Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 3

My lips were trembling as my skipping breath passed over them. It was warm and moist but then my mouth went dry as I tried to come up with an excuse about Everett’s lie.

Noting my awkward pause, Mr. Williams glanced at my father, then me, then my father again and said, "Yes, I noticed some photography collections upstairs last time I was here. She really has a knack for it." He lifted his wine glass and tilted it once before drinking.

“Go upstair and take some.” My dad said excitedly.

Blinking a couple of times, I quietly exhaled in relief catching Mr. Williams eye. It was second time he saved me.

I turned to Everett with resentful eyes. He was being an asshole, though. I had to tell him off.

Clinging my phone, I covertly began texting Everett a mean message but before I could send it, I received one from him first.

Everett: I can't wait any longer. I'm so fucking hard.

My heart was racing as I forced my gasp down. I coughed a couple of times when my mother noticed I was acting strangely.

"Oh, show us Mila," my mother urged me.

“Yeah, don’t be a baby,” Dad teased.

"Alright, I'll be right back."

I ran upstairs, pawing through a pile of pictures I'd had printed. What one would they believe? Right! There it was. A picture of our yard with the moon spilling across it in black and white. Returning back down I slid into the comfortable dining chair, then proudly presented the photo.

"Let's see," Dad said as he took it first. Then he showed my mother. My parents looked at the picture, both of their mouths in O shapes. I pulled one part of my lip down, drawing it over my teeth. I wasn't sure if this was photography level material but I had to come up with something for them.

Damn you, Everett with your games.

"How long have you been pursuing this?" Mom asked me.

"Oh, since a-about three years a-ago," I stammered as Everett kept rubbing his warm thigh against mine under table.

I nailed Everett's knee with my heel for winding me up but then Mr. Williams shot me a stern glance. My chest ignited with embarrassment. I had kicked him instead.

I gave him a sorry look. God, not again!

This was too much for me to take. Maybe I could accept Everett’s invitaion. We can have a nice fuck in my restroom. How exciting.

"I-I'm full. I'm going to work on my economics homework. Excuse me," I said. Everett caught my eye and I saw a flicker of lusty interest that he was trying to hide.

"Sure, that's no problem," Mom said.

I traipsed to the bathroom of my room, just as Everett had suggested. Following his instructions, I stripped naked and waited for him, feeling the slight coldness of the tiles on my bare feet. I slipped over the shag bath mat enjoying the softness on my toes.

The air was just a little colder than I liked, covering me with goosebumps. Or was that the thought of his mouth on my skin that made me tense up?

I never expected that I'd surrender my virginity on the bathroom floor today, but I couldn't stop my burning desire. If he didn't hurry up however, I was going to have to get release. One way or another.

The doorknob turned and my heart thundered. Once that threshold was crossed, I'd no longer be the person I was this morning.

God, hurry up Everett. I wanted to be with him inside me.

A sliver of the door cracked and I licked my lips as the light graced my frame. Leaning back against the mirror, I prayed I was perfectly plump for him and then I lifted my chin to look into his eyes. When those eyes locked with mine, however, they weren't the ones I was expecting.

It wasn't Everett, but his father Mr. Williams.

He stared at me with zero surprise. On the contrary, his eyes easily, mercilessly, crawled over every inch of my body, as a slow curl on his lip rolled into a delicious smile of primal desire.

The way he looked at me was like he wanted to possess my body all for himself.