I was sprawled on the couch, laptop on my thighs, earbuds blasting some lofi study playlist, when the doorbell rang.
"Coming!" I yelled, tugging out one earbud, hair falling in my face.
And there he was. Daniel Carter. My best friend's dad. My personal human kryptonite. Standing there in his damn tailored suit, hair perfectly messy, gray eyes scanning the apartment like he owned it.
"Daniel!" my stepmom, Anna, exclaimed from the kitchen, clapping her hands like she'd been waiting for him all day. "You haven't changed a bit! Still looking… Dashingg!"
I choked on my iced coffee. Dashingg? Really, mom? Really?
He smiled politely at her, but I caught it. Oh, I definitely caught it the way his eyes flicked down, down, down… and lingered just a second too long on my breast. My black crop top under the oversized hoodie.
"Uh…" I tried to look anywhere but him, but my stepmom was oblivious, leaning closer. "And Maya, you've really grown into such a beautiful young woman. Tall, confident… so pretty."
My heart slammed. I mean, thanks, Mom? And he… he didn't even pretend he didn't notice.
"Mm," he murmured, voice low. "Yeah… confident and pretty. Make anyone loose control "
I froze. Did he just—? His gaze dipped again, just long enough to make my hoodie feel like it was way too small.
"Anyway," he continued, straightening, "I was thinking… tonight, we could watch a movie. I've got some action flicks you might actually survive through. Popcorn's on me."
"Perfect!" my stepmom gushed, totally ignoring the subtle tension crackling between us. "Daniel's taste in movies is… impeccable."
I groaned softly, burying my face in my hands. This was going to be a long night.
He leaned against the doorway, eyes locked on me as I peeked through my fingers. "Careful," he murmured, tone teasing, voice rough. "You look way too tempting in that hoodie. You're gonna get yourself in trouble."
I froze. My pulse spiked, and heat pooled between my thighs. Did he just say that out loud?
He smirked at my reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. My stepmom kept chatting about recipes and boring adult stuff, totally oblivious, while Daniel… Daniel was so not oblivious.
And I? I wasn't moving. I let him stare. Let him comment. Because damn it, this forbidden, awkward, totally scandalous tension was exactly the kind of trouble I loved.
I wasn't subtle. I made sure of that.
When we arrived at Daniel's apartment, I stepped out of the car in my short black skirt and cropped tank top barely covering what it needed to, hoodie tied around my waist for "casual balance."
The movie hadn't even started. And somehow, it already felt like the hottest night of my life.
The moment he saw me, his jaw tightened, eyes darkening in a way that made my pulse skip.
"Uh… wow," he muttered, voice low, rough. That pause? That look.is ... Hot. And very, very forbidden."Wow what?" I teased, sliding past him into the lobby, pretending not to notice the way he lingered, lingering way too long.
"You're… enchanting," he admitted,
I grinned, swaying just slightly so my skirt rode up. "Careful, Mr. Carter. You say stuff like that, I might start thinking you're going to punish me."
Yeah, he definitely imagined it.
By the time we got to the apartment, I could feel the electricity between us crackling. He poured the popcorn, but his hands shook slightly. He tried to look casual, tried to focus on the TV, but I could feel his gaze on me. Everywhere.
I slouched on the couch, legs crossed, leaning toward him "accidentally." Hoodie slid off one shoulder, enough to show a little cleavage, little to tease, little to torment him.
"Movie's starting," I said innocently, but my voice didn't sound innocent to me—or to him.
He cleared his throat. "Right… movie."
Yeah, right. Movie. He tried to focus on the screen, but every movement, every small glance at me, made it obvious: he was losing control.
When I leaned forward to grab popcorn, our thighs brushed. I leaned back, smirk teasing. "You're staring again," I whispered. "Gonna get me in trouble?"
While the movie is taking up its pace, suddenly a erotic scene came up where the female lead undresses herself slowly, slowly and then the male lead widens her legs and began pleasuring her orally now this became so so much heated in here.
I gasped at that scene,
While at the corner my stepmom was busy snoring and fulfilling her sleep..
Does it makes you uncomfortable, he asked
Umm. No , I said
So are you enjoying yourself watching this..
My face flushed
He grabbed a blanket from a corner and begin covering my legs from it..
I'm not cold, I said
No, you're HOT.
My heart skipped a beat
Then he gently place his hand under the blanket, looking once at my stepmom.
She's a heavy sleeper..he said
What are you up to mister, I asked
Then with his rough fingers he began caressing my things then higher up to my inner thighs and then...to my kitty...
Ah, I moaned softly
I haven't removed your panty but I can still feel how wet are you, from this movie or from me?
Are you this wet all the time when you came up to me?, he asked
She might wake up, Mr --
Shsss, from his other hand he pressed at my lips
Then he remove my underwear in one swift motion and begin to circle my folds, my legs started trembling..
Today you'll feel real man's touch, he provoked
And then he shifted. His thumb slid higher, finding the spot that made my whole body jerk. He started slow, almost lazy, circling in maddening teases then picked up pace, harder, faster, ruthless.Her legs trembled. I tried to turn my head, to breathe, to stop him, but his palm pressed me down into the pillow, swallowing my sounds by kissing me hungrily. The only thing I could do was writhe against the couch, every nerve lighting up as he worked me closer.
Suddenly my mom started mumbling something in her sleep, which totally made me turned pale, and in another swift motion he suddenly entered all three of his fingers, making it work faster yet pleasurable, I am on the verge and as soon as his phone started buzzing in loud noise, from which my stepmom waked up..
And I had a release...