Wait, weren’t we just in my bedroom? I glance around the room. Yep, this is definitely my office, but how did I get here?
She reaches down between our bodies and grips me, her hand wrapping around my length as she starts to pump.
Fuck, that feels good.
My eyes flick down to those full pink lips I’ve been thinking about for too fucking long. All that time in my classroom where I found myself daydreaming about tasting those lips, and here she is. Her lips parted as she pants for breath, her naked body open and ready for the taking.
“Fuck me, Professor. Please,” she begs, her eyes filled with the heat of her lust. Something snaps inside me, and I take her mouth roughly, pushing back inside her hot, wet pussy that squeezes my cock like a vice.
She’s so tight.
I fuck her hard and unrestrained, I watch as her tits bounce with every thrust, the sight alone bringing me closer to the edge.
I pull out, flip her over so she’s bent over my desk and plunge back in. This angle has me hitting so deep inside her.
She screams my name as her orgasm consumes her. She spasms and shakes beneath me, her pussy clenches around my dick, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Quinn!” I’m so close. My orgasm just within reach.
Just one more thrust…
Almost there…
“Dwight! Wake the fuck up!” I’m snapped out of my dream as my body is shook violently. I crack open an eye to find Logan pushing against my shoulder.
It takes me a couple of minutes to realise that my alarm is wailing by my head on the bedside table and I roll over to turn it off, my ears ringing from how loud it is.
“What?” I snap, rolling back over to him.
“Man, your fucking alarm clock is loud enough to wake the dead, though not even you, apparently. That must have been one hell of a dream you were having.” He smirks, giving me a strange look.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
His eyes flick down the bed and I follow his gaze to find the hard outline of my erection that lies underneath the thin sheet covering me, and it just so happens that you make out the shape of my hand that’s wrapped around it.
“Jesus,” I mumble, tearing my hand away from my dick and adjusting my position so my hard-on is less visible.
“So... some dream, huh?” He grins.
“Yeah, wouldn’t you like to know.”
“I would actually.”
“Fuck off, man,” I say fighting back a smile as I grab a pillow and hurl it at him. He catches it and tosses it back on the bed.
“So, who’s Quinn?”
“Nobody.” The lie slips out all too quickly, making it even more obvious.
“She must be somebody to have you jerking off in your sleep.”
“Leave it alone, Lo.”
He holds his hands up. “Okay, okay. You don’t wanna tell me. Fine. I’ll go and leave you and your fist to it.”
I growl and hurl another pillow at him which he dodges as he slips out the door, his laughs echoing down the hall.
I take a deep breath and lie back against the pillows.
