It was stupid to keep sneaking around. Dangerous. But danger made it worse. Made it better.
That night, the house was quiet. Too quiet. My father had come home early from a trip, footsteps echoing through the halls. Doors opening, closing. He was only one room away.
Tessa found me anyway.
I was walking to the kitchen when she grabbed my wrist, eyes wide and terrified—but also dark with want. She pulled me into the pantry, shut the door softly behind us, her breath already shaky.
"Tessa—"
Her hands slid up under my shirt so fast it stole the words from my mouth. "Please," she whispered, voice wrecked. "I can't wait. I tried. I can't."
Her palms were frantic on my skin, mapping out my chest, feeling every muscle tense under her touch. When I cupped her face and kissed her, she melted with a soft, broken moan, hips pressing right against my thigh.
"Oh god… Ethan…" Her voice was so thin, so desperate. "Your father's right there. Please… be quiet… but don't stop…"
I spun her around, pressing her back to the wall. Her gasp was high, shocked. Her eyes fluttered, mouth falling open. "You like that?" I growled right against her ear, one hand gripping her waist, the other sliding under her thin dress.
"Yes… oh god yes… be rough with me… I want it—I want it so badly…"
I found her panties soaked through. When I slid them aside and ran two fingers through her heat, she choked on a whimper, thighs trembling so hard she nearly dropped.
"Shh…" I murmured darkly. "You want my father to hear you moaning for me? Hear how filthy you sound when I touch you like this?"
She bit her lip, eyes rolling back, tears gathering. "N-no… but… I can't be quiet… Ethan, please…"
I slid two fingers inside her and her knees buckled. Her hands flew to my shoulders, nails digging in as she rocked helplessly on my hand. Tiny choked moans broke free with every thrust of my fingers, like she couldn't stop them if she tried.
"You're soaked," I whispered. "Look how greedy this pussy is. Clenching around my fingers like it's starving for my cock."
Her whole body jolted. "Oh god… yes… please, I need you inside me, I need it so bad—"
I pulled her panties down, let them fall around her ankles. Then I pushed my pants down just enough, lined up, and pressed into her tight, slick heat in one slow, forceful stroke.
She let out a strangled cry, hand flying to her mouth to muffle it. Her eyes rolled back, tears spilling free as her thighs shook around me.
"That's it," I growled, pushing deeper, feeling her walls flutter around me. "You're already close, aren't you? Just from me filling you up."
She nodded frantically, breath breaking in little sobs behind her hand. When I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, her body jolted hard enough to rattle the shelves.
"Ethan—! Oh my god—it's so deep—"
"Shh, you'll get us caught," I rasped, fucking her slow and punishing, making her take every inch. "You want him to open this door and see you spread on his son's cock? See how filthy you look taking me?"
Her moan was strangled, so soft but so needy. Her hand fell away from her mouth and she whispered, half crying: "I'd let him see… if it meant I could keep feeling this… I don't care anymore… I'd give it all up—just please, don't stop—"
That shattered me. I grabbed her hips hard enough to bruise, drove into her faster. Her head hit the shelf behind her with a tiny thunk, eyes glazed, mouth open on helpless little cries.
"Oh… oh god… Ethan… it's so much, I can't—"
"Yes you can. You'll take it. Because this is what you were made for. Made for me to fuck you so deep you forget any other man's ever touched you."
Her body locked up, clamping around me so tight I nearly saw stars. She came with a tiny broken wail, hips jerking, thighs quivering uncontrollably.
I chased my own finish, thrusting hard and deep until I spilled inside her, groaning her name right against her mouth. Her soft shudders milked every last drop out of me.
When it was over, we stood there tangled up, her breathing so ragged it almost sounded like sobs. I pressed gentle kisses to her cheek, her neck, brushing tears away with my thumbs.
"Say it again," I whispered.
She looked up at me, eyes glassy, lips swollen. "I'm yours," she breathed. "Forever. Even if it destroys everything."
And god help us both—I knew I'd let it.