My Dad's Bestfriend

Sienna

For the first few minutes, I couldn't form words-I was too flabbergasted, too stunned by the audacity of it all. My lips parted to finally speak, but Alex beat me to it. As Always.

He suddenly pressed harder on the accelerator, the car roaring as it surged forward. My heart lurched into my throat.

What in the

"What the hell are you doing, Alex? Slow down!" I gasped, my eyes glued to the blur of the road ahead, mind spiraling.

"There's one thing I've never done in my life, Flower..." His gaze cut to me instead of the road, which only made my pulse spike harder. "...and unfortunate for you....that's slowing down."

Before I could react, his hand moved with a deliberate, terrifying confidence- unzipping my shorts and slipping inside.

Fuck!

"Alex!" My breath hitched as his fingers grazed over me, just above the thin fabric of my panties. I squeezed my thighs shut on instinct, "Stop." The word was there, but it lacked conviction, betraying me.

Even I myself didn't know if I wanted it or not and surely, Alex having the ability to read my mind, could already sense it, so he proved, with his next statement.

"Do you really want me to?" His tone was silk laced with danger, his touch teasing slow circles over my clit, "Because I don't think you do."

"I—yes, I—" My protest broke into a gasp as his fingers slid beneath the fabric, sinking inside of my pussy without hesitation. "Shit..." My head fell back against the seat, eyes fluttering shut, betraying me further.

It was sick. Fucking sick to admit it that....there was a magical rhythm in his movements. And somehow my body seemed to be in tune with it more than it ever had with anything.

"Already soaked," he murmured, voice husky with satisfaction. His fingers moved with steady, maddening precision. "And you'd still lie, pretend you don't want me?" He laughed low, dark, shaking his head.

"Alex..." I gripped his wrist, half in desperation, half in need. "The road-watch the road! We could fucking die!"

you die," he said simply, curling his fingers inside me. My body jolted, hips trembling as I bit back another cry, nails digging into

"How many times can I make you cum before we crash? Once?" A finger withdrew, then plunged back in. "Twice?" Another

frantic drumbeat

His thumb pressed against my clit, drawing a ragged moan from my throat, "...more

from

with desire until I couldn't tell them apart. My heart screamed fear, but my body? My body betrayed me with every desperate clench around his

at me, Flower." His hand slipped away for a fraction of a second, the loss

mine-hovering,

again, fingers finding that spot with merciless accuracy. A

disappeared. All that existed was Alex-his fingers, his eyes, the sick, shameful

of me-the darkest, ugliest

around my fingers as if it was made for me..." a small smirk curved on his lips but his breathing was

swallowed at his words, and

sweet spot again. A soft moan slipped past

my gaze locked

Then, without warning,

fingers inside me deeper, thrusting in

clench around him with

s

to close my eyes, but I couldn't. Looking at him only heightened the desire I didn't want to admit

could read me like a book. Every gasp, every whimper was

he was forcing from

about to

above a whisper, my body

obeys me more than you