The Ex's Daddy

Episode 19

Harper

He smells so good as I hold his head against mine with my arms tightly wound around his neck. The feel of his bristles on my skin excites me, they’re soft and not at all scratch like I imagined them to be. And his mouth is divine, tasting of coffee. The way he smells of citrus and something muskier is intoxicating to my senses, sending a memo straight to my core.

A direct hit, it makes me ache like something I have never experienced before. This is Levy, a man, pure one hundred percent masculine. So different from Dylan and the other boys I have kissed growing up. Levy is pure bred MAN.

His tongue slides easily into my mouth, let’s face it I am not putting up any resistance. I have been dying to kiss this man for months and months. I can’t even pinpoint when I started to notice him differently other than Dylan’s father. Something just changed in the way I’d look at him, the way my body would crave for him to touch me.

The fantasies at night imagining his large hands covering my body, taking in my breasts, his fingers squeezing my n*****s. Those same n*****s that are rock hard under my flimsy bra. I push closer into him, so my chest is right up against his firmness. And boy is his chest hard.

Levy tightens the grip on the back of my head, the pressure excites my entire body as shockwaves pass through me, electricity is in my veins, the pressure is in my ears. I groan as our tongues entwine; I push harder against his lips so needy for this man in front of me.

He pulls back abruptly as if he has been scorched, leaving me breathless. His hand remains on the back of my head, as he lowers his forehead to mine. “We can’t Harper, you know we can’t. f**k,” he hisses then releases his hand away and drops his arm to his side and clenches his fist.

“Why not, Levy? We’re both adults. We can do what the hell we want.”

“Because I am old enough to be your damn father, that’s why and you are my son’s ex-girlfriend. What do you think that’d do to him?” Well right now my body is on high alert, it wants, no scratch that. My body is craving him so badly that I want to feel his pulsating c**k between my legs, I want him to fill me up and I am betting my last dollar, that Levy’s c**k is wide and long. I’m pretty sure this man with all his experience would show a girl a good time. I bet he’s not selfish in bed. Images of him prizing my legs apart and gliding his tongue along my wet slit, make me want to moan. Instead, I bite my lower lip.

My chest moves up and down from the passion I felt from that one kiss, it literally had me almost buckling at the knees. “I think Dylan could handle it, Levy. He’d get over it, jeez he has Lacey now. I am sure he’d want his father to be happy over anything else.”

Levy rakes those long fingers of his through his hair. Damn it’s so sexy, just that one simple action. “Not the point, I don’t think I can hurt him like that Harper. It’s not right. We need to maintain a distance from each other. Hell, you’re only young still you could have your pick of men. A nice college kid who is going places.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, I don’t want a college kid. And what the hell is going places supposed to mean? You’ve already gone places; you own a successful brand and chain of motorcycle shops. Jeez, Levy you’re a big name in the market.”

“Is that why you want to have me?” He asks his eyes boring into mine. I take a step back; this situation has gotten all of a sudden so intense. What is he even insinuating?

“Are you saying I’m a money grabber, a gold digger?”

“Wait, what? What are you talking about Harper? Of course not, I never said that. I just think you should be with someone your own age; we have eighteen years between us, that is a lot of age.”

“Well, we could just you know enjoy ourselves, Levy. f**k knows I could do with some fun and someone to hold me.”

“I can’t be that man, Harper. As much as I want to be, I just don’t think it can be me. I know you’re lacking a father figure and all of that, but I can’t be that person. It is too weird for me.”

Father figure? Is he f*****g me right now? That is the last thing I need right now. I have never needed a father figure and why would I even think that of Levy. “I can take care of myself thanks, Levy.” I place my hands in front of my chest. He glances down, I realize that I’ve managed to push my t**s up. Quickly as if he has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he averts his gaze to his boots.

“I’ve had to take care of Taylor and I since I was a kid, you know that. So don’t even give me the father figure bullshit. What I need is a man who wants to be with me. And so what about the age gap, it’s just a number. It only clarifies how much time we haven’t been able to spend toget….” I don’t get to finish the sentence.

Before I know it, he has me in his arms, his mouth pressed down on mine and his body so close against me there is no gap for anything to pass through. He kisses me with such a need, longing and desperation that I moan into his mouth. The way he presses me up against the truck, I can feel his solid c**k through his jeans pressing up against my stomach.

Instinctively, I raise a leg, he takes a hand and hooks it around his waist. I bring the other one up, Levy grabs my ass and holds me in position pinned to his truck, I grind on his hard as rock stomach, needing to explode, needing to have this release. My c**t is desperate, as I grind and push harder against him. He holds my head to his mouth, his tongue exploring, his mouth sucking on my lips. And f**k, I feel like I have died and gone to heaven. Stars are shooting in front of my eyes, yeah who knew that would be a thing. But trust me, right now the way he is kissing me and letting me grind like a b***h on him is a whole new level.

Levy withdraws his tongue and kisses my cheek, then the other one, he lowers his head and nuzzles his mouth against my neck as I moan holding onto him. I move my hips to better have the friction I want. He lowers my legs from around his waist. “f**k, Harper you taste so good. I want to taste your cunt juices on my lips, I want to suck on your delightful, sweet p***y all night long.” His voice is low and husky and makes me shiver with anticipation of his expert tongue teasing me between my legs.

“Hey, you guys back already?” f**k, he pulls away quicker than wildfire raging in a forest. I flick my hair over my shoulders and try my darndest to get my breathing under control. Thank God, it’s dark and the street lighting is behind us so Taylor can’t see how flushed my face is right now. Talk about getting caught red-handed.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” I call out to her as she stands at the door in her cute penguin pajamas.

“I couldn’t sleep.” She calls back, Levy presses the base of my back to urge me forward to move to the other side of the truck that faces the door where my sister stands. I think I am having heart palpitations. Fuuuuck.

“I’ll catch up with you tomorrow, go be with your sister,” he says and oh God, I feel the emptiness engulf me as his hand leaves me and he hops back in his truck to reverse it over to his drive. I want to get in the truck with him, I want to sit on his lap and feel his c**k nudging my flimsy panties, his arms around me, his lips on mine.

“Are you coming in or what?” Taylor shouts out.

“I’m coming already.” I walk towards the house and go give her a hug. “Momma woke up.”

“What, seriously? Is she okay, why didn’t you call or message me?” I close the door behind us as she goes inside.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Harper,” she has a warning tone in her voice, for a kid younger than me, she sure is grown up and serious. It saddens me that my kid sister has had to grow up so quick. She should be singing into her hairbrush, dating, f**k arsing around with her friends, not worrying about our momma in a hospital bed, fighting for her life.

“It was best to come home, Levy convinced me I needed some sleep and that I should be here with you. In any case they wouldn’t let me in anymore to see her, they said she needed rest and sleep.” I throw my bag over one of the diner chairs that sits in the middle of the space. It’s a kind of open plan set up with the lounge, an easy chair and a teLevysion to the right and the dining table and chairs to the left. In front is the archway to the small kitchen area.

One day, I am going to earn enough money to get my kid sister and my momma out of this pit of a house. It’s clean though, there is that. I clean weekly and Taylor helps me. I guess it is our way of trying to make it all bearable.

“Yeah, what was going on out there between you and Levy? Where you two making out on his truck?”

“Shut up, no f*****g way. He’s Dylan’s dad. You’re imagining s**t now.”

“Yeah, maybe.” It would have been difficult for her to see anything to be honest, thankfully we were on the other side of the truck. It must have been his headlights that gave it away we were back.

But now I’m sweating it, what if Dylan saw us?