DADDY'S SLEEPOVER SECRET 1

(Selena's pov)

I lay on the air mattress in Sonia's room with the glow from her laptop screen still flickering across the ceiling even though the movie had ended almost an hour ago. Sonia was out cold beside me, curled up under her blanket with her mouth slightly open and soft snores escaping every few breaths. The house felt too quiet now. Every little creak of the floorboards or hum of the air conditioning made my skin prickle. I could not shut my brain off. My body felt restless in a way I could not ignore, a low warm ache that had been building since I arrived earlier that evening.

Mr. Callan had opened the door when I got here carrying my overnight bag. He had smiled at me the same way he always did, warm but with something heavier behind it lately. “Good to see you, Selena. Sonia’s upstairs.” His voice was deep and rough around the edges, the kind that settled low in my stomach.

He had been wearing a simple gray t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest and sweatpants that hung low on his hips. I had caught myself staring at the way the fabric outlined the heavy shape between his legs before forcing my eyes back up. He had noticed. I was sure of it. His gaze had lingered on my tank top and the way my breasts moved when I shifted my bag higher on my shoulder.

Now I could not stop thinking about it. I turned onto my side and pressed my thighs together trying to ease the growing wetness between them. Sonia and I had talked about boys from college for hours but none of them made me feel like this. None of them had the quiet authority Mr. Callan carried or the way his eyes seemed to see right through my clothes. I had known him for years as my best friend’s dad but something had shifted this summer. Every time I came over I found excuses to stay longer just to be near him.

I slipped out of the sleeping bag as quietly as I could. The floor was cool under my bare feet. I told myself I was only going downstairs for a glass of water but my legs carried me past the kitchen and down the hallway toward the master bedroom instead. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. This was reckless. Sonia could wake up any second and wonder where I was. But the ache between my legs kept pushing me forward.

His bedroom door was slightly open. A soft lamp was still on inside casting a warm glow across the room. I peeked through the gap and saw him sitting up in bed against the headboard scrolling on his phone. He was shirtless, the sheets pooled low around his waist showing the hard lines of his chest and stomach. My mouth went dry. I pushed the door open just enough to step inside and closed it softly behind me.

Mr. Callan looked up immediately. His eyes locked onto mine and something in his expression changed. The casual look disappeared and was replaced by a darker, more intense focus. “Selena,” he said quietly, his voice low enough not to carry down the hall. “What are you doing in here at this hour?”

I leaned back against the closed door feeling the wood cool against my skin through my thin tank top. My nipples were already hard and obvious against the fabric. I crossed my arms under my breasts which only pushed them up more. “I could not sleep Mr. Callan. I kept thinking… about you.”

He set his phone down on the nightstand slowly. His gaze moved down my body taking in my bare legs, the tiny sleep shorts that barely covered my ass, and the way my chest rose and fell with each nervous breath. “You know this is dangerous. My daughter is sleeping right down the hall. If she wakes up and finds you in here…”

“I know,” I whispered. My voice trembled but I did not move to leave. “But I cannot stop thinking about the way you looked at me earlier. I feel like I am going crazy.”

He did not answer right away. The silence stretched between us thick and heavy. He pushed the sheet down a little further and I could see the clear outline of his cock resting thick and heavy against his thigh under the thin fabric. It twitched visibly as he watched me staring. My pussy clenched hard at the sight and I felt a fresh rush of wetness soak into my shorts.

“Come closer,” he said finally. His tone left no room for hesitation.

I walked to the edge of the bed on unsteady legs. He sat up more and reached out slowly running one rough hand up the side of my thigh stopping just under the hem of my shorts. His touch burned against my skin. “You have been teasing me for months coming over here in these little outfits. Wiggling that fat ass around my kitchen. Now you sneak into my room in the middle of the night looking like this.”

I shivered as his fingers slipped higher under my shorts brushing against the bottom curve of my ass. “I did not mean to tease. I just… I want you to look at me. I want you to touch me.”

His hand squeezed my ass firmly pulling me closer until my knees bumped the mattress. He looked up at me with dark hungry eyes. “If I touch you right now Selena I am not going to be gentle. And if Sonia hears even one sound from this room everything changes.”

My breath came faster. I could feel how soaked I was. How badly my body wanted him to pull me into the bed and take what he wanted. The risk made everything feel sharper and more intense. I nodded slowly, biting my lip.

He slid his other hand up under my tank top cupping one of my heavy breasts and brushing his thumb over my hard nipple. I had to bite down hard to stop from moaning out loud. The sensation shot straight between my legs making my clit throb.

Mr. Callan’s voice dropped even lower. “Take your shorts off and show me how wet you are right now. But do not make a sound.”

My fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and started to push them down. The tension in the room felt electric. My heart hammered wildly as I realized how close we were to crossing a line we could never come back from. Sonia was just down the hall. One wrong noise and everything would explode. Yet I could not stop myself from obeying him.