Delilah’s POV

“What‘s’this?” I dragged my suitcase out the door, my eyes widening as I pointed at the chaos in the driveway.

I should’ve known that when Mom suggested taking us to her boyfriend Dominic’s beach villa for a summer getaway, she’d go completely overboard. But this? At the very start of the trip? No.

I rubbed my forehead, frowning at the minivan in front of me. At this point, its trunk and back seats were completely stuffed—suitcases, coolers, beach bags, even Mom’s ridiculous inflatable flamingo.

Mom was bent over the back seat, face flushed, frantically stuffing one last beach towel into whatever space remained. “There!” she declared triumphantly, slapping the seat. “Perfect fit.” Then she straightened up, spotted me, and waved impatiently. “Hurry up, Delilah, we’re already late!”

“Coming,” I muttered, reluctantly stepping forward, the morning sun already warm on my skin.

Dominic was leaning against the side of the van, arms crossed over his broad chest, looking annoyingly perfect in a simple white t-shirt and jeans. His brown hair was slightly messy from the breeze, and those sharp jawlines and dark eyes made it hard to remember he was almost twice my age.

“Morning, baby girl,” he said, his deep voice carrying that lazy smile that made my stomach do stupid flips.

“Morning,” I muttered, trying not to stare too long.

Mom slammed the trunk shut and wiped her hands. “Alright, we can head out now.”

“Where am I gonna sit, Mom? On the roof of the car? There’s barely any space for me to sit with all the luggage taking all the space.”

“Yeah, she's right. Sarah, if you don’t clear some of this out, she’s going to be wedged in there like a sardine. I don’t want my baby girl uncomfortable for eight hours straight.”

“Hah, you think I didn’t consider that? Delilah, you’re riding up front with Dominic.”

I blinked. “Wait… what?”

“You heard me. Isn’t this a great idea?” She jingled the car keys, turn to Dominic. “Delilah can sit on your lap.”

"Wait, you want her to sit on my lap!? Why can’t she sit on yours?”

“Because I’m driving.”

“Who says? We’re heading to my family’s beach villa, after all,” Dominic shot back.

“Oh, come on, Dom. Every time you drive, I feel unsafe. Who knows if you’ll go crazy like last time?”

“That only happened once!”

“And I’ve had nightmares about it more times than I can count.”

I rolled my eyes. I remember when it happened. last summer, empty highway, Dominic grinning like a maniac as he floored it just for fun. Mom’s shriek could probably still be heard echoing through the trees.

“Okay, I'll sit in the front passenger seat together with Deli.” Dominic finally says, resigning. “Don’t make this any more awkward than it already is, understand?”

“No problem.” Mom nodded, then climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Wait, Mom. Dominic.” I blink as it suddenly dawns on me that they’re making decisions about me without even asking me. “Don’t I have a say in this? You haven’t even asked me if I’m comfortable with it.”

“Delilah, honey, we’ve settled this. Okay?” She squeezes my shoulder gently.

Dominic looked at me for a second, before he opened the passenger door and slid into the seat. The space looked even smaller once he was inside—his tall, muscular frame taking up most of it.

He patted his thigh once, voice low. “Come on, Deli.”

I hesitated, heart hammering. This was insane. But one look at Mom’s determined face in the mirror told me arguing was pointless. With a resigned sigh, I stepped closer.

Dominic’s large hands gently guided my hips as I carefully lowered myself onto his lap. The moment my body settled against his, I felt the solid heat of his chest against my back, his strong thighs beneath me, and the faint scent of his cologne wrapping around me.

The passenger door clicked shut.

Mom started the engine, humming happily. “See? Problem solved. Beach villa, here we come!”

Delilah’s POV

The car slowly pulled away from the house, the sun growing smaller and smaller behind us.

Wearing summer clothes in this weather would normally feel comfortable, but in this situation? Well… I just felt awkward. I had to shift constantly to make sure I didn’t accidentally touch Dominic’s sensitive spots.

“Deli, sit still, stop fidgeting.” Dominic drew in a slow breath. I could feel his warm exhale brushing against my neck as he spoke, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

“Sorry… but sitting on your lap is really uncomfortable.”

“Really? You didn’t used to say that when you were a kid. Back then, you always loved sitting on my lap or lying on my back.”

I feel heat creeping to my cheek. “That was…a long time ago. I’m no longer a child. I’m an adult now. My friends will laugh at me if they see me in this position. I deserve to be treated like the eighteen-year-old that I am.”

Dominic chuckles. “No matter how old you get, you’ll always be my baby girl, Deli.” He wraps his large arms around me, pulling me closer to him so that I’m sitting properly on him, and more heat floods my cheeks.

His arms are tight around my waist, and despite the closeness of our bodies, I feel safe with his body wrapping around mine. The warmth of his body mingles with mine, and I find myself relaxing in his embrace. Everything feels just perfect.

I remain in the same position for the next hour or so, listening to him and Mom bicker back and forth. They are always arguing, and it leaves me wondering why Dominic is still with my mom, knowing that she’s always instigating the arguments. It’s such a shame that he chose her, knowing that she clearly doesn't deserve him.

Could it be that he hasn't met someone better? Or does he just love her a little too much not to let go?

The more I think about all of this, the more I find myself drifting off to sleep, and it doesn't take so long for me to fall deep into sleep in Dominic’s lap with his arms still around me.

About 1 hour later, I’m roused from my sleep by the jerking of the car, my eyes groggy. I open my bleary eyes and realize that the car is parked in the middle of a rundown gas station, which looks like it’s been abandoned for years. Mom is outside, pumping gas into the car—leaving just me and Dominic in the car.

I’m still in Dominic’s lap, who is probably also resting. There’s a blanket over me, and I realize that Dominic must have used it to wrap my body while I was fast asleep. The thoughtfulness makes me smile.

My hands are wound around Dominic’s neck, and I decide to snuggle closer so I can go back to sleep when I feel something hard poking my thighs, and for a split second, I freeze.

I initially think it’s Dominic’s belt, but after a few moments, I realize that it’s his penis prodding me. At first, I refuse to believe this was true. After all, I have always been his baby girl. How could he have such lewd thoughts about me? I naturally should have been the last woman he coveted.

But as the sensation beneath me become increasingly clear, my thoughts change. All I can think about is his hard cock pressing achingly against my ass, which makes adrenaline rush through me.

Alright, I'm no longer sleepy.

Just then, Mom comes back and restarts the engine.

When she realizes I was awake, she turns her head to ask me, "Are you okay, Deli?" “

"I... uh... I'm fine, Mom."

“OK. We'll arrive in a few hours. Just keep going. “

I nod obediently, "OK." Mom gave me a strange look.

I know the reason. In the past, I would have seized the opportunity to complain to her. But now, when there is a penis sitting between my legs, especially when it belonged to my stepfather, I only felt excited, extremely excited. My sexual desire rise sharply and my body became hot. I can feel my breasts tightening into buds, and my toes are curled up. But I didn't show it.

Eventually, Mom said nothing. She just turned her head satisfiedly and continued driving.

I let out a sigh of relief with great care, then turn my head to look at Dominic. At that moment, he is lying with his eyes close, clearly still unconscious.

And then a thought slip into my mind. If that’s the case, why not allow myself to enjoy this moment a little longer? He won't know. When he wakes up, I'll still be his baby girl.

So I push my butt backwards, positioning my hips well so that my clit is just directly on his erection. I begin to move against his length lightly, feeling so good as the heat from his cock enthralls me. It makes me wonder what actual sex with Dominic will be like.

Just then, the vehicle gallops from the bump on the road, causing me to bounce in his lap, and for a split second, I feel the imprint of his cock pressing firmly against my already swollen clit. My body suddenly begins to ache for more.

I continue to grind myself against him, knowing that Mom is still very focused on driving. I don't even know what I'm thinking, but I love it. I don't want to stop. It’s so crazy that I’m doing this with my mom so close by. The car is quiet save for the whooshing in the air. I’m so absorbed with pleasuring myself that I don’t notice Dominic’s hands are caressing my thighs until my dress has ridden up.

A jolt of electricity shot through my entire body.

“Ah—” I let out a tiny, uncontrollable moan before I could stop myself.

Then Dominic’s deep voice rumbles right against my ear. “Shh…”