Filthy Little Desires

CHAPTER FOUR STORYII

My Best Friend’s Dad Wants Me

Maya woke up in Richard’s bed.

For a few seconds she forgot where she was. Then the heavy arm around her waist and the solid warmth of his chest against her back reminded her with full force. She was completely naked. He was naked. And somewhere down the hall her best friend was sleeping, completely unaware that Maya had spent the entire night in her father’s bed.

Richard’s hand slid up slowly and cupped her breast, thumb brushing lazily over the n****e until it tightened.

“You’re awake,” he murmured against the back of her neck, voice still rough from sleep.

Maya’s heart was already racing. “Sophia—”

“Is still asleep. I checked twenty minutes ago.” He pushed her top leg forward with his knee and guided himself into her from behind in one slow, deep thrust. Maya bit down hard on her lip to stay quiet. He was thick and hard, stretching her open in that way she was already starting to crave. He f****d her like that for a long time — slow, controlled strokes that made the wet sound of their bodies fill the quiet room. One hand stayed over her mouth whenever a soft moan threatened to escape.

“You’re going to miss this when I’m gone,” he said against her ear.

Maya’s eyes fluttered open. “What?”

Richard’s hips kept moving in that same unhurried rhythm. “I’m going out of town next week. Business trip. Three days in Chicago. Meetings, client dinners, the usual.”

Something cold and disappointed settled in Maya’s stomach even while he was still inside her. “You’re leaving?”

“You’re coming with me.”

She turned her head as much as she could to look at him. “What do you mean?”

Richard’s expression was calm and completely serious. “You’ll tell Sophia you’re going to visit your grandparents for a few days. I’ll tell her the trip is pure work and she can’t come. We’ll leave the same morning, same airport, different check-in times if we have to. Three days. Just us.”

Maya’s pulse pounded in her throat. The idea was terrifying. It was also the most exciting thing she had ever heard.

“She’ll be alone in the house,” she whispered.

“She’s twenty-one years old. She can survive three days without us.” His hand tightened on her hip as he thrust deeper. “I want you for three full days without having to listen for footsteps or cover your mouth every time I make you come. You’re coming with me, Maya.”

She knew she should say no. She knew the lies were already getting too big. But the thought of three days alone with him — no Sophia, no risk of being overheard, no rushing ,made her clench hard around his c**k.

“Okay,” she breathed.

Richard kissed the back of her neck, clearly satisfied, and started f*****g her harder. Maya came first, shaking and silent against his palm. He followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling her with a low groan he muffled against her shoulder.

They stayed locked together until they heard Sophia’s bedroom door open down the hall. Only then did Richard finally let Maya slip out of his bed. She grabbed her discarded sleep shirt and panties, heart still slamming, and quietly made her way back to the guest room before Sophia could see her.

She barely made it under the covers before Sophia knocked and opened the door.

“You’re still in bed?” Sophia laughed. “Dad’s already making breakfast. Hurry up, lazy.”

Maya forced a smile and sat up, praying her best friend couldn’t smell s*x on her skin or see the fresh marks on her thighs.

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Breakfast was torture.

Richard stood at the stove in a white T-shirt and sweatpants, looking completely normal. Sophia chattered about her exam results and a party she wanted to go to next weekend. Maya sat between them, thighs pressed tightly together, still feeling Richard’s c*m slowly leaking out of her.

Every time Sophia looked down at her phone, Richard found a way to touch Maya. His foot slid between her legs under the table and pressed upward. His fingers brushed the side of her breast when he reached for the coffee pot. Once, when Sophia stood to get more juice, he leaned over and bit the side of Maya’s neck hard enough to make her gasp.

“Behave,” he murmured against her skin, then straightened like nothing had happened the second Sophia turned around.

Maya’s hands were shaking around her fork.

After breakfast Richard casually dropped the news about the business trip while they were still at the table.

“I have to fly to Chicago next Wednesday,” he said. “Three days of meetings. I’ll be back Sunday night.”

Sophia immediately sat up straighter. “Can I come? Please? I can stay in the hotel and shop or go to museums while you’re working.”

Richard didn’t even glance at her. “No. It’s back-to-back meetings and client dinners. You’ll be bored out of your mind.”

“But I won’t be in the way...”

“Sophia. The answer is no.”

Sophia turned to Maya with big eyes. “Then you’re staying with me, right? We can have a whole girls’ week. Movies, takeout, face masks, everything.”

Maya’s throat felt tight. She delivered the lie they had prepared, the words tasting like ash.

“Actually… my grandma called yesterday. She really wants me to come stay with them for a few days. I already told her yes.”

Sophia’s face fell. “Both of you are abandoning me?”

Richard reached over and ruffled her hair the way he always did when she pouted. “You’ll be fine. Order whatever you want, watch those terrible reality shows you like, and try not to burn the house down.”

Sophia groaned dramatically but eventually accepted it. Maya kept her eyes on her plate, feeling Richard’s foot press firmly against hers under the table in silent approval.

The rest of the day was a slow, delicious kind of torture.

Sophia stayed home studying. Richard worked from his office with the door half-open. Every time Maya walked past to get water or a snack, she felt his eyes on her. Once, when Sophia was deep in a video call with classmates, Richard appeared behind Maya in the kitchen, pushed her against the fridge, and kissed her so hard her knees went weak. His hand shoved into her leggings and rubbed her c**t in tight circles until she came silently against his mouth, shaking.

“Tonight,” he whispered. “My bed again. I want you sore before we even leave for Chicago.”

Then he walked away like nothing had happened.

By the time night fell, Maya was wound so tight she could barely think.

Sophia went to bed early, exhausted from studying. The second her door closed, Maya walked straight to Richard’s room. He was already waiting, shirtless, leaning against the headboard.

The moment she stepped inside he pulled her onto the bed, stripped her naked, and spent a long time with his mouth between her legs until she was crying from how many times he made her come. Only then did he push inside her and f**k her slow and deep, one hand locked around her throat, eyes locked on hers.

“Three days,” he growled against her mouth. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

Maya came again, shaking underneath him, and knew with terrifying clarity that she was already ruined.

When he finally finished inside her, he stayed buried deep and spoke against her lips.

“We leave Wednesday morning. Pack light. You’re not going to need many clothes.”

Maya closed her eyes, still full of him, heart racing, and whispered the only truth she had left.

“I can’t wait.”