The First Slip

SOPHIA’S POV

My professor is Darcy's father? How? Why the fuck was this happening to me.

The man I had been trying not to think about, the same one whose voice lingered in my head long after lectures ended—was Darcy’s father. Standing in front of me now, calm and composed, he looked exactly like the kind of man who never let things slip. Including his reactions.

I had wanted to use Darcy to get over the fact that my sexy professor didn't want me only to get trapped with his own daughter which means there would never be anything between us. Fuck me!

I wouldn't be able to have my dirtiest fantasy of having his dick thrusting into my pussy come true like I had imagined while masturbating in my bed two nights ago.

This was bad and I had to control my facial expressions like he was or she would know that there was something wrong going on.

“Good day. I'm Sophia. Nice meeting you, Darcy has said a lot about you," I greeted, stretching out my hands for a handshake when his hands should be somewhere else. Like between my legs.

“Welcome," he said, accepting my handshake and dropping it immediately like he had been burnt.

My brows ruffled with confusion. I hadn't been expecting such a reaction and he smiled before walking towards his daughter with a big  affectionate smile on his face.

He definitely loves her a lot.

“Daddy, I'm sorry for not telling you beforehand. I was just trying to make this a surprise visit and I hope you are not mad because I have a lot to tell you," she said, squirming like she had when my fingers had been throbbing her clit in the car while she drove.

Darcy hugged her dad tight, and he wrapped his arms around her like she was still his little girl. I stood there, feeling a hot flush creep up my neck, my mind racing with all the wrong thoughts. I wish he would call me a good girl. 

His eyes flicked over to me for a split second, dark and intense, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. But he played it cool, pulling back from the hug and ruffling her hair.

"I'm not mad, kiddo," he said, his voice deep and smooth, the kind that made my thighs clench. "Just surprised. Are you two hungry? I was about to throw something together for dinner. Stay so we can catch up."

Darcy beamed with smiles wrenching my heart as it was filled with dirty thoughts towards her father, grabbing my hand. "Yes! Sophia, you have to try Dad's cooking. He's amazing."

I nodded, forcing a smile while my heart pounded. Amazing? Yeah, I bet he was amazing at a lot of things like making my eyes roll back with ecstasy. Get your mind out of the gutter, Sophia!

We followed him into the kitchen, the house smelling like garlic and herbs already. It was a cozy place, big wooden table in the dining area, dim lights that made everything feel intimate. Too intimate.

As he chopped the vegetables, Darcy chatted on and on about school and life, but I couldn't focus. My eyes kept drifting to his hands—strong, veined, moving with precision. I imagined those fingers on me, tracing my skin, dipping lower. God, I was wet just watching him. He caught me staring once, and the corner of his mouth twitched up in a smirk. Fuck, does he know?

Dinner was ready fast, he made steak, potatoes and salad. We sat around the table, Darcy across from me, her dad at the head. I was right next to him, our knees almost touching under the cloth. Darcy dug in, talking non-stop about some trip we took last weekend. I laughed at the right spots, but my mind was elsewhere.

Then it happened… his hand brushed my thigh under the table. I froze, fork halfway to my mouth. Was that an accident? I glanced at him, but he was nodding at Darcy, all innocent. "Sounds fun," he said, cutting into his steak.

His fingers came back, deliberate this time, sliding up my skirt. My breath hitched, but I covered it with a cough. Darcy didn't notice, too busy pouring more wine. "You okay, babe?" She asked.

"Yeah, just... swallowed wrong," I lied, my voice shaky. His hand was higher now, teasing the edge of my panties. I shifted in my seat, spreading my legs a tiny bit without thinking. What the hell was I doing? This was her dad, also my professor. I had told myself to stay away from him, but fuck, it felt good.

He pushed the fabric aside, his finger grazing my clit. I bit my lip hard to stop a moan. Darcy was rambling about work, oblivious. His touch was light at first, circling slow, making me throb. I gripped the table edge, trying to act normal. "Pass the salt, please?" I asked, my words coming out breathy.

He handed it over with his free hand, smiling like nothing was happening. But under the table, he dipped a finger inside me, slick and easy because I was so damn ready. I squeezed around him, my pussy clenching as he thrust in deeper, adding a second finger. It was slow, torturous, in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit in perfect rhythm.

Darcy laughed at something he said, and I forced a chuckle, but my hips bucked subtly against his hand. Heat built fast, my face flushing and I wanted to grind down, ride his fingers right there. His eyes met mine for a beat… it was dark and commanding, like he owned me. Fuck, maybe he does.

"Tell me about your classes, Sophia," he said casually, curling his fingers inside me, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I gasped, turning it into a fake yawn.

"They're... intense," I managed, my voice husky. Darcy nodded, sipping her wine. He pumped faster now, his palm pressing against me. I was close, so close, my thighs trembling. Don't cum, not here, I kept telling myself but I couldn't stop it.

The orgasm hit like a wave, silent but shattering. I clamped my mouth shut, eyes squeezing as pleasure ripped through me. His fingers kept moving, drawing it out until I was a shaking mess. He pulled away slowly, wiping his hand on his napkin like it was nothing.

Darcy stood up. "Dessert? I think there's ice cream."

"Sounds good," he said, calm as ever. I sat there, panting quietly, my panties soaked. What the fuck just happened? He glanced at me, that smirk back. And I instantly know that this was only the start. This is dangerous but maybe just maybe…

After dinner, Darcy wanted to watch a movie, but I could barely sit still. Her dad excused himself to ‘check emails,’ but his eyes lingered on me. Darcy snuggled up on the couch, clueless. I texted him from the bathroom—slipped his number from her phone earlier. "That was risky."

He replied almost immediately. ‘You liked it.’

Fuck yes, I did. We ended up in the living room, lights low, some rom-com playing. Darcy dozed off halfway, head on my shoulder. He was in the armchair, watching the screen, but I felt his gaze on me. My body still buzzed from earlier.

When she was fully out, he motioned me over with a nod. Heart racing, I slid off the couch, kneeling between his legs like it was the most natural thing, he unzipped quietly, pulling out his cock. 

It was just like I remembered it, thick, hard and veined, making my mouth water. I leaned in, taking him in my mouth, sucking slow and deep.

He gripped my hair, guiding me, his breaths steady so not to wake her. It was filthy, wrong, but that made it hotter. I swirled my tongue, tasting him, bobbing faster. He thrust up gently, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged softly, but kept going, my pussy aching again.

Darcy stirred once, and we froze. But she settled, and he fucked my mouth harder, silent and intense. When he came, it was hot spurts down my throat. I swallowed every drop, licking him clean.

"Go back," he whispered, zipping up. I did, my heart pounding, still tasting him.

Later, in bed with Darcy, she cuddled close. "Fun night?" She murmured.

"Yeah," I said, guilty but thrilled. Her dad was next door, and I wanted more. So much more.

The next morning, breakfast was awkward-normal. Darcy made coffee, chattering. He and I avoided eyes, but under the table, his foot nudged mine. Teasing. I pressed back, heat rising.

She left for a run, and the second the door shut, he pinned me against the counter. "You want this?" He growled, hand between my legs again.

"Yes," I moaned. 

He fucked me quick and hard, bent over the sink, his cock stretching me like I'd dreamed. It was raw, pounding thrusts that made me cum twice before he pulled out, finishing on my ass.

We cleaned up fast, acting like nothing when she returned. But now, every look, every touch was secret and electric.

This mess? I was in deep, and I didn't want out. But I had to get out for Darcy's sake even though it hurt deeply.