MY FATHER’S BEST FRIEND RUINED ME! 2

Chapter 2

Lila’s POV

“Oh my god what the actual fuck is happening right now I can’t even think straight.”

My fingers hit the end call button so hard the laptop shifted across the bed and nearly fell off the edge, cutting the feed dead before Logan could react or say a single word back. 

My heart was slamming inside my chest like it wanted to crack my ribs open, and my bare skin felt sticky with sweat even though the room was not that warm. 

I was still naked from the waist down, my tank top bunched up above my heavy tits, my nipples hard and aching from all the pinching I had done while riding that toy and moaning for him. 

Between my legs my pussy would not stop throbbing, still slick and empty now that the thick vibrator had slipped out, leaving a wet trail down my inner thighs onto the sheets. 

I could smell myself in the air, that thick musky scent of arousal that filled the room, and it made my stomach twist with fresh shame because I knew exactly who had just seen it all. 

Logan. 

My dad’s best friend since before I could even remember. 

The guy I have called Daddy my whole life because he was always around, always treating me like his own daughter, fixing things around the house and showing up for every birthday. 

And he was Tiger. He had been Tiger for five straight months.

I sat there on the edge of the bed trying to catch my breath, my hands shaking so bad I could barely grip anything. 

My mind kept flashing back to all those private calls, the way I would spread my legs wide for the camera and push that 9-inch toy deep into my cunt while his texts told me to go harder, to call him Daddy and tell him how much of a filthy slut I was. 

Last Sunday after he had left our house, full from Mom’s cooking and laughing with Dad about old stories, I had answered his call still in the same clothes from dinner and fucked myself until I soaked the mattress, begging him to let me cum while my big tits bounced on camera. 

He had seen every detail, paid his five grand, and then showed up at our door two days later like nothing happened, ruffling my hair and asking how class was going in that innocent voice. 

Now I knew he had been stroking that thick cock I just saw on screen, veins standing out, pre-cum shining at the tip, while I creamed all over my vibrator and screamed his secret title. 

The shame burned so hot in my gut I thought I might actually be sick, but underneath it my pussy gave another slow clench, still wet and sensitive, like my body had not gotten the message that everything was ruined.

I forced myself up on unsteady legs and yanked my shorts up fast, the fabric clinging to my damp thighs in an uncomfortable way that kept reminding me of what I had been doing. 

I pulled my tank top down over my tits and tried to fix my hair in the mirror, but my face looked flushed and my eyes were wide with panic. 

The vibrator was still buzzing faintly on the floor so I snatched it up, wiped the slick mess off it with a dirty shirt from the laundry pile, and buried it deep in my bottom drawer along with the lube and the other toys he had told me to buy over the months. 

I grabbed the air freshener and sprayed it heavily around the room until the sex smell was mostly covered by fake lavender, coughing a little from the strong scent while my mind would not stop racing. 

How did I not recognize anything sooner? His schedule matched perfectly with the calls, Tuesday and Sunday nights after he left here. 

He probably came home and typed those commands while his hand was still warm from shaking Dad’s hand. 

He watched me finger my asshole on camera once because he told me to, and then sat in our kitchen the next day drinking coffee like a normal guy.

My breathing was still too fast when a loud knock suddenly came at my bedroom door, three hard raps that made me jump so quick I almost knocked the lamp over.

“Hold on, I’m coming,” I called out, my voice cracking in the middle because I sounded nothing like myself. 

I checked the room one more time, my heart pounding, then opened the door. 

My mom stood there in her blue hospital scrubs, hair tied back tight, looking worn out but determined. 

She did not step inside, just stayed in the hallway with her arms crossed.

“Lila, pack your stuff right now. Enough clothes for at least a couple of days, maybe more.”

I stared at her, my mouth dry, still feeling the leftover wetness between my legs and the heat on my face. 

“Pack my stuff? Mom, it is almost midnight. What is going on? Did something happen?”

She rubbed her temple and let out a long sigh.

“Your father and I got an emergency call from the hospital. There was a bad pileup on the highway, multiple vehicles, serious traumas coming in. They need all the doctors they can get, and it is going to be a long one, probably all night and well into tomorrow.  We cannot leave you here alone in the house with no one around.”

“But it is late,” I said, leaning my shoulder against the doorframe because my legs kept feeling weak and unsteady. 

I crossed my arms over my chest, very aware of how sensitive my nipples still were against the fabric. 

“I am twenty years old. I have stayed by myself plenty of times before. I will lock everything up, set the alarm, and I will be fine. You do not have to worry about me.”

My father stepped into view behind her then, already dressed in his white coat with his medical bag slung over his shoulder and his car keys in his hand. 

His face had that serious look he got when he was in doctor mode and not in the mood to argue about anything. He looked straight at me. 

“You cannot stay alone in this house tonight. We will both be tied up at the hospital for days and I do not like the idea of you here by yourself.  Logan already said it is no problem when I texted him earlier. He has plenty of space and you can stay in his guest room until we are back. It is the best solution.”

The name hit me like cold water thrown in my face. Logan’s house. 

I froze right there in the doorway, staring at my father while the floor seemed to shift under my feet and the hallway lights suddenly felt too bright. 

My mouth opened but no words came out right away. 

All I could picture was Logan’s face on the screen, his head tilted back, eyes closed in pleasure as his big hand stroked that thick heavy cock, and then the horror in his eyes when he realized it was me on the other end. 

The man who had watched me spread my pussy wide and fuck myself stupid for months, who had read every dirty word I typed back and commanded me to go deeper, to moan louder, to tell him I was his filthy little whore. 

Now they wanted me to pack a bag and go sleep under his roof, eat breakfast across from him, act like I had not just seen him jerking off to my big tits and dripping cunt while I called him Daddy. 

My stomach clenched tight and a fresh wave of shame rolled through me so strong my skin prickled all over. 

But there was also this confusing heat low in my belly, my body still wired from the call, my pussy giving a slow throb at the memory of that cock even as panic made my head spin.

I gripped the doorframe harder, my knuckles turning white, because the room started to tilt slowly around me. 

Everything felt distant and too close at the same time, my breath coming shorter, my vision blurring a little at the edges from how hard my heart was pounding.

 I cannot go there. 

I cannot sit in his house after he sees me like that. 

The shame mixed with something else I did not want to name, something that made my thighs press together tighter. 

I almost lost my balance.

I froze, staring at her father as if she had seen a ghost. 

The room spun. I almost lost my balance.

“I’m doomed”