It wasn't just a crush.
It was a need raw, aching, and wrong in every possible way.
Lila and I had been best friends since freshman year of college, and I'd always thought her dad was handsome. Charismatic. A little too confident. But over time, it became more than that.
He was magnetic.
Mr. Maddox had that kind of presence that wrapped around you before you realized it. He didn't try to flirt. He didn't have to. His silence did the talking. His calm, his control it undressed me without laying a finger.
And worse he knew it.
The Summer That Changed Everything
Lila had begged me to stay the summer with her at their family estate while her dad worked remotely.
It was supposed to be a relaxing girls' break: wine, pool days, binge watching terrible shows.
It turned into something else entirely.
Because every night, I ended up in one of his shirts. And every morning, he watched me sip coffee like I was breaking his rules just by existing.
We said nothing.
We did nothing.
But the air between us? Tighter than my thighs every time he walked in, damp towel around his hips, hair wet, chest glistening.
I stopped pretending I wasn't tempted.
And I think he stopped pretending not to notice.
The Glimpse
That night, Lila had gone out drinking with friends. I stayed back claimed I was tired.
I wasn't.
I was restless.
I wore the towel loosely, walking toward the guest bath when I passed his study. The door was cracked open.
I shouldn't have looked.
But I did.
And what I saw made my knees tremble.
He was standing in front of a tall mirror. His joggers pushed down to his thighs. Fist stroking slowly. Deliberately. Breathing heavy. Eyes dark.
And then, softly:
"I know you're there."
My breath hitched.
His head didn't turn.
"Come in, sweetheart."
The Invitation
I stepped in, heart slamming against my ribs.
He met my eyes in the mirror. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"
I nodded.
"Drop it."
I hesitated.
He raised a brow.
"Your towel. Now."
It slipped to the floor with a soft thud.
His jaw clenched.
"Turn around. Hands on the mirror."
I obeyed skin flushed, nipples tight from the cold and the tension.
He came up behind me, one hand sliding up my waist, over my breast, pinching my nipple until I gasped.
"I've wanted to touch you since I saw you sunbathing in my shirt with nothing underneath."
I whimpered.
"Dirty little secret," he whispered against my neck. "My daughter's best friend. So sweet. So off limits."
His hand slid between my thighs.
And he moaned when he felt how wet I already was.
The Worship
"Get on your knees," he said. "And show me how much you've thought about this."
I knelt on the plush rug, lips parted, watching his cock spring free.
Thick. Veined. Beautiful.
I wrapped my lips around the tip, licking slowly, dragging my tongue down the underside.
His hands gripped my hair.
"You suck cock like you've trained for it," he groaned.
I moaned around him, deeper now, letting spit drip onto his thighs, my own thighs squeezing together from the wet ache growing between them.
When he pulled out with a hiss, I was breathless.
He helped me up, turned me toward the mirror again, and whispered:
"Now I'm going to fuck you while you watch yourself fall apart."
The Claiming
He bent me over the desk, his hand pressing between my shoulder blades.
One finger slid inside me.
Then two.
Then, his cock hot and hard nudging at my soaked entrance.
The stretch made me cry out.
"So tight," he grunted. "You've never been taken like this."
His thrusts were deep, slow, punishing.
I watched in the mirror as my body trembled, breasts bouncing, lips parted in helpless moans.
His hand slid over my mouth, and his other slapped my ass, making me clench around him.
"You think she'd forgive either of us if she knew?" he growled. "Think she'd understand why I can't stop fucking her best friend?"
My moan was the only answer.
He fucked me harder.
Until I was screaming into his hand.
Until I was cumming violently, helplessly, gripping the desk as the world shattered.
He came seconds later, buried deep, groaning like it hurt to let go.
The Aftermath
We didn't speak for a long time.
I sat on his lap, trembling, still full of him.
He held me. Brushed the hair from my face.
"This can't happen again," he said softly.
I looked up.
"So when?"
He smirked.
"Friday. When she's at her mom's."