Chapter Two: Meet Daven

“Tessa, please listen, it’s not what you think, okay?” Daven said, looking directly into my eyes.

“What should I think? That I’m in my dad’s friend’s house and I’m getting touched?” I asked him, voice sharp even though my pulse was already climbing.

“I read the text when you slept.”

“What text?” The words left my mouth before the realization hit. I hadn’t cleared my screen. The messages to Jake were still sitting there in plain sight—plans for tomorrow night, the birthday, the virginity I had been saving.

“You want to gift him your virginity as a birthday gift? Really?” Daven asked, lying on my bed only a few inches from me. His voice was low, almost disbelieving.

“No. I’m not doing that anymore. He cheated earlier today. I’m not giving him anything for his birthday. We’re done.”

“Are you sure, Tessa?”

“Yes, Daven. Now let me catch some sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day.”

He stood, turned back, and leaned down to kiss me goodnight for the second time. This time he was shirtless, wearing only white shorts.

The front of his shorts tented slightly, and my eyes locked on that bulge before I could stop myself.

God, that was a massive cock. Heat flooded my body. My pussy swelled and grew slick in seconds. 

“Yeah, Daven. Goodnight,” I managed after what felt like a full minute of staring.

“What took you so long to answer? Why were you staring for too long?”

“No—never mind. I… just goodnight.” Shame burned my cheeks as I yanked the brown bedsheet up to my chin.

Sleep came eventually, but it brought no peace. In the dream, Daven was on top of me, mouth open against my throat, that heavy bulge grinding between my legs until I woke up soaked and aching. My nipples were tight. My thighs were slick. Jake wasn’t taking this virginity, not after what he did. I’d rather give it to Daven.

I sat up, grabbed my pillow, and walked down the dim hallway toward his room. He wasn’t asleep either. He lay with one arm bent behind his head, staring at the ceiling. The moment he saw me, he sat up, concern flashing across his face.

“What happened? Nightmare?”

“No. I couldn’t sleep. Let’s talk about the text.”

I sat on the edge of his bed and placed my right hand on his bare chest. His skin was warm. I dragged my palm slowly down over the hard plane of his stomach, through the trail of dark hair that disappeared into his waistband.

He didn’t stop me. He only watched me with a tight face pretending he didn’t understand exactly what I was doing.

“Okay,” he said carefully. “The text. What about it?”

“A lot about it. But let’s start with my virginity. I want you to take it, Daven.” The words came out shameless and clear.

His eyes widened. “No, Tessa. Victor is my friend. I can’t betray him like that.”

“Really?” I slid my hand lower, under the elastic of his shorts, and wrapped my fingers around the thick, hard length of him. He was already fully erect, hot and heavy in my grip. “But you’re hard, Daven.”

A rough sound escaped his throat. He didn’t pull away. His hips twitched once, pushing his cock into my fist for a second before he forced himself still.

“Tessa...”

"I'm not a child, Daven, and as for my dad? Unless you would tell him"

Daven’s hand closed around my wrist, but he didn’t stop the slow glide of my fingers. His breathing had gone uneven. In the low light, I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his abs flexed every time I squeezed.

“You’re his daughter,” he said, voice strained. “You’re staying under my roof. This is....”

“What I want.” I leaned in and pressed my mouth to the side of his neck, tasting salt and skin. “I woke up dripping because of you.” I gave his cock another firm stroke. “If you tell me to leave, I will. But don’t lie and say you don’t want it. Your body already answered.”

For several long seconds the only sound in the room was our breathing. Then Daven moved. He grabbed the hem of my oversized T-shirt and yanked it over my head in one rough motion, leaving me bare except for the thin cotton panties that were already soaked through. His eyes dragged over my breasts, my stomach, the dark patch of fabric between my thighs.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re serious.”

“Completely.”

He was about to push in when we heard voices at the door outside.

"Who's in, Daven! Tessa!" a voice shouted.

My God, I'm finished. That is my dad's voice calling from outside. I looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall, and it was already 6am.

"I'm finished, Daven, that's my dad," I said, still looking at his tensed face while I lay there under him, hopeless.

"Yeah, I can see that. I can see him with a lady too. They're holding hands, but I can't figure out who she is."

"A lady?" I asked and stood up. Since I was a teen, I only knew one lady my dad loved that much, and that was Catherine, so hearing he was outside holding hands with a lady made my heart jump out of my chest.

"Let's pretend we're still asleep, Daven. Please, this could get me into trouble."

"No, I can't do that. Quickly, put your clothes back on and go to your room. I'm going to get the door."

He seemed dead serious, so I had to obey immediately. I put my gown back on, grabbed the pillow, and ran back to my room.

A few minutes later, I heard him open the door, so I came out, forming sleepy eyes. At the door stood my dad, with a young lady I had never seen in my life. 

"Dad, you're here already," I said, stretching out.

"Yes darling, sorry I woke you up. I had to come take you home before I leave. I have an appointment early this morning."

He came to give me a peck, which I received wholeheartedly. From the corner of my eye, I could see Daven hugging the lady my dad came with, so I had to turn to them.

"So..." I said slowly, "you two already know each other?"

The young woman laughed and slipped her arm through Daven's.

"Know each other?" she echoed. "He's my Dad."