Chapter 6

Brian’s POV

I move down the hallway quietly, approaching the epicenter of the sound. My heart stills when I realize it’s coming from Maeve’s room.

This was what I had been waiting for, for the past entire week. After that fateful encounter by the swimming pool that afternoon, Maeve had avoided me like the bubonic plague. Because she knew what might happen the next time we were alone.

She’s probably just shifting in bed, tossing and turning from the stress. But this isn’t normal. She usually sleeps soundly through the night–well, not always. I’ve never seen it, but Marissa’s mentioned how Maeve used to sleepwalk. At least, that’s the excuse she gave me for the lock being on the fridge.

I always thought it was a lie just to rationalize Marissa’s weird self-restraint tools she implemented for her diets.

My hand rests on the doorknob and I turn it as slowly as I can, making sure the door doesn’t squeak as I push it open.

I push the door open an inch, just enough to see.

Maeve’s on her bed, eyes closed and facing the door. Slivers of moonlight cast through the curtains illuminating her like she is the prize at the end of a rainbow. Sheets are twisted around her ankles, her sleep tank top is raised to show off her flat stomach.

She’s on her knees in a pair of panties, her body moving in slow, rolling waves. The bed creaks under her as her hips undulate over the giant stuffed teddy bear she keeps on her bed.

Her hips are grinding, a slow, hypnotic rhythm against the giant stuffed bear. The thing’s wedged between her thighs as she bucks back and forth teasing her clit against it. One hand grips the bear’s fur, her nails digging in, while the other rests on her stomach, her fingers twitching like she’s fighting the urge to touch herself.

And she’s fully asleep. At least I think she is.

My cock jerks, swelling painfully in my boxers.

But I can’t. I’m frozen, my breath shallow, my pulse wild in my ears.

She bites her lip hard, the plush pink darkening as she sinks her teeth into the supple flesh.

Maeve whimpers, her hips picking up speed, her thighs squeezing the bear like she’s trying to fuck it. Even through the bear’s fur, the sound is wet, obscenely delicious as her juices seep through her cotton panties and soak the bear. Her face is serene, almost angelic, her brows slightly furrowed like she’s chasing something just out of reach.

I wish I had brought my phone with me so that atleast I could shoot her doing this to herself. How long was I supposed to control myself when Maeve was the only fucking reason that I had married her mother?

No doubt she was a catch, but still Maeve was like the perfect fantasy for any red hot blooded male coming alive. And I knew she would be the perfect fantasy to have in my bed when I had seen her a year back as I had come to see off one of my friend’s daughter. The one I had been fucking that time before she went to college.

"Mmm—" The sound slips from her lips, soft and needy, and my balls ache.

I adjust myself, my palm pressing against the head of my cock through the fabric. The friction isn’t enough. Nothing’s enough. I want to see her fingers dip beneath that panties, exploring her tight cunt.

Her hand slides down, her fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties. A shudder runs through her, her back arching off the bed, her breath hitching.

"Daddy—" The word is a whisper, a plea, and my stomach clenches so hard I nearly groan.

Fuck. Fuck.

She said Daddy. Maeve moaned out for me. She was dreaming about me.

I knew that she never would have had any kind of fantasies unless I had done that too her. Every single waking hour I could imagine the feel of her breasts under my palms. The way she moaned as I pulled on her nipples.

Now I guess she was fantasizing the same thing.

I should pull her teddy away and fuck her. I knew I could not do that. But my feet won’t move. I’m transfixed, my cock leaking pre-cum, my mind racing with images of what I’d do to her if she were awake—if she were mine. I’d strip her bare, spread her out on this bed, and lick her until she screamed. I’d fuck her raw, make her take every inch until she couldn’t walk straight.

But the first time that I took her, she needed to make that choice.

I’d ruin her for anyone else.

Maeve’s fingers move faster, her hips stuttering, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Please—" She’s begging now, her voice thick with sleep, her body tense. The bear’s getting the full force of her movements, her thighs shaking, her toes curling against the sheets.

God, I want to be that fucking bear.

Maeve lets out a low, guttural moan as her entire body shudders. Her head flies back and she slows her movements, mouth hanging open as every inhale is sharp and filled with need.

“Daddy please! Fuck me please….”

Her soft hoarse moan made me almost cum in my pants. This girl was making behave like a bloody teenager with no self control whatsoever.

I can’t take this anymore. Fuck. Me.

I turn away, my chest heaving, my cock throbbing. The hallway’s dark, the air thick with the scent of her arousal. I stumble back to my room, my hand already shoving into my boxers, gripping my shaft. It’s iron-hard, the veins standing out, the head slick with pre-cum.

Marissa’s still asleep, her back to me, her breathing steady. I don’t go to the bathroom or my office like I should. The risk of getting caught jerking off only makes this hotter, the adrenaline sharpening every sensation.

I stroke myself slowly at first, my palm slick against the head, my thumb swiping over the slit. My mind’s still in Maeve’s room. On her flushed skin, her parted lips, the way she said my name like a prayer. I imagine her hands on me instead of that fucking bear, her slim fingers wrapping around my cock, her thumb circling the head just like this.

A groan builds in my chest. I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood, my grip tightening. My strokes speed up, my balls drawing tight, the pleasure coiling low in my gut. I picture Maeve beneath me, her legs spread, her cunt glistening, her eyes hazy with sleep as I sink into her for the first time.

I know she’d be fucking tight, too. She’s never dated anyone to my knowledge. I’d be her first cock.

Hell, I’d want to be her only cock.

But no, not any longer. Soon she would be mine.