My Best Friend Dad

Chapter one

I always locked the door when I did this.

I was on my back in the middle of the bed, tank top pushed up under my chin, panties somewhere on the floor. Two fingers already inside me, slick and deep, the other hand pinching my nipple like it owed me money. Eyes closed. Mouth open. These stupid little sounds kept slipping out no matter how hard I tried to keep quiet.

“Dominic…”

God, I was so gone for him.

In my head he was right there at the foot of the bed, those jeans sitting low on his hips, shirt half open, that silver in his hair catching the light. Looking at me like he already knew every filthy thing I wanted. I could almost feel his stubble scraping the inside of my thigh, those big hands spreading me wider, that low voice telling me exactly how pathetic I was for this.

*Soaking the sheets for your best friend’s dad. Look at you.*

My hips jerked. Fingers curled harder, rubbing that spot that made my thighs shake. The wet sounds were embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I’d been edging for like twenty minutes already, dragging it out on purpose because I hated how much I needed it.

“Fuck… Daddy…”  

It just fell out of my mouth. Soft and broken and so fucking wrong.

I pushed a third finger in and bit my lip hard. In the fantasy he was over me now, hand loose around my throat, the head of his cock dragging through my wetness but not giving it to me yet.

*Beg properly, Lila. Say my name.*

“Dominic....” Louder this time. Head tipped back. “Dominic, please, I need......”

The door flew open.

“Lila, I swear to God if you’re still.....”

Maya’s voice just… stopped.

My eyes snapped open.

Fingers still buried inside me. Tank top up. Legs spread. The wet sound of my hand suddenly became the only thing in the whole room.

Maya stood in the doorway with her hand still on the knob, mouth hanging open.

We just stared at each other for a few seconds that felt like forever.

Then her face twisted.

“WTF?!”

I yanked my hand out so fast it made this disgusting wet noise. Scrambled up, yanked my top down, grabbed a pillow and slammed it over my lap like that would somehow erase what she just saw. My face was on fire. My fingers were still shiny.

“Maya... Jesus, knock....”

“I *did* knock!” She stepped in and kicked the door shut behind her, eyes wide. “You didn’t answer so I thought you were asleep or dead, not... not that!”

My heart was going crazy. I could still feel how empty I was, how close I’d been. And his name was still just sitting there in the air between us.

Maya’s eyes dropped to my hand, then back to my face. Something ugly crossed her expression.

“Were you saying a name just now?”

My stomach dropped so hard I felt sick.

Her voice got quieter. Worse.

“Lila. What the fuck did I just hear?”

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

She took another step closer.

“Say it again.”

I couldn’t. I could still taste his name on my tongue.

Maya’s next words were almost soft.

“Was that… my dad’s name?”