. 

She walked over once stepping off the last stair and set my coffee down, and then the books, and let out a sigh .

"Anything else before I go?" she asks looking at me from across the desk. 

"Come here." I say , pushing my chair back, and grabbing my dick that stood to attention as soon as she came in the lecture hall. 

I watch her roll her eyes. 

"Not that. Anything else as in tasks, or whatever." She says and brushes her hair over her shoulder. 

"Quit being a brat." I say and stand , watching her step back from my desk as I round it.

"I'm not being a brat." she narrows her eyes on me. 

"Yes you are" are grit my teeth and then grab her arm , spin her and bend her over the desk.  She gasps. 

"Stop it Elliot" she says, squirming as I flip up her dress, and grind my dick against her ass through my pants. 

She gasps and lets out the tiniest groan when she feels how hard I am. 

Jessa

God damnit, I hate how bad I want him. My plan was to...I don't know what the hell my plan was. Give him an ultimatum? Yeah, that would go over well. 

I placed my hands on his desk as he whipped his belt loose and unzipped his pants. 

"Not gonna tell me stop again?" he groans and I feel him, already guiding his cock against my cunt, teasing me with it, sliding it over my lips. I only man. 

"And no fucking panties today Miss Jones?" he growls and I moan as he lines up and pushes into me. 

My mouth parts as I let out a breathy pant, feeling him slide into my slick wet cunt. 

"No panties....and your cunt is soaked....have you been dripping down your thighs all day like a little slut?" he groans and I moan as he thrusts hard into me, slow, but punishing thrusts. 

I nod. "Yess" I moan. Because I have been. Even though I was mad at him, I thought about him all day, how badly I wanted him, needed him. How much I hated that I wanted to try to with hold having sex with him as punishment for never spending enough time with me. But I was desperate. Always desperate for Elliot Middleton. It was pathetic. But, he felt...so fucking good. 

My nails digging into the papers on his desk, crumpling them as he slams into me, My thighs being pinned hard against the edge of his desk. He'd leave me with bruises on them, and it wouldnt be the first time. 

I gasp when he lifts my one leg, making me place my knee on his desk. 

"Elliot" I gasp his name as his cock his deeper, and lean forward, feeling my tits move in my dress as he fucks me, punishing me for with holding this morning. I knew it'd piss him off, and I was glad it did. I was glad he was fucking me like he was teaching me a lesson. Because it was a great fucking lesson.

"When I tell you to come to me...you fucking come to me..." he growls and I moan at how deep his voice as he says it through gritted teeth. He's angry, and I love it. 

"You dont flirt with little fucking boys instead of coming to me." he growls, meaning this morning when I bailed on our unspoken agreement to meet before his  first morning lecture for our quickies, where he always sends me off with his cum inside of me. Dripping in my god damn panties all day. 

"Fuck you" I moan and look over my shoulder. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want" 

I let out a tiny scream as his hips thrust violently, and his hand reaches up , grabbing a fist full of my hair and yanking it. 

"What was that?" he growls. 

I can't help but smile, even as the pain on my scalp burn, as his cock fills me deep and hard. 

"You heard me you fucking bastard" I groan and he growls and I bite my lip with a grin as he slaps my ass with his other hand, and then pushes me down by my head, and then reaches to my other leg. 

I giggle and moan with excitement, which happens to piss him off even more as he makes me put my other knee on his desk, and then I willing spread my knees wide apart, almost doing a split on his desk as he grabs my hips and rails me. The papers on his desk, pushed around and crumpled as he fucks me over desk. 

"You ever pull that shit again, and I'll be the with holding from you Jones." he growls and slaps my ass. 

"Do you fucking understand me?" he growls. 

"Shut up and fuck me Elliot" I taunt, pushing him to do his worst. Pushing him to fuck me harder than he ever has. 

It's not the first time we've "fought" while fucking, not the first time we've had "makeup" sex, or hate fucked one another. But god, I fucking love when we do. 

I giggle as he punished me, slapping my ass hard and making me cry out as his dick goes so fucking deep I scream. 

"You little fucking slut" he growls and I groan. 

"old fucking pervert" I answer and he growls and almost sends me over the fucking desk with his next thrust. 

"keep fucking my teenage cunt , you dirty bastard" I groan out and feel his fingers dig, hard as hell in my hips. 

"fucking whore" he growls and I grin again.

"you're the whore and wo both know it" I moan and gasp as he keeps fucking me, and I cant believe he hasnt cum yet, but I dont care either, because I love how hard he's fucking me, and I need it, fucking bad. 

"you're the one whos a cheating fucking bastard" I tell him and he groans, sliding out and flipping me now, as I quickly lean back, spread my legs, and grin as I giggle slightly when he scoots my ass to the edge of his desk and slides back in. 

"that's it" I taunt as my entire body is jerked from his thrusts. 

I gasp as he slides his hands under my legs, and lifts me by my thighs curling his arms around them, the only part of me touching the desk is my hands that I lean back on as he fucks me. 

I can feel my cunt soaking his cock, my own juices dripping down my cunt and my ass. 

"you're such a little bitch" he groans and grins slightly. 

I'm grinning and my mouth is falling open as I moan and wince at the way his cock hits deep in my cunt and then my eyes go so fucking wide as I look over his shoulder, at the door opening at the top of his lecture hall. 

He knows, the second he sees my face, and is out of me, and scrambling to lift up his pants as he turns, and I push down my dress, and slide off his desk.  But it's too late. 

Mr. Grand, another professor at the school, is standing at the top of the steps as the door shuts behind him, and stares at us in stunned silence. 

"Shit" I whisper and look around and then Elliot clears his throat as he quickly zips his pants. 

I don't wait.

"umm, I'll get those books for you" I say loudly enough, and then I just take off, up the other side of the lecture hall and the steps , I dont look but I know Mr. Grand is watching me leave. 

"son of a bitch" I hear him say before the door closes behind me. 

Elliot

Jesus christ. We've finally been caught.  I suppose maybe Grand isn't the worst person to catch us. The bastard gets it, and even he has dipped his dick in a student or two. Granted he's not married, but...

"You son of a bitch" he says shaking his head and he lets out a slight laugh and walks down the steps. 

"It's not what you think." I say. Realizing how fucking stupid I sound, he caught me balls deep in my fucking student. It's exactly what it looked like.

At that he lets out a laugh and throws up his hands and shakes his head.

"I'm not judging Elliot." he laugh and walks over and slaps my shoulder. "Good for you."

I watch him look toward the door that Jessa left out of. 

"Nice choice. The Jones girl. Had her in my class last semester. She was always fun to look at, can't lie and say I hadn't wanted to try to have her work some extra credit." he says with a grin and nudges me with a chuckle. 

"Never thought she was the type though...looked too innocent." he says. 

"But now that I know" he says scrubbing his jaw. "Mind if I maybe...take a swing at her?" he laughs. 

I only glare at him and his brows jump and then he assesses my glare. 

"Shit" he laughs. "No Middleton" he shakes his head. 

"Tell me you arent falling for a professor fucker?" he says his head going back with laughter.

My lips tighten into a thin line. "I'm not." 

"Bullshit." he says. "Fucking bullshit." he wags his finger at me. 

"Get that shit out of your head....you've got a fucking wife Elliot, and two kids...fuck...both of them are HER age." he laughs. 

"Plus...she's a college girl...they're fucking every dick they can get their pretty little cunts around...how many other professors do you think she's fucked? You're a fucking fling Elliot...she is too. Don't go shitting where you eat. Keep it fucking simple. Fuck her, and that's it. Don't start sending texts to each other, sneaking phone calls, or....." he trails off, must be seeing the look on my face.

He shakes his head. "End it Elliot....you're either going to make her go bunny boiler on you, or you're going to be so hard up for her cunt, that you're going to ruin your fucking marriage....and no pussy is worth either." he says. 

"Just..dont fucking tell anyone" I say and rub my hands over my face. 

He shrugs. "I'm not saying a fucking word. I've got my own secret to hide. Just...time to probably let that one go." he says meaning Jessa. And bullshit. I'm not fucking giving up Jessa. He doesn't fucking get it.  

"Right" I say and sigh and start to gather up my shit on my desk. 

"how is she though?" he says after a moment, and I look up with to him grinning and raising his brows.  "nice and tight aint she? She looks it." 

"Grand...I'm going to need you to shut your fucking mouth." I say, in warning 

His eyebrows lift. "That good huh? Pussy must be fucking gold star good if you're defending her honor" he taunts. 

"Fuck off Grand" I say, gritting my teeth, continuing to gather my shit. 

"Maybe I'll have to see if she's got time to pencil me in" he grins. "I need an assistant too." 

I glare at him and he chuckles. 

"See you tonight, at the Chancellors dinner?" he asks and I look up. 

"Yeah...shit...I fucking forgot all about it." I say. 

He grins. "Which lovely student are you bringing ?" 

Every semester the Chancellor throws two or three dinners through the semester for professors, and students. The students are chose by the professors. I'd totally forgotten to pick a student...so....looked like I had to ask Jessa to do me a favor. But I cringed thinking about bringing her around Grand after he just caught us.

I wave off Grand. 

"Get out of here Grand, before I punch you in your smug fucking face" I say, not really meaning it. He laughs and with a few more words, exits the hall.