Four

The second the front door clicked shut behind the neighbor, the silence in the house felt violent.

Dominic stood with his back against the wood, chest rising hard. His jeans were still open, the thick length of his cock only half-tucked away, still wet at the tip from where my breath had been. I stayed on my knees in the middle of the kitchen floor, black dress hiked high on my thighs, lips parted, heart slamming.

He dragged a hand down his face.

“Get up.”

I didn’t move.

“I said get up.” His voice was low, rough, almost shaking with the effort of control. “This stops now. You’re Maya’s friend. You’re twenty years old. I am not doing this with you.”

I rose slowly, the short dress barely covering anything. I stepped into his space until my body brushed his.

“You were about to let me suck your cock,” I said softly. “You were throbbing in my hand. Don’t pretend you weren’t.”

“Lila....”

“I’ve wanted this for months.” My voice dropped into something filthy and honest. “I touch myself thinking about you. I come with your name in my mouth. And tonight you were hard for me the second I walked downstairs in this dress. Your body has already decided.”

His jaw clenched so hard a muscle jumped. He reached for my arms like he meant to push me away...

...and instead spun me around and pinned me against the kitchen counter with a force that knocked the air from my lungs.

One big hand fisted in my damp hair, tilting my head back. The other shoved the tiny dress up over my hips. When his palm met bare, slick skin, a broken sound tore out of him.

“No fucking panties,” he growled against my ear. “You came down here like this on purpose.”

“Yes.”

His fingers slid between my legs without hesitation, finding me soaked and swollen. Two thick fingers pushed inside me in one deep stroke. My cry was sharp and helpless. He curled them immediately, rubbing hard against the spot that made my thighs shake.

“This is what you wanted?” His voice was dark, almost cruel. “To get fucked by your best friend’s father on the kitchen counter?”

“Yes...fuck, yes...”

He worked me roughly, thumb grinding over my clit while his fingers thrust deep. The wet sounds filled the quiet kitchen. My hands scrambled for the edge of the counter, knuckles white. He didn’t ease up. He finger-fucked me like he hated how much he needed it, like every stroke was a punishment for both of us.

“Look at you,” he muttered, breath hot against my neck. “Dripping down my wrist already. Little girl gets on her knees for me and now she’s going to come on my fingers like the filthy thing she is.”

The words sent me over.

I shattered with a broken moan, cunt clenching hard around his fingers, thighs trembling so violently he had to hold me up with the hand still tangled in my hair. He kept rubbing me through it, dragging every last pulse out of me until I was gasping and oversensitive.

Only then did he pull his hand free.

He turned me around, eyes almost black with lust and self-loathing, and shoved his jeans down just enough. His cock sprang free again....thick, flushed, leaking.

“On your knees.”

I dropped instantly.

This time there was no knock.

I wrapped both hands around the base and took him into my mouth in one greedy slide, moaning at the heavy weight of him on my tongue. His head fell back against the cabinet with a dull thud. One hand returned to my hair, not guiding—just holding, like he needed the anchor.

“Fuck… look at you,” he rasped. “Maya’s best friend with her lips stretched around my cock. You have no idea how wrong this is.”

I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper, eyes watering, saliva already slick down my chin. He groaned low and filthy when I gagged softly around the head, then did it again on purpose. His hips started moving in short, controlled thrusts, fucking my mouth while he stared down at me like he couldn’t believe what he was doing.

“That’s it… take it. You wanted this so badly, so take every inch like a good little girl.”

The degradation mixed with the praise made me moan around him. I could feel how close he was....the way his cock swelled thicker, the way his breathing turned ragged. His grip in my hair tightened.

“I’m going to come,” he warned, voice almost broken. “If you don’t want it....”

I only sucked harder, looking up at him through wet lashes.

He cursed roughly and spilled across my tongue in thick, hot pulses. I swallowed what I could, the rest spilling from the corner of my mouth and down my chin. He watched every second of it, eyes dark with something that looked like hunger and hatred for himself in equal measure.

When the last tremor left him, he pulled free.

For a long moment the only sound was our breathing.

Then he stepped back like I’d burned him. He tucked himself away with sharp, angry movements, refusing to look at me properly.

“This never happened,” he said, voice flat and cold. “It will never happen again. Go to your room, Lila.”

He walked out of the kitchen without another word. His bedroom door closed hard upstairs a moment later.

I stayed on my knees on the kitchen floor, dress still hiked up, lips swollen, the taste of him still thick on my tongue. My body was trembling...partly from the orgasm, partly from the sudden emptiness he left behind.

I finally stood on unsteady legs, pulled the dress down, and walked upstairs in silence.

In my guest room I sat on the edge of the bed, heart still racing, when my phone lit up on the nightstand.

Maya 

Jason and I had a huge fight. I’m coming home early.  

Be there in 20 minutes.

I stared at the screen.

Twenty minutes.

And I still had his come on my tongue.