Aria's POV
The ride back home had been torture. My thighs still tingled from earlier, the memory of Caleb's cock pressing against my lips in that bathroom refusing to fade. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Richard's thickness too. It was insane. How did I manage to get both father and son under my skin like this? They weren't even trying—at least not openly—and still, they had me wrapped around their fingers.
By the time we got through the front door, I was dizzy. My body buzzed with a heat I couldn't control, and I knew I was spiraling into something dangerous. Richard's eyes followed me all the way up the stairs, steady and heavy, like he knew what I had been doing in that bathroom. Caleb, on the other hand, stayed quiet, his jaw set as if he was hiding something too. I pretended not to notice, but the truth was, both of them were driving me crazy in ways Tony never had.
The evening slipped by in a blur. Dinner, a few awkward conversations, the sound of my mother laughing too loudly in the living room while Richard kept his hand casually on her thigh. I could barely eat. I escaped to my room early, curled up under the covers with my phone in hand, but even when I tried to distract myself online, all I saw were flashes of their bodies, their voices, their forbidden presence.
When morning came, I woke to silence. The whole house was dead quiet. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, and peeked out of my room. Empty. Every room I checked was the same. They were gone.
I padded downstairs, still in my shorts and oversized T-shirt, and collapsed on the couch. For a moment, I just sat there, staring at nothing, scrolling through my phone like a zombie. Then, Tony's name lit up my screen. My chest tightened instantly.
Guilt. Raw, heavy guilt.
Because as soon as I saw his name, I knew—I was betraying him. Even if I hadn't gone all the way yet, even if my lips had only tasted Caleb, I was already too far gone. If Richard or Caleb kept pulling me this way, I was going to break, and Tony would never forgive me.
I swallowed hard and answered the call anyway.
"Baby," Tony's voice rushed out, low and desperate, laced with frustration. "Finally. Do you even remember I exist? You've been gone, Aria. No calls, no texts… nothing. I thought I was losing my mind."
My throat went dry. "I'm sorry," I whispered, trying to sound normal. "Things have just been… different here. I didn't mean to ignore you."
"Didn't mean to?" he bit out, then groaned. "Fuck, Aria. Do you know how many times I've jerked off to the memory of you since you left? Every time I think about your little pussy wrapped around me, my cock flicks so hard I can't breathe. I can't wait to feel you again, to fill you until you're begging me to stop."
His words made my core clench, sharp and guilty. Heat crawled down my belly, but instead of the usual sweet ache, it twisted with shame. Because all I could think of wasn't Tony inside me—it was Richard's massive length I'd glimpsed in the garden, Caleb's taste still lingering at the back of my throat.
"Tony… stop saying things like that." My voice cracked, already soaked in desire.
But Tony chuckled darkly, refusing to let go.
"You think you can stop me? You don't know how many times I've stroked myself, thinking about how wet you'd be, how your moans would sound with my cock sliding into you. Fuck, Aria… I need you."
My fingers trembled against the couch cushion. I couldn't fight it anymore. Slowly, I slid my hand under my shorts, brushing against my panties. The fabric was damp, already clinging to me. I pressed one finger against my clit and gasped, my legs jerking at the sharp pleasure that shot through me.
"Tony… oh God…" I whispered, my breath uneven. He groaned on the other line, clearly imagining me.
"Touch yourself, baby. Don't hide it. Rub that pretty clit for me. Let me hear those moans."
Heat flooded my body. My index finger circled my swollen bud in slow, trembling strokes. My hips rose instinctively to meet the rhythm. I bit my lips, trying to stay quiet but the moan slipped out anyway—low, needy, shameless.
"Yes… yes, that's it," Tony breathed, his voice ragged now. "Fuck yourself for me. Pretend it's my cock stretching you open, pounding that little pussy."
My other hand rose to my breast, squeezing, twisting my nipple hard until it ached, sending jolts of fire to my core. The sound of Tony's heavy breathing in my ear only pushed me deeper into the haze. I could hear the faint slick sound of him stroking himself too, and it drove me insane.
"Tony… harder…" I moaned, fingering myself faster, slick coating my fingers. My legs trembled, every nerve screaming for release. My body was burning, spiraling higher and higher.
"Oh Caleb…!" The name tumbled from my lips before I could stop it. It slipped out raw, desperate, moaned into the phone.
There was a sharp pause.
"...Who the fuck is Caleb?" Tony's voice snapped, sharp, demanding. My heart froze.
"N-no one!" I stammered, panicked. "I didn't—I wasn't—" But before he could ask again, I ended the call, my chest heaving, sweat dripping down my temple. My heart was racing like I had just committed a crime.
But my body didn't stop. My clit was throbbing, aching for more. My shame was drowned by the pulsing heat between my legs. I shoved two fingers inside my dripping pussy, thrusting hard, while my other hand teased my clit in fast circles. My mind was no longer on Tony, no It was Caleb.
Caleb's face, his cock ramming into my mouth with brutal force. My voice grew louder, shameless.
"Caleb… oh fuck, Caleb—fill me… ruin me…" I moaned, grinding against my own fingers, hips bucking as wet squelches filled the air.
The couch creaked under me, my thighs trembling uncontrollably. My nipples were hard and sore under my pinching fingers, my pussy clenching tight around my own touch as if desperate for something bigger, harder. I was moaning Caleb's name over and over, each word filthier than the last.
Just as then I hear footsteps echoed in the hallway. My body froze instantly, terror piercing through the haze. My heart jumped to my throat.
Oh God. What if it was my mother?