Djorking

Her bikini fits her well. Black with white splotches resembling flowers. She wears these black and white beads, one across her hips and a matching set around her neck. Her blonde hair is straight. Every time she looks at Steve, he averts his eyes.

He’s trying to cook dinner on the grill. It’s difficult to focus on anything. He worries Cindy notices the way he’s looking at Chloe. She doesn’t seem to, or if she does, she doesn’t care enough to say anything. Possibly for Jennifer’s sake. Which is all the reason why Steve shouldn’t be looking at Chloe like that. But he’s possibly too far gone at this point.

Eavesdropping is childish, but he’s doing it. And is it even eavesdropping if they’re five feet away from him?

“I need to like, cool it with my internet usage,” Jenny says.

Chloe props her head up, she’s laying on her stomach, apparently trying to tan. “I have never seen you on the internet.”

Steve blinks. Jennifer is attached to her phone. In a way that makes Steve think he failed her, but he also thinks her generation was doomed to be addicted to this shit.

“I use it all day?” Jennifer argues.

Chloe sits up, looks at Jennifer with a tilt of her head, “I’ve seen you use your laptop like twice.”

“Yeah but I still use the internet all the time,” Jenny says.

Steve walks over, looking at Chloe inquisitively.

“So yeah, that means you’re not on the internet like ever.”

“Chloe,” Steve interjects, “honey, what do you think the internet is?”

She looks at him, pouts her lips, “Like websites and stuff?”

Steve replies, “Uh-huh, so like, your phone?”

“Well, no,” Chloe replies, “Those are like… apps.”

He feels panic settle in his chest. She’s too young for him. She doesn’t realize her phone works because of the internet. She wasn’t around for the beginning of the internet.

Steve hums, he laughs softly and says, “Yeah, those apps are the internet.”

“Duh,” Jenny says, “Oh, my god. Chloe! Did you not know that?”

“What do you mean? The internet is like on a computer,” Chloe tries to defend herself.

“Holy shit,” Steve guffaws.

He glances to Cindy for backup but she’s not paying attention.

“What?” Chloe asks, totally oblivious.

Steve licks his lips, “Okay… you can access the apps on a computer. They are the internet.”

She contorts her face in confusion, “Yeah like google. But instagram is an app, not a website.”

“Oh, my god.”

Jennifer giggles, “Oh, no. You broke him.”

Yeah, she did. This might be the stupidest thing Steve’s ever heard and that’s saying a lot.

“Wait, I’m confused,” Chloe says, “Like it’s not the internet, you get on the internet with a computer.”

“Chloe, honey, the phone you have is connected to the internet. That’s how you can see everything,” Steve attempts.

She looks at him confused, “Wait. Like yeah, when I’m on safari.”

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose, “Any app.”

“But I can see it when I’m not on WiFi?” Chloe argues.

And Steve doesn’t know the details of that shit, but he knows enough to know that’s still the internet.

He laughs.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Chloe shrieks.

Jenny starts laughing too.

“No! Am I stupid?” Chloe asks, eyes wide.

“A little bit,” Jennifer says, giggling.

And Steve walks away, shaking his head.

It gets worse. This age gap. Because at dinner, they’re talking about call waiting. And Steve has to admit that he was around when that became a thing.

“Wait, they didn’t have the technology?” Chloe asks.

Jenny butts in, “They didn’t have like scanning technology in stores back then.”

Steve groans, “Alright, so I’m old.”

Chloe’s face gets all screwed up as she picks up a rib, “How did they like know what to charge you?”

“Everything had stickers, they had to manually enter it,” Jenny explains.

Steve feels old. He doesn’t like feeling old. Cindy picks up on it.

“Honey, tell them how the register was at Scoops. It was like a big calculator, huh?” Cindy teases.

“Okay, we didn’t have smart phones and shit,” Steve starts to explain.

“How did you socialize without a phone?” Chloe asks.

“We had phones!”

“Rotary! Like the ones you gotta dial all slow,” Jenny points out.

Okay, yes, Steve had a rotary phone in his house as a kid, but he has to point out, “We had keypads! Come on, now.”

Cindy chuckles, “Your first car had an 8-track in it.”

“What’s an 8-track?” Chloe asks and Steve hates this whole conversation.

“Oh! Didn’t your parents have a laser disc player?” Cindy interjects, “And that was fancy. Just because his parents were rich.”

Steve rolls his eyes, “You had one too. You’re the same age as me, Cindy. And your parents were just as wealthy.”

“What’s a laser disc?” Chloe asks.

“Media,” Steve explains, “We didn’t have streaming. So it was all physical.”

“Seems expensive,” Chloe hums.

Steve’s never felt so old. And so separate from Chloe. He thinks her mom never talked about her childhood. Unless her mom is a lot younger than he thought, which could be possible. He was kind of older when they had Jordan and Jenny.

“You never had like CD’s?” Steve prods.

She nods then, “Yeah. My mom had CD’s, but I don’t know what those other things are.”

Steve reaches for his glass of wine. He’s a fucking idiot. He’s in way over his head.

—

A little bit after midnight. He can’t sleep. Because he’s horny. Cindy is passed out, and he knows if he even attempted, she’d reject him. So he does what he’s been so used to doing for the past two years. Though the idea of sneaking into Chloe’s room crosses his mind, he decides a little midnight porn and jerk off session is probably a better idea.

So he gets up.

Steve walks into his office, catching a bikini-clad Chloe as he flicks the light on. She drops his wallet on his desk and he looks at her, blinking slowly as he waits for her to explain herself.

“I… wasn’t stealing money,” she explains.

“I’d sure hope not,” he says, “What are you doing?”

“I wanted to see your ID photo,” she says, but he isn’t totally convinced.

He replies, “I haven’t changed the photo in like sixteen years.”

“What are you doing up?” Chloe asks and Steve licks his lips. Should he admit this?

Hell, why not.

“I was gonna come watch some porn and jerk off,” he admits, as casually as he can.

The blonde grins. Steps away from his desk and gestures to it, “By all means, Mr. Harrington.”

Which, he figures she’d get jealous and question why he didn’t just come to her. He closes the door behind him, locks it. Walks to his desk, pulls his chair out and sits down. Chloe stands, watching him while she plays with her hair. Steve goes about his business like he would if she weren’t here. He logs into his computer, opens his browser and types in pornhub. He glances to his headphones, then to Chloe.

She nods. So he puts them on. The power he gives this girl is nuts.

He purses his lips as he peruses his home page. Chloe moves to stand behind him and he’s a bit nervous suddenly, critical of himself and his porn taste. So all he can think to type in is ‘cute blonde’ which could be a nod to her. But Steve’s always been partial to blondes. Hell, Cindy is blonde.

Steve starts scrolling, feels himself panic when he realizes his algorithm is selling him out. First page is full of rimming. So he clicks page two. Settles on a video titled ‘Cute Blonde takes huge cock’ and thinks it’s kosher enough. He watches as it starts. With the blonde on her knees, looking up at the camera. It’s POV style. There’s a cock in her face, she wraps her fingers around the base. Steve’s cock starts to take interest, but he likes to watch a bit before he touches himself. The girls cute, sure, but not as cute as Chloe. Feeling her presence behind him helps though.

However, she shocks him when she opens a drawer on his desk. It’s the one he keeps his fleshlight in, along with a bottle of lube. He turns to her then. She’s been snooping. She knew that was in there.

Chloe smiles at him all pretty, sits on his desk and grabs the toy. She looks at him expectantly and so Steve’s pulling his pajama pants and briefs down. His cock springs out. His eyes are on Chloe, but he hears the sounds of the women in the video sucking the guys cock. And he feels like a real fucking degenerate because he’s so fucking hard. She brings the silicone pussy to her mouth, licks along the slit and Steve’s cock twitches. He suddenly doesn’t care about earlier. That panic and guilt he felt is completely gone.

Knows it’s because he’s a sick disgusting pervert but he doesn’t care. Not when Chloe is licking out the pocket pussy he’s been fucking the past two years.

He looks at her with these wide eyes, likely full of awe. Her tongue is broad against the slit of the toy.

“Oh, fuck,” Steve moans at the sight.

Chloe giggles, brings her finger to her lips.

Oh, he’s being loud. The headphones make him loud. He flushes, tries to whisper, “Sorry.”

Her eyes widen, she pushes the headphones off his head, “You’re being so loud.”

“Sorry,” he actually whispers, grabbing them and promises, “I’ll be quiet.”

He puts them back over his ears, watching as Chloe returns to licking the slit of his toy. He thinks about how many times he’s fucked that thing, and how hot it is that she’s licking it. Slides her tongue inside it and he can’t help but grab his cock.

The audio in the headphones lets him know the scenes progressed, the woman is moaning now. Steve glances to the screen to see the girl is riding the gentleman now but his eyes immediately flick back towards Chloe. She’s much more exciting to watch.

He starts stroking himself as he watches her. She spits on the plastic pussy before she’s reaching it over and guiding it over Steve’s pulsing cock. He inhales sharply at the sensation, the toy is adequately lubed up with Chloe’s saliva. She glances towards the screen, so his eyes follow. It’s very pornographic, because well it’s porn, but he thinks Chloe was much hotter to watch. So he pulls the headphones off his head and exits out of the browser. Chloe giggles, continues jerking him off with the toy.

But she asks, “You like looking at me more?”

“Oh, yeah,” he confesses.

“You think I’d feel better than this thing?” she asks with a tilt of her head.

Steve nods, mouth agape. He knows she would. He’s barely even touched the toy since he and Chloe began this whole thing.

Then she kicks her lips and says, “I saw you looking at me. Today by the pool.”

He was. Legitimately felt like he couldn’t help himself. He really likes Chloe’s body. Thinks about it way too much. Knows he’s so perverted for it. Especially in the context. Even with the stupid shit she said, he couldn’t stop looking at her. Steve’s honestly shocked he didn’t pop a boner.

“You look so good,” he admits, “Wanted to fuck you so bad.”

“Naughty daddy,” she teases, stroking him with the toy faster.

He whines, hates the way that word affects him. It’s so wrong, but it really turns him on. He nods enthusiastically, “You do that to me.”

Chloe bites her lip, admits to him then, “I like that you have this toy. I found it a while ago. Wanted to see you use it.”

“You’re so much better,” he confesses abruptly. “You feel so much better.”

She giggles, “Daddy, you’re so sweet.”

“Do you have toys?” he asks, curiously.

“Hmm,” Chloe appears to think and then nods, “I’ll show you soon. If you wanna see them.”

“I do,” he admits. Imagines Chloe using an array of toys on herself.

Chloe giggles, pulls the toy off of him, “I have to admit something.”

He looks at her inquisitively, “What? Tell me.”

“I got on your computer.”

“When?”

“Before my date with Adam,” she says as she sinks the toy back down on his cock. His eyes roll back.

It takes a moment before he can ask, “What’d you see?”

Chloe pushes his chair back, sinks on her knees between his legs. Works the toy up and down before she answers, “Your browser history.”

“Fuck,” he groans, “I—“

He wants to explain himself, but she doesn’t let him.

“Put your feet up on the desk, daddy. Lemme give you what you want,” she instructs.

And, Steve truly, sincerely, honestly cannot say no to this girl. So he puts his feet up on the desk, sinks down on the chair a bit. Chloe licks his taint and Steve’s in awe. Mouth hung open, tongue against the corner of his lips. Never in his life has he had a woman do this. But you best believe he’s asked Cindy more than once.

Steve never thought he’d experience this.

But Chloe licks against his asshole. And all Steve’s dirtiest dreams come true. It’s better than he imagined. She pumps the plastic pussy over his cock slowly, dragging her tongue in circles against his rim.

Chloe is suddenly not the dumbest person he’s met. He’d agree to leaving his wife for her at this moment if she asked. But she’s busy. Lapping her tongue against his hole. He moans loudly, doesn’t mean to. It just feels that fucking good.

She pulls back, giggles and tells him, “You’re gonna get us caught.”

“Sorry— I… holy fuck, please don’t stop.”

“Be quiet,” she warns but she dips back down, licking against him again. Steve closes his eyes, sees fireworks behind his lids. He’s been dreaming of this for decades, it feels like. And he couldn’t even imagine it feeling this fucking spectacular.

“Oh, Chloe,” he groans, feels himself approaching an orgasm way too quickly. So he grabs the toy, pulls it off his cock and tosses it to the floor. Chloe’s hands grab the back of his thighs then.

She gets more enthusiastic, lapping at him repeatedly. So wet, so firm, so fucking wonderful. For a split second, he realizes Chloe has seen this in his browser history and he should be upset she violated his privacy like that. But it’s getting him exactly what he’s been wanting, so he thinks he can’t be that mad.

Chloe spreads his cheeks a bit as she licks at his hole, then she prods at it with her tongue. Steve gasps hard, can’t help but to grab her head and shove it against his ass. She takes it, licks against him with fervor.

“Fuck, babygirl, fuck, you’re fucking filthy,” he babbles out. “So nasty for daddy.”

Chloe wraps her fingers around his cock, works him over firmly and intently. The combination of her tongue against his asshole and her hand firm around his cock pushes Steve over the edge and he cums all over his shirt. He has to bite his lip hard to keep from crying out, but the noise he does make is fucking pathetic and whiny.

He feels bad for a beat, but Chloe pulls away and looks at him. Like she wants approval, wants to be told she did good.

His feet fall from the desk and he pants as he looks back at her. It’s the least he can do when he tells her, “I fucking love you.”

She beams and Steve wants to see that look on her face forever.

She remembers very distinctly one New Year, when she was nineteen, that Steve and Cindy had hired a crew to host karaoke. And when Steve had enough to drink, he became quite the mic hog. His voice is good, she remembered that. Remembered clinging onto a Smirnoff Ice purchased specifically for her and Jenny, watching in awe as Steve sang Missing You by John Waite. He sounded great. And she remembers feeling extremely affectionate towards him. 

He’s basically melted into the backseat of the Nissan Altima driven by an older gentleman named John. Chloe buckled Steve in, rolled his window down and was playing with his hair. 

“Fun night?” John asks. 

“Mhm,” Steve giggles, looking over at Chloe. “This is my girlfriend. Isn’t she pretty?”

John looks in the review mirror, “Very. How’d an old fart like you score such a pretty young thing?”

“She’s my daughter’s best friend,” Steve blabs, smiling ear to ear, “I hired her as my secretary and now she’s my girlfriend.”

John’s eyes widen and he cackles. 

Then Steve blurts out, “You remember taxi cab confessions?”

“No,” Chloe admits as John says he does. 

“You’re too young, that’s right,” Steve giggles. “Do you think I’m a dirty old man?”

“Of course not,” Chloe assures him. 

John snorts. 

Steve points to him as he looks at Chloe, “He laughed ‘cause I am. I’m a pervert.” 

Chloe giggles and shakes her head, "You're not a pervert. John, I made the move. I initiated all of this.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” John chuckles, “As long as you’re both happy.”

“I’ve never been happier,” Steve hiccups, tilting his head as he looks at Chloe. His cheek is bunched up against his shoulder and he looks so adorable. His hair is all messy, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes all glassy. Chloe wants him bad. 

“Same here,” Chloe tells him, caressing his pretty face. 

“I’m still a dirty old pervert,” Steve says matter of factly. 

John laughs and Chloe just shakes her head. Once John pulls up to the house, he whistles, “So this is how you got the hot young girl.”

Chloe rolls her eyes, “I’d like him if he was broke, I promise.”

Steve sits up, “Well good, ‘cause once my wife finds out, she’ll take aaaaaalllllll my money.”

John starts cackling hard, Chloe flushes bright red. Drunk Steve is a way too honest Steve. Which is good for her right now, but she has to remember it so he isn’t confessing everything to his fucking family. 

She helps him get out of the backseat, goes to say thank you to John. He smiles wide, “Best ride I’ve given. You two have a good night.”

Chloe helps Steve up to the front door, grabbing his keys and unlocking the door. She gets him to his bedroom, onto his bed. But he sits up. 

“I’m not sleepy,” he tells her. 

“Okay,” Chloe nods, “Let me get us some water. We can hang out and talk.”

“Can we kiss?” Steve asks as she gets to the door. 

Chloe turns and smiles at him, “We can kiss all you want, daddy.”

“That’s why I like you so much,” Steve hums, leaning forward as he gazes at her. “The way you look at me.”

Chloe flushes, feels tingles run throughout her whole body. She bites her lip and looks at him, thinks he looks so gorgeous and lovely and she feels so at home. So comfortable and warm. 

“I’ll be right back, daddy,” Chloe tells him, turning towards the living room so she can walk into the kitchen. 

When she comes back, Steve’s stripped down to his briefs. She sets the two glasses of water on his nightstand and tells him, “I’m gonna go change into my pajamas.”

Steve furrows his brows, “No, don’t go.”

“I’ll be right back,” she promises.

“No,” he whines, “take a shirt of mine.”

She can’t say no to that. She sits on the bed, starts undoing her heels. Steve watches, mouth ajar. He breathes heavily. Chloe looks at him curiously, “Do you like feet?”

“I like yours,” he admits. 

Chloe bites her lip, “Well you might need to rub them. They hurt.”

She stands up and peels her skintight dress off. He watches, looks utterly in awe. Which makes Chloe feel amazing. She walks towards his closet, grabs a t-shirt from the stack folded and pulls it on. Steve’s a good 7 inches taller than her. So it’s big on her. She wanders back into the bedroom and lounges on the bed.

“Did you have fun tonight, daddy?” 

“I like when you call me that. Which is probably bad,” he admits, grabbing her ankles and pulling her feet into his lap. 

“I like calling you that, so it’s not bad,” she reassures him. 

He begins rubbing her feet, “You know it’s bad that I like you. I shouldn’t.”

“But you do,” she says, eyes fluttering shut. “So it can’t be bad.”

“It is,” he says, “I’m married. I don’t know if you figured that out but I am.”

“I’m aware,” Chloe giggles, then she sits up, tugging her feet from his lap in the process. “But do you like being married?”

“No,” he confesses, “I did. But I made some bad decisions and now, she hates me. She won’t forgive me. But it’s too late, I begged her to stay and now I have to stay, too.”

Chloe grabs his hands, holds them as she asks, "What did you do?” 

Steve closes one eye, contorts his face all silly and swallows hard, “Bad stuff. I made a really horrible mistake. And now she hates me.”

“What was the mistake?” she prods, “Why does Cindy hate you?”

He licks his lips, takes a deep breath, “I… I was using, uh, cocaine… like a lot. Like bad, like all the time, every day. It was kind of the,” he hiccups, “the normal thing to do. All the guys at the dealership were doing it. I was a salesman before my dad gave me the place.”

“Okay,” Chloe nods, “So Cindy hates you because you used to do cocaine.”

“It’s worse. I did something else really bad,” he whispers, “I’m kinda doing it again. Now.”

“You cheated,” Chloe says. 

Steve nods, “I did. With the babysitter.” 

Oh. 

“Well,” Steve clears his throat, “The coke was like… it was before. I,” he hiccups again, “I did it when I was twenty seven. All the time. And then I stopped when she had Jordan. But… I started again.”

“You relapsed and then slept with the babysitter?” Chloe clarifies.

“Uh-huh,” he swallows, “She was.. she was nineteen. I was thirty eight.” 

So she’s not the first giant age gap. Alright. She feels a lot less special, suddenly. 

“Cindy went ballistic,” he mumbles, lays on his back and looks up at the ceiling. “She caught us in the laundry room. She chased Megan around the house with a fucking knife.”

Chloe scoots a little closer. It’s hard to think Steve’s the asshole, when she’s seen how Cindy treats him. And when she’s shoved herself in the same position that babysitter was in. She wonders if Cindy would chase her around with a knife. She doubts it. 

“I’m sorry,” Chloe says, because she doesn’t know what to say. 

He sighs, “We went through marriage counseling but… one thing she said stuck out to me.”

“What?” Chloe asks.

Steve licks his lips and recites, “‘I never wanted to be with you and then you went and did that to me.’” 

Chloe furrows her brows, “What? Why would she marry you if she never wanted to be with you?”

“I don’t know,” he breathes, “I think about it all the time. You know, my best friend introduced us. I thought we had fallen in love. I thought she loved me. I thought… I thought something totally different.”

“It doesn’t make sense,” Chloe says.

“I should probably call Robin. I haven’t talked to her in a while…” Steve says, “Maybe she’d tell me now.”

“Tell you what?”

“Why she thought Cindy and I were gonna work,” Steve explains. 

Chloe lays next to him, puts her hand on his hairy chest. “She never told you that?”

“She was always vague, just said, she thought we’d match or something,” Steve says, “Have you met Robin?” 

“Isn’t she your lesbian best friend?” Chloe asks.

“Mhm,” he giggles, “I met her at the ice cream shop. Well, we went to school together but I thought she was a total geek. Then I got to know her. Then I liked her. Then she told me she was gay.”

“I’m bisexual,” Chloe tells him.

“All you kids are,” he chuckles. 

Chloe rolls her eyes, “Oh my god.”

He grabs her and pulls her on top of him, “You’re a good kid, though.”

“I’m not a kid,” she says.

“You’re very right about that. I apologize,” he grabs her hips and squeezes, “I’m just teasing. Since I’m an old man and all.”

“You’re not old,” Chloe assures him, “You’re distinguished. And sexy.”

Steve laughs, looks at her, his eyes all soft. “Seriously, though… why the hell are you interested in me?” 

Chloe bites her lip, “It’s my turn to confess something.”

“Probably not as bad,” he purses his lips.

She blushes and admits, "I've had a crush on you since I met you, Mr. Harrington.”

“Oh, for fucks sake,” he tilts his head back and squeezes his eyes closed, lips tweaked up. 

“I have!” she insists, hands on his hairy chest. 

Steve hums as he looks back at her, “Well, the timing is right, now, I guess.”

“What do you mean?” 

“I wouldn’t have liked you back,” Steve says, “I mean, I didn’t even notice you in that way until you started working for me…”

Chloe giggles, “I had many fantasies.”

“Oh, shut up,” he groans, “It’s bad enough right now. This is very scandalous, ya know.”

Chloe leans down and kisses against his jaw, “Isn’t that what’s so sexy about it?”

“Mhm,” he hums, grabbing a handful of her ass. She grinds down against him, connecting their lips. He moans into it, pushing her down against him. Chloe deepens the kiss, cradles his jaw in her hand.

She pulls back and looks at him, “I’ve always found you so sexy, Mr. Harrington. I always wanted you to notice me.”

“Fuck,” he closes his eyes, brows furrowed in the neediest way. “I’m gonna be honest with you, there’s no way I’m getting hard tonight.”

Chloe pouts, grinds down against him, “Why not?”

Steve opens his eyes and smiles, “‘Cause I’m an old man. And I’ve had a lot to drink.”

She giggles, rolls off of him and cuddles up to him, “Let’s put on a movie.”

They do, and Steve’s out like a light five minutes in.

—

When Chloe wakes up, it’s because she feels Steve’s hand on her hip and his erection pressed against her ass. His lips are on her ear, and he’s whining. 

Her whole body suddenly buzzes with arousal. She inhales sharply, grinds her ass back against him and moans at the sound of his deep but breathy laughter against her ear. 

“Good morning,” he purrs, “you’ve been teasing me. Glad you’re finally awake.”

“H-huh?” Chloe gasps. 

“Yeah, you’ve been grinding up against me for like thirty fucking minutes,” Steve growls, “Been trying to wake you up.”

Chloe giggles, “I had no idea…”

Steve bites her earlobe and tugs, then he purrs, “What were you dreaming about?”

She has no idea, but she lies for the sake of this, “A really sexy older man, fucking me so deep…”

“Fuck,” he gasps, squeezes her hip and pulls her against him as he thrusts forward. “Such a dirty little girl.”

Chloe pulls her shirt up, exposing her breasts so she can toy with her nipples. Once she does that, Steve sinks his hand into the front of her panties. His fingers dance against her pussy lips, spreading them as his middle finger finds her clit immediately. It’s quite impressive. She moans, but his fingers lower and he laughs once he feels how soaking wet she is. 

“Must’ve been a nice dream,” he quips, circling his finger around her entrance, gathering the wetness before spreading it up through her folds. Gets his finger on her clit and tells her, “Describe it to me.”

Now, Chloe doesn’t know what she was dreaming about but she’s going to totally make it up. She leans her head back, gasps softly before she starts, “You were teasing me… kissing all over my body, everywhere except where I wanted it most…”

“Like this?” Steve asks, before kissing down the side of her neck, pushes her on her back and gets himself between her legs. He kisses at her cleavage, licks along the curve and then gives a kiss to her perked nipple. Then he keeps kissing lower, along her stomach and her hips. Drags his tongue along her hipbone, which sends shocks down her spine. She pants out a moan, chest heaving as his tongue lowers. Right above the elastic of her panties, then he starts pulling them down. He ignores her pussy, spreads her legs and starts planting kisses between her pussy and thigh. 

“Fuck,” Chloe exhales shakily. 

He licks, sucks and kisses. Moves to the other side. Repeats. Chloe’s back arches, she looks down at him between her legs and his eyes meet hers. His brows are so strong, they’re furrowed in a way that reads as passion to Chloe. And now she knows she’s not the first young girl he’s been with, but she still feels special. Because she wants to. 

“Like this?” he repeats, looking at her for approval.

“Uh-huh… just like that,” she pants out. “But then you… but then you gave me what I wanted.”

“Oh, I did?” Steve asks with a brow raised, “Feel like I probably teased you some more.”

“No…” she whines, “You’re so nice in my dreams, you always give me what I want.”

Steve licks against her pussy then, broad and firm. Then he pulls up, “You dream about me a lot?” 

“Yeah,” she confesses, “Ever since I met you.”

“Chloe,” he scolds, like he doesn’t like the reminder she’s liked him that long but then he asks, “Am I better in real life?”

She erupts in giggles, because he’s so much older and yet he’s asking for approval. 

His face contorts suspiciously, “That’s not promising.”

Chloe runs her fingers through his hair, “Even better than I could’ve imagined, daddy.”

He looks up at her, kind of melts, he smiles and puts his hand on her hip. She pulls him up, needs to kiss him. He kisses her back, but asks against her lips, “Promise?”

“Best I’ve ever had,” she promises, tugs on his hair and licks into his mouth. 

He moves his hands to cup her breasts as he makes out with her and Chloe’s head is spinning. Steve’s the most mature guy she’s been with, but he doesn’t seem like he’s so much older. He wants her like he’s young, kisses her like he is. She was sure there had to be an age cap to making out but Steve’s proving her wrong. Cus he kisses her like they’re horny teenagers. Yet, he’s old enough to be her dad. 

His thumbs graze her nipples in circles, and Steve doesn’t pinch her like men usually do. She appreciates it because she’s never liked that. 

It should be gross to kiss in the morning, before they’ve brushed their teeth but Chloe doesn’t mind. She’s more self conscious about herself but Steve doesn’t taste gross at all. She actually loves the way his mouth and tongue taste. 

He starts pushing his briefs down, and then starts pulling Chloe’s underwear down. They struggle together to get them all the way off, then Chloe spreads her legs as Steve lines his cock up with her entrance. She gasps as he slides in, still not used to the stretch. But she’s getting better. Steve grabs her thigh, squeezing her flesh as he groans lowly. 

Her eyes slowly roll back before closing as her back arches towards him.

She hears him laugh softly and he asks, “S’that good, babygirl?”

Chloe gasps and nods slowly, “Yeah…”

His fingertips skate down her sides and he moans softly before he tells her, “You’re so pretty. I love your body.”

She had her suspicions but it’s nice to hear. Chloe smiles wide, moans breathily in reply, “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome,” he laughs softly.

Steve’s hands continue to move up and down her body, until they settle on her jaw and he leans down to connect their lips again. His hips roll into her repeatedly, deep and slow. The drag against her walls makes her feel on a whole other planet. It’s intoxicating, better than alcohol, better than drugs. Chloe feels addicted to Steve, though obsessed might be a better adjective. 

And she was honest, she’s been fantasizing about Steve from the moment she met him but the real thing is even better than she could’ve imagined. She wants it all the time, forever. 

Their kiss deepens as his thrusts get a little harder, a little deeper. He fills her so wonderfully. He pulls away from the kiss, sits upright as he starts pounding into her faster. The sound of their skin meeting fills her ears, Chloe opens her eyes and looks up at the Adonis before her. His usually kempt hair is loose, dropping against his forehead. His brows are furrowed as his eyes train on where he and Chloe connect. Her eyes lower, down his strong nose and she realizes how much she likes his nose. Then she looks at his lips, parted slightly as his tongue licks against the corner of them. So pink and plump. She gets the smallest glimpse of his pretty teeth. She likes his jaw, prominent with stubble scattered across it. The moles that speckle his cheek and down his neck. And then lower, to his chest. Hairy. The hairiest chest she’s seen on a partner. And she fucking loves it. Likes the trail of hair running all the way down to his cock. She watches as his cock sinks in and out of her, eyebrows raising and mouth falling open from the sight.

It spills out of her then, “Daddy… oh, fuck yes, daddy!” 

Her eyes jump back up towards his face, seeing the smile spreading on his lips and he says, “Take me so well, babygirl. Such a good girl for me.”

Chloe whines, body moving with the force of Steve’s thrusts. And Steve keeps talking.

“So tight for me, fuckin’ milking my cock, huh, babygirl?” 

She nods, “Feels so good…”

His hand moves up from her hip, to her throat. He holds it perfectly, just the right amount of pressure as his eyes meet hers. 

“You’d let me do whatever I want to you, right, babygirl?” he asks, tilting his head slightly.

Chloe nods, wide eyed at this perfect man. She’s soaking around him, his words amplify her arousal by millions. 

“Open that pretty mouth for daddy,” he instructs and Chloe feels her body erupt in chills. She squeezes around his cock and obeys. 

Blinking up at him, she parts her lips and sticks her tongue out. Anticipating what he’s going to do. 

Steve spits in her mouth and looks down at her, looking rather feral. She lets it sit in there for a bit, swirls it around and savors it for just a second. Then she swallows and opens her mouth again, to show him.

He whines out then, “Fu-u-uck….” 

His hips jerk forward, filling her to the hilt and he squeezes her throat just a bit. Chloe’s eyes cross before rolling back. Steve fucks into her hard and relentless. Moans flow out of her with every thrust, high pitched and loud. He lets go of her throat, just to grab hold of her hips as he pounds into her. 

She feels that familiar feeling building in the pit of her stomach, warmth spreading all over her whole body as Steve repeatedly slams into her g-spot at the perfect rhythm. It’s like he knows her body better than she does. Knows exactly what button to push and when. 

And clearly he does, clearly he recognizes the look on her face because he asks, “Are you gonna cum for daddy? I want you to cum for me, babygirl. That’s right, cum all over my cock.”

“Daddy,” she pathetically cries out. She can barely form thoughts let alone words. 

“Mhm,” he goads, “Cum for daddy.”

Steve’s words push her over the edge, her hands finding the sheets for some kind of leverage as her orgasm crashes over her. It’s rough, forceful and brutal but in the most beautiful way. She’s sure she’s never came this hard in her whole life. It hits like a ton of bricks and doesn’t slow down. Neither does Steve, he does exactly what she needs and it’s dragged out for what feels like hours. Chloe cries, back arching, legs shaking, head thrown back against the pillows as it rips through her. 

She’s still feeling it in waves as Steve’s thrusts slow, it’s the longest she’s experienced. She keeps crying out and shaking from it. He leans down and kisses against her jaw, up to her ear, “That’s it, babygirl. That’s it…” 

Steve waits until she’s come down mostly, before he picks up his thrusts again. And she’s sensitive, but she wants him to cum. She weakly rolls her hips up to meet his, whimpering out a repetitive chant, “Daddy… daddy… daddy…”

And then Steve pulls back, “Let daddy cum in that pretty mouth of yours.”

She’d never say no to that, she smiles big as she nods at him. Steve’s pulling out of her, and Chloe moves to sit up. He leans back, stroking himself until Chloe wraps her lips around his cock. She blinks up at him and sucks, feeling as his climax hits him. She swallows it down easily, even after a night of drinking, it still tastes so sweet and lovely. 

Steve collapses on the bed next to her, pulls her to him and squeezes her tight as he catches his breath. That’s another thing she likes about him. He doesn’t act like she doesn’t exist the moments following his orgasm. Quite the opposite, he seems to need closeness. He clings to her, panting hard. She rubs his hairy chest, kissing against his jaw and she lets him hold her. 

—

Chloe sits on the counter, it’s much later in the day. They finally decided to get out of bed, and now they’re in the kitchen. Steve is cooking. He’s making pasta, specifically because Chloe said she was craving it. 

“You’re like, the best boyfriend,” she tells him.

“Like, huh?” he teases, looking at her as he smiles. Steve gets these crinkles next to his eye whenever he smiles, Chloe’s genuinely obsessed with it. She’s honestly stunned he’s stayed in Hawkins, selling cars. When he could’ve moved to New York and been a model. He’s that pretty. People say that about her too, yet here she is. 

“Okay, fine, you are the best boyfriend, ever,” Chloe corrects herself and grins at him. 

Steve purses his lips as he nods, as if to say yeah, that’s better. 

“Am I like, the best girlfriend?” Chloe teases. 

He snorts, cutting up basil and she watches the way his big hands look while he does it. She wants to have sex again, she initiated earlier in bed but Steve laughed at her and she would’ve felt bad but he told her he’s an old man and he needs more time before he can go again. She wonders if it’s been long enough now. 

“You’re a very good girlfriend,” he says, “but you know, that’s a complicated question.”

“Better than Megan?” 

Steve turns to her, “How do you know about her?”

Chloe blinks. Oh. He doesn’t remember telling her about it. 

“Daddy, you told me last night,” she says, tilting her head. “I guess you were really drunk. Sorry, I thought you remembered.”

“Oh, fuck,” he sets the knife down. Pinches the bridge of his nose, “You cannot tell Jennifer.”

Chloe snorts, “There’s a lot I can’t tell her.”

Steve looks at her. All serious. Points his finger at her, “I mean it. She can’t ever know that. She loved Megan. Asked about her for years after. She’d hate me so much if she knew.”

“More than if she knew you were fucking me?” Chloe challenges. 

He scoffs then, licks his teeth and admits, “This is a fucking horrible idea. There’s no way out of this.”

Chloe pouts, “I wasn’t trying to… ruin the mood… I think she’d be mad at first but she’d come around to it.”

“Chloe, I’m married. Even if I decided to leave my wife for you, she’d take everything I have. I can’t imagine a judge taking my side if I left my wife for my daughter's best friend. Like… there’s just…” Steve sighs. “I’ve made a horrible fucking mistake. Again. Holy shit.”

She jumps off the counter, walks up to Steve and blinks up at him, “You think I’m a mistake?”

“God, no! That’s not what I meant,” he replies quickly, looking at her in a panic. “Not you. I just… yeah, this is gonna ruin my life but…”

“I’m worth it?” she tilts her head. 

Steve licks his lips, he looks down at her. “I can’t stop myself.” 

She grins at that, flutters her eyelashes at him. It’s nice to hear that, it makes her feel powerful. He looks at her, pensively. She can’t read it. But his eyes are pretty. And that’s kind of all she can care about. But Chloe can’t grasp the concept of this ruining his life. How could it? She’d be with him if he had nothing. She doesn’t care. 

He turns away then starts plating their dinner. She bounces on her feet, feels awkward. So she asks, “Is there a good wine pairing for this?”

Steve sighs, doesn’t answer immediately but says after a while, “Pinot Noir. There’s a bottle in the fridge.”

She goes to retrieve it, scoots past him to grab two wine glasses. Chloe fills them and brings them to the table, sits at her spot and waits for Steve to bring the plates. He does. Sits across from her. He looks at her, still with that pensive look. 

Then he asks, “You get by with your looks a lot huh?”

Chloe tilts her head, “What do you mean?” 

“You get what you want because you’re so pretty,” he explains. 

She shrugs, “I don’t know. I guess? You mean like, people buy stuff for me because of how I look?”

He nods slowly, “Something like that.” 

Chloe doesn’t understand what he’s getting at. But she lets it go. They eat in silence for a bit. Before she tells him, “This is so good. Thank you for cooking. I did mean it, you’re the best boyfriend I’ve had.”

Steve exhales through his nose, “You’ve had bad boyfriends.”

“Mostly,” she tells him. “None of them could cook. Or clean. Or keep a job.”

“Tell me about your first boyfriend,” Steve says before sipping from his wine glass.

Chloe giggles, “Riley. Third grade.”

“No, like a real boyfriend,” Steve says. “My first real girlfriend was Nancy Wheeler. When I was in my junior year.”

“You didn’t have a girlfriend before you were sixteen?” Chloe tilts her head.

“Dozens. But Nancy was serious. I hadn’t liked someone the way I liked her. I mean a boyfriend like that,” he explains. 

Chloe smiles, she’s met Nancy. She sometimes comes to parties. She’s a fancy journalist. Chloe didn’t know they dated. But it explains why Cindy hates Nancy. Calls her pretentious. 

“Daniel. I was a freshman, he was a senior,” Chloe starts to explain.

“A trend,” Steve chuckles. 

“He was my first real boyfriend I guess. He took my virginity,” Chloe says and Steve makes a displeased face but she knows it’s not out of jealousy. “We only lasted six months.” 

He nods slowly, “Who was the most special?”

“You.”

He blushes as he smiles and Chloe melts. 

“Before me,” he says.

Chloe groans, “I guess Brody. He was the only one I lived with. But I felt like I was his mom. I had to wake him up for work and do his laundry.”

“Is that the kind of stuff your mom did?” Steve asks.

It isn’t. So Chloe shakes her head, “Mom wasn’t around much. Her boyfriends were more important.”

Then he asks, “Do you have any siblings?”

“Nope,” she says, popping the p. “Only child.”

Steve smiles small, “Me, too.”

“Did your mom do your laundry and wake you up for school?” Chloe asks.

He shakes his head, twirls pasta on his fork and takes a bite. He chews and swallows before he answers, “My parents weren’t around too much. Busy with work and stuff.” 

Oh. She feels like he gets it then. Chloe had felt like her own parent until she met Jennifer and started spending so much time at the Harrington’s. She remembers thinking that Steve was a good dad. Involved in Jennifer’s life. A cool parent but a parent. She remembers having to get back before curfew. She remembers her senior year, when Steve and Cindy paid for Chloe to get back to school clothes.

So she brings it up.

“Do you remember when you paid for my school stuff?”

He looks up at her, “What?”

“Yeah, my senior year. You paid for me to get new clothes and supplies,” she says, “It was like so shit, my mom started dating this like, guy who sold yachts and he took her on this like long ass trip. So I stayed here and when Jenny was getting her supplies for school, you told her I could get mine too.”

Steve licks his lips, sets his fork down and takes a big gulp of his wine. Then he says, “I don’t remember that.”

She nods slowly, “Well… you did. And I really appreciated it.”

It’s awkward for a beat. Then as if Steve wants to change the subject he asks, “Has Adam asked you out again?”

Chloe laughs, “Yeah. I told him I can’t because it’s a huge HR violation and I want to keep my job.”

Steve shakes his head, laughing, “That’s a good girl.”

“I told you I wanna be your secretary forever and I meant it,” Chloe says as she finishes her dinner. 

They do the dishes together. Once they finish, he lifts her up and sets her on the counter, caresses her face before leaning in to kiss her. They have one more night together before Cindy and Jenny come home. She knows that’s what he’s thinking about when he grabs her waist as he deepens the kiss. 

Deep down, she’s scared of losing him. Though she knows he isn’t hers fully. But they have this, the physical thing. And she’s going to hold onto it. 

Chloe wraps her legs around his waist, arms around his neck as she kisses him back deeply. It feels so good and comfortable, despite the contention. And Chloe thinks back to when he admitted he can’t stop himself, repeats it in her head as Steve tugs his shirt over her head and pulls down her underwear. 

She pulls his shirt off of him, then works to shove his pajama bottoms and briefs down. They work together, Chloe leaning backwards with her feet on the counter. He slips his cock inside her for the second time today, sucking on her top lip as he sinks in. She moans, holding onto his shoulders while he sheathes deep inside her. 

He pulls back from the kiss just to tell her, “So fucking tight… feels so good.”

Chloe giggles, holds his jaw while he rolls his hips. The giggle is interrupted by a moan as he prods against her g-spot. It’s almost like he was made for her, the way they fit like this. The way it’s perfect.

He caresses her face again, making eye contact as he thrusts slowly. In and out. They gasp and moan together. She wants to tell him she loves him, but she won’t. Because she isn’t sure she knows what that means but she knows it will scare him away. All she can do is tell him with her eyes. Hope he gets it.

And maybe he does, because he says, “So good for me, babygirl.”

She loves the pet name, melts whenever he says it. Chloe doesn’t feel a whole lot of guilt, small tinges of it here and there but she knows Steve feels it way worse. Until they’re like this, then it seems to dissipate. 

His hands move down her body, dance against the inside of her thighs and she leans back more. The push and pull is delicious. Steve’s so sexy, sensual in a way Chloe’s never seen. It’s like he’s aware that his simple touch excites her belief. It makes her feel like she’s older. 

“Daddy,” she whimpers, eyes fluttering shut as Steve’s thrusts gain speed. 

Then his hand moves up, he presses his thumb to her clit. Moves it in slow circles as he pumps in and out of her. The combination of stimulation makes Chloe’s eyes cross before fluttering shut. 

She hears the excitement in Steve’s voice as he asks, “You like that?”

All she can do is nod. 

It’s bliss, takes over her body. He leans down, kisses her forehead and works his thumb faster, firmer as he thrusts a little harder. He keeps working, until she’s a whining, whimpering mess for him.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy.”

His voice sounds in awe as he replies, “So good for me. So easy for me…”

She really is, Chloe’s orgasm finds her easily. Faster than anyone’s been able to do. Washes over her like a big wave of warm, salty water as she cries out. Steve pulls her hips down the counter an inch, burying himself deep inside her as he presses his mouth against her ear.

“That’s a good girl, that’s a good girl,” he babbles out, “Just like that.”

His hips still, then jerk forward in a stuttered motion and she feels as he fills her up. She wraps her arms around him tightly, the pair of them moaning in unison as their climaxes crash through them.