3.

Dominic 

My cock was stiffening, I could feel it slowly erect.

Eva wasn’t just within my reach, she was here, on this kitchen table, her eyes closed. 

I've never desired this girl before now…before she came back this Christmas. I don't know what brought my attention to her.

She was always just Chloe’s best friend—the quiet, smart girl. A girl whose smalI ocean blue eyes reeked of innocence. I noticed her…I sure did but only in passing.

It wasn't her blue eyes…I've seen it since she was little. Maybe it was her body. Maybe it was the way she moved that evening she arrived…tentative, nervous and yet undeniably beautiful. 

I leaned into her more…I badly wanted to touch her…I wanted to have those breasts cupped in my mouth. I looked down at the lower part of her body.

Or maybe it was the way her blouse held curves I’d never bothered to imagine before. Her breasts…they looked soft, full, impossible to ignore. 

Still standing there I tried to push it away just like I've always. I told myself it was wrong and I was too old, that she was my daughter’s friend. 

My body said different…felt different. It urged me. 

I raised her gown slowly.

She tilted her head backwards and arked her chest forward. Breathing fast.

I whispered again…how many times have you done that..huh?  

I leaned closer to her ear….letting her feel my breath. 

How many times have you fucked your self screaming my name.

She couldn't say a word, but she grabbed my shirt. Her breath still rising.

I never thought she'd reciprocate the energy between us. I've always seen her as a quiet, decent girl until today when I saw for myself.

I traced my hands under her raised gown. She didn't protest, she didn't say a word. Her body told me all I wanted to hear.

I wanted to tell myself it was a mistake, a fleeting moment of weakness. Just one moment. But every instinct screamed to let go. To forget everything except the heat rising between us. To taste the forbidden fruit I’d denied myself for too long.

I traced it through her legs, her thigh, I pushed further. 

She gave a loud “mmmmhhhhh” and I stopped just before I reached her clit. 

I looked at the mess on the table. I removed my grip from her waist. I left and I didn't say a word.

I went straight to my room trying to understand what just happened. My cock still stood.

***

I sat at my study sipping a drink. Not alcohol, the last thing I wanted was something to keep me on the edge. The ice had already melted into water. I stared at the dark window as though it held answers to the madness rising in my chest.

All I still saw was her sitting there at that kitchen table.

Eva.

I wanted to move closer, to touch her soft skin and claim her like I’d never claimed anything before.

I wanted to make her moan my name, beg me to touch her and beg me not to stop.

To push my cock into her and cum over her.

I had almost ruined her tonight and i still could. Every part of me still throbbed for her. And the worst part? I didn't feel bad, I felt much alive.

But I had held back, caught in a battle between desire and restraint. I didn’t want to be the man who ruined his daughter’s best friend, who betrayed Chloe in the worst possible way.

Yet, as the night deepened, and the cold pressed against the windows, the distance between us shrank.

I could still feel her breathing quicken like when I was near. The way her lips parted slightly and the flush creeping up her neck. Like she was inviting me—silently but dangerously.

I've always noticed the way, Lydia, my Ex wife's younger sister looked at me. I don't desire her, though not because she's Lilian’s sister but because she doesn't match my description. 

My cock still stood…..almost erected. I stood up and walked around my study. 

My mind drifted back to Eva, what was she doing now? Lying in bed? Trying to sleep or touching her self?

“Hi, handsome”. 

I turned, red velvet gown, standing nipples, smiling face. 

I guessed right, Lydia.

Ohh, not now, I muttered hard under my breath.

She moved forward, slowly, using her hands to trace her body up to her breasts. Then she stopped and cupped her breasts into her hands squishing it.

Giving me a sexy face that sent shivers down my spine.

This was the same thing she did yesterday. I let her because I was already aroused by peering at Eva all day. I stole illegal glances at her body that at night I couldn't help but want someone.

That was when she took advantage of me.

I gave in, taking her on like I would Eva. I fantasized Eva's body while digging into her.

Here she is again today, this night. 

Not again, but my cock said otherwise.

It stiffened even more.

She placed her left arm on my shoulder. Then traced it down to my chest. Licking her lips repeatedly.

Her hand lingered, then it moved downward. She held my cock in her hands. 

It was now fully standing.

Hmmmm….she dragged her body closer to mine. You've had an erection already baby.

“Ohhh, how much you've wanted me”. She whispered.

I wanted to resist but I couldn't. My hormones were boiling.

She squeezed my cock a bit more…I felt the heat. 

She started unbuttoning my shirt. I let her.

Then the kisses. Her hands wrapped my neck. Our mouths joined and I sucked her mouth vigorously. 

I held her waist and pushed her closer to my body.

She chuckled, then continued kissing my lips.

If this is what she wanted then I'm in.

Her pointed breasts were now rubbing my chest. I slid my hands from her hips and cupped them pressing them like my life depended on it. 

Mhhhhhhh, then she held my hands urging me to press on. 

Our lips were still locked. 

I pushed her down to the nearest table and turned her over.

I pulled her gown off, I don't even know where it landed. 

I furiously pulled her breasts to my mouth sucking it with everything in me. 

I slid one finger first into her clit. She pulled my hand in, more. I slid in the second finger, diving more dip. 

Her head arked back, her shoulder front. Arrrrghhh…mhhhh. She muffled between trying to catch her breath.

Then she pushed my hand further in.

She held on to my cock, use this…she muttered, smilling mischievously.

I removed my fingers, then pushed my cock in.

Arrrrghhh…Dominiccccc!!!. That's it. Moorree again….

I buried my face in her breasts. I licked it, savouring her taste. 

She turned with fire. Moaning deeply.

Then, I stopped.

That was enough pleasure for one night.

I pushed her to the bed and got off her.

Lydia stirred in the sheets behind me. I’d given in to her again but it meant nothing. She was just a distraction…my distraction and a body to dull the ache Eva left behind.

But even in the height of release, I saw *Eva’s face*.

Her parted lips.

Her soft breathy moans.

Her trembling thighs. Longing to be caressed.

I’d imagined them under me.

Not Lydia.

“Dominic…” Lydia purred, voice thick with ecstasy. “Come back to bed.”

I didn’t respond. I stood instead slowly pulling on a shirt. The chill from the corridor bit at my skin. I wanted it to bite, and I needed it to cool me down.

I walked, slowly, past the silent hallway. Past the family portraits I hadn’t looked at in years.

At the end of the hall… was her room.

Eva’s door.

Shut, dark.

But I stood there… just for a moment. Letting my forehead rest against the frame. Letting my demons catch up to me.

You can’t do this. I said silently to myself.

She’s just a girl.

And she’s *Chloe’s* best friend.

But my hands had already touched her. My mouth had whispered filth against her skin. I’d already broken the line. I just hadn’t crossed it fully.

Yet.

I walked away before my hands turned the knob.

Back in my room, I stood in front of the mirror.

What the hell are you becoming?

My reflection stared back, wild-eyed, disheveled, hard. Not the Dominic Callahan the world knew. But a man unraveling at the seams.

And it was all because of *her*.

The way she looked at me now… not afraid. Curious. Bold. Like she wanted to see how far I’d go.

And I knew deep down…

She *wanted* me too.

This wasn’t one-sided.

This wasn’t a fantasy.

This was fire. And fire always spread.

I lay in bed, eyes wide open, not sleeping.

Only thinking of the picture of her.

She'd awakened something in me I thought was long buried. Not just lust. But *Power*, Obsession. A fire I hadn’t felt in years.