CHAPTER 008- She's watching

Chloe didn’t go out that night.

She said she was tired. Put on a movie in the living room and stayed there past midnight, phone in her hand, glancing toward the stairs every so often like she was waiting for something. I sat with her for a while, pretending to watch, but my skin felt too tight. Every time the floorboards creaked upstairs I flinched.

Elias came down once for water. He didn’t look at me. Just walked past the couch, filled a glass, and went back up. But I felt the weight of him anyway. The way the air changed when he was near.

Chloe waited until his door closed before she spoke.

“You sure nothing’s going on?”

My stomach dropped. “What do you mean?”

She kept her eyes on the TV. “You’ve been different. And my dad’s been… I don’t know. Weird too. Quieter. And you both keep disappearing at night.”

I forced a small laugh. “I’m not disappearing. I just go to bed early.”

She finally looked at me. Really looked. “Riley. I’ve known you since we were fourteen. You’re a shitty liar.”

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. The silence stretched until she sighed and turned back to the movie.

“Whatever. Just… be careful, okay?”

The words sat in my chest like a stone.

I went upstairs twenty minutes later. Left the door unlocked anyway. Part of me hoped he wouldn’t come. That the risk would finally be enough to stop this.

It wasn’t.

A little after one the door opened. He stepped in quiet, locked it, and just stood there looking at me in the dark. I was already under the covers, heart slamming so hard I could hear it.

“She’s still awake,” I whispered.

“I know.”

He didn’t turn on the light. Just walked over, pulled the covers down, and stared at my bare body like he was deciding something. Then he climbed onto the bed, shoved my thighs apart, and settled between them without a word.

The first drag of his tongue made my hips jerk. He licked me slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world, even though we both knew we didn’t. Two fingers pushed inside while his mouth stayed on my clit, sucking in steady pulls that made my vision blur.

I bit down on my wrist hard enough to hurt.

He ate me like he was angry about it. Like the fact that his daughter was downstairs suspicious as hell only made him want it more. When I came it was silent but violent — thighs clamping around his head, fingers twisted in his hair, whole body shaking while he kept licking me through it.

Then he rose up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and pushed his cock inside me in one long thrust.

I gasped. He clapped a hand over my mouth immediately.

“Quiet,” he muttered against my ear. “She’s still up. You make a sound and this whole thing ends.”

He fucked me slow but deep, every stroke dragging against that spot that made my eyes roll. The bed barely made noise. Just the soft, wet sound of him moving inside me and our breathing. His hand stayed over my mouth the whole time, forcing me to take it in silence while he watched my face.

“You like this,” he said under his breath. “Knowing she could come upstairs any second. Knowing she’d see her dad balls deep in her best friend.”

I nodded under his hand, eyes glassy.

He went harder. Still controlled, but deeper, meaner. The hand not covering my mouth gripped my thigh and pushed it higher so he could sink in further. I could feel every thick inch of him stretching me open. The pressure built fast, too fast, and when I came again I sobbed against his palm, body locking up around his cock.

He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and coming with a quiet, strained sound against my neck. I felt every pulse of it — hot, deep, filling me while my pussy kept clenching around him like it didn’t want to let go.

We stayed locked together for a long minute, listening.

Downstairs the TV was still on. Chloe hadn’t moved.

Eventually he pulled out. I felt the immediate warm slide of his cum leaking out of me. He watched it for a second, then dragged his fingers through the mess and pushed it back in.

“Keep it,” he said quietly. “I want you sitting next to her tomorrow with my cum still inside you.”

My face burned. I nodded.

He fixed his clothes and paused at the door, hand on the knob.

“If she asks again,” he said, voice low, “you lie better. Because if she finds out… I’m not going to stop. I’ll keep fucking you right under her nose until you can’t walk straight. Understand?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He left.

I lay there in the dark with his cum slowly dripping out of me, thighs sticky, the threat of his words sitting heavier than anything else.

Downstairs, the TV finally turned off.

I didn’t sleep for a long time after that.