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Jul 17

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say yes to heaven

dilf!steve harrington x fem!oc

chapter eleven • masterlist

cw: 18+, minors dni, age gap, modern au, cheating, smut, kissing, p in v, daddy k*nk

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Chloe kisses Steve, practically straddling on his lap. He should be pushing her off but he isn’t. Physically feels like he can’t, and he knows that’s a real big fucking problem. But Steve hasn’t felt this wanted and adored in decades. He’s soaking it up.

“And you know, Steve,” Cindy continues from the kitchen. This is dangerous. She’s so close, she can’t see them but if she walks down the hallway, she’d catch them. “Judith has been a part of the HOA for twelve years. She has seniority, and she deserves that position.”

Steve pulls away from the kiss to answer lamely, “Yeah, that’s a long time.”

Chloe grabs his jaw and pulls him back into the kiss. And he really can’t stop, not even when she fully straddles him. Instead his hands move her ass, squeezing as he kisses back.

“It sure as hell is! The longest of anyone on there besides Richard, but that’s why he’s the acting president. I told Judith that at their next meeting she better demand that goddamn position,” Cindy continues ranting.

Steve doesn’t give a fuck about the HOA. He never has. In fact he regrets moving into this place because of them every day. But right now, he doesn’t really care about a thing but this gorgeous girl in his lap who feels the need to be attached at the mouth constantly.

Chloe was driving him insane. She was so attached to him since they kissed and he figured this would happen, which was partly why he was trying not to do that. She kept calling him her boyfriend and the thing that sucked, was Steve thought it was really cute. So he played along.

“Uh huh,” Steve pulls away, opens his mouth to speak but Chloe licks into it. He pushes her back, narrows his eyes at her but he’s smiling. Because he fucking liked it. Liked that she didn’t care, it seemed like she wanted to get caught. But he hopes it’s just a matter of her being unable to help herself.

“Answer her,” Chloe whispers.

Steve grabs her jaw, tilts it upright as he finally answers his wife, “She should, honey.”

He hated the president of their HOA but Cindy worshiped the fucker. He was retired, was a real estate mogul and was so bored that he needed to be in charge of the HOA. And he ran it with an iron fist. For a long time, Steve kept getting threatening letters about his lawn, his paint colors and where he’d park his cars. Until Cindy got close to Judith and in turn, close with Richard. He hadn’t got a letter since.

Chloe grinds down on him and his eyes widen. He has to start cooking dinner soon, he really cannot afford a boner. Cindy was busy in the kitchen, making some lemon bars for the meeting where Judith will demand a promotion. But she could really walk into the living room at any moment. He’s been trying to listen for footsteps but with all the kissing and grinding, his hearing is a little fuzzy. Because Steve is horny. Very much so.

He grabs her hips and stops her movements, but she’s kissing him again and he starts to melt.

What was worse, was that Jennifer was also in the kitchen, helping Cindy make those lemon bars. And she pitches in.

“I feel like Judith already has the power, why does she need the title?” he hears his daughter's voice as her best friend kisses him eagerly.

And this really should be so wrong, he should not be acting this way but god, Steve’s never felt more alive in his entire life. Chloe makes him feel like he’s in his twenties again. She makes him feel wanted and desired in a way he hasn’t felt in decades. And she’s fucking gorgeous.

He’d never admit this, but the first time Steve realized Chloe was attractive was when she was eighteen or nineteen and she came over for a pool party. He remembers distinctly that they shared an awkward moment, alone in the kitchen. Steve was preparing the meat to take out on the grill and Chloe came in to get a drink. She was soaking wet from the pool and Steve looked. And he shouldn’t have but he did. Instead of being a total creep, he just asked that she dry off before coming into the house.

And now, years later, he’s making out with her on his couch while his wife and daughter make desserts in the next room.

What the fuck is his life?

“Well, the title is important, honey,” Cindy defends her best friend. “Isn’t that right, Steve? People wouldn’t take you seriously without that Dealer Principal plaque on your office, would they?”

“Nope,” he replies quickly, holding Chloe’s jaw as he pulls her back, “Absolutely not.”

“You’re good at this,” Chloe teases in a whisper, nudging her nose against Steve’s.

Jennifer sighs, “Chloe! Do you think the title is important if you have the power?”

Steve watches as the blonde freezes. She’s clearly not as good at this as he is. He squeezes her hips, looks at her expectantly and she answers, a little sheepishly, “I mean don’t titles come with more money?”

“Yes!” Cindy cheers, “And this man is going to take the pay raise while poor Judith does all the work.”

Steve snorts at that. All Judith does is drive around and find things to complain about.

“Honey, grab the powdered sugar,” Cindy tells Jennifer and Steve knows they’re done.

He kisses Chloe one last time before pulling her off of his lap. He grabs a book off the coffee table, crosses his legs as he leafs through it. Chloe moves to the opposite side of the couch and grabs her phone, scrolling through it. And thank god they do, because Jennifer comes wandering in.

“I just think it’s kind of pointless. They’re a fucking HOA,” she shrugs, “It’s really not that serious.”

Steve chuckles, “They think they’re very serious, princess.”

“I don’t get it,” she says, plopping on the couch between him and Chloe.

“Neither do I,” Chloe shrugs, looking incredibly bored. And Steve’s eyes linger on her, though they shouldn’t. She’s just so effortlessly pretty.

He sighs, stands up and says, “It’s a bunch of retired assholes who love to complain. I’m shocked your mom isn’t on the board.”

Then he walks into the kitchen and sees his wife finishing up her lemon bars. Cindy is pretty, she always has been. Steve was enamored with her when Robin first introduced them. Things were good, until that mistake he made. Since then, Cindy never forgave him.

And here he is doing it again.

“Those look great, honey,” he tells her.

Cindy purses her lips, “Jennifer didn’t make them symmetrical.”

“I don’t think anyone will notice,” Steve offers. “It smells nice.”

“Oh, they’ll notice,” she says as she places them carefully in the pastry box she bought. Then she moves to fill her glass with wine. Afterwards, she moves to the backyard, where she’ll spend the rest of the night. Steve’s used to it. She can’t stand to be in the same room with him for very long.

When they went to the Ritz Carlton for their anniversary, she spent most of that time in the spa. They had dinner together, and they shared a bed. But that was about it. Steve spent the whole time thinking about Chloe, how if he brought her to a nice hotel, they wouldn’t leave the room.

And as if on cue, Chloe comes skipping into the kitchen.

“Do you want help cooking?” she asks.

Steve smiles, tucks her hair behind her ear and bends down to kiss her gently. It’s so nice having her here, really. He feels cared for.

Yeah, okay, so she’s immature. She lets emotion lead her decision. She kissed his best employee because she was mad at him. But she’s infatuated with Steve and that’s very intoxicating.

He pulls back and opens the fridge.

Jennifer wanders in, “What’s for dinner?”

Steve starts pulling out the ingredients, “Shrimp linguine.”

“Ooh, yes, that’s the best,” Jennifer praises.

“Mhm,” Steve mumbles, filling a pot with water so he can boil the pasta, “I’ve been craving it.”

“I don’t like shrimp,” Chloe admits.

Jennifer rolls her eyes, “You haven’t had my dad’s shrimp.”

Chloe snorts and Jennifer squeals, “Ew! Chloe!”

Steve turns to the girls, confusion written on his face until he realizes. And he says, “Oh, my god.”

“Ignore me. Please. How about some wine? You guys want some wine?” Chloe says, rushing to the wine fridge.

“You’re so embarrassing, oh, my god,” Jennifer complains.

“Wine sounds nice. Grab that Sauvignon Blanc, it’ll pair with the food,” he says, turning back to start chopping his vegetables.

Chloe opens the wine, pours three glasses and sets one down for Steve. He grabs it and gulps it down, though he shouldn’t. It burns his throat. But Jesus Christ. She really needs to be more careful. Even though he thinks it’s a bit funny. She’s had his uh… shrimp? And it’s not exactly shrimp sized. But god damn. She needs a firmer grip on these boundaries.

Jennifer seems disgusted by these remarks, but never surprised. So Steve’s wondering how long Chloe’s had a crush on him, and what the hell she’s been saying to his daughter about it. He thinks he’ll ask her next time he can.

And unfortunately, he’s been dying to be alone with her. It’s been only four days since Friday, when they made love. And they’ve definitely had their moments but they’re rushed and too few and far in between.

One thing is the tennis camp coming up. Jennifer and Cindy always go. That means Steve will have a whole weekend alone with Chloe. And he’s been thinking about it nonstop. Two more weeks.

“Any update on that Adam guy?” Jennifer asks Chloe and Steve turns to them.

“No,” Steve says sternly, points his finger at Chloe and she giggles.

“Why can’t Chloe go out with him?” Jennifer asks.

Steve turns to her, brows furrowed, “Jenny, you know Adam. Since you were a kid.”

“So? Chloe didn’t know him,” Jennifer argues.

Chloe tilts her head, “Yeah, Mr. Harrington, I didn’t know him.”

Steve narrows her eyes at her, “No. That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen. Date literally anyone else. No coworkers.”

And this game is fun, because Steve doesn’t think she’ll actually pursue more with Adam. Unless he upsets her in some way.

“I think I’m just gonna be celibate from now on,” Chloe replies.

Jennifer laughs, a little too hard. Steve just shrugs, continues cutting up the vegetables.

“Oh, yeah, right,” Jennifer chuckles.

Steve’s uncomfortable as all get up. So he changes the subject.

“Jennifer, you thinking about graduate school? Or a job? Anything?”

She groans, then sits up, “I’ve been thinking about a gap year. Backpacking in Europe.”

“Hell yeah,” Steve says, “I think that’s a good idea.”

Her face drops, “What?”

Steve does think it’s a good idea. He loves his daughter to death but she’s incredibly entitled. Partly his fault, mostly Cindy’s fault. She needs some experience like that, see the world and how people live.

“I always wanted to do that,” Steve says, “But ya know, my dad cut me off. I had to make money, I was still dead set on Nancy changing her mind so I didn’t. Then I met your mom and well, the rest is history.”

Chloe hums, “I think about it, too. It’d be fun, I think. Staying in hostels, partying all night.”

Steve snorts but says, “I say go for it, princess. You’ll learn a lot. Then you can come back, get a job or finish school. But you gotta do something.”

“Like being a secretary?”

Chloe gasps, “My job is very important!”

“It is. Couldn’t do my job without ya,” Steve comments and Chloe visibly melts.

“I feel like I’d be bored,” Jennifer says, “I don’t know what I want to do. There’s like, so much out there.”

“And you’ll figure it out, it took me a long time to settle into this,” Steve offers.

“What grade did you teach?” Chloe asks.

Steve snickers, “Uh, middle school. In the eighties and nineties. Fun time.”

Chloe admits, “I can’t imagine you being a teacher.”

“Well, it was just sex ed,” he replies, “I didn’t have a classroom or anything. My main job then was coaching.”

“And that I can see,” Chloe says.

“He volunteered to coach softball when I was doing it,” Jennifer says.

“Aw, how cute,” Chloe giggles.

Steve puts the pasta in the boiling water and starts to sear the shrimp.

The conversation continues, easy and comfortable until Steve’s finished cooking. Chloe sets the table and then Steve goes to tell Cindy it’s done.

They sit down and immediately, Chloe is dragging her foot against his shin. Chloe does this literally every night. He expects it at this point. He looks at her, she smiles and bites her lip. Gives him a look that if his wife cared to notice, would make this all so obvious. But she doesn’t notice. And she never will.

“Oh, this is so good,” Chloe practically moans.

“Try the shrimp,” Steve tells her, nodding at her.

Chloe does as he says, chews slowly and raises her brows, “Huh.”

“Right?” Jennifer interjects.

“It’s not bouncy,” Chloe reflects and Steve feels really proud of himself.

“That’s ‘cause I know what I’m doing,” Steve says.

Cindy butts in, “Only because you took a bunch of classes after we got married because I couldn’t stand your cooking.”

“Well,” Chloe drags her toes against her knee, “They paid off.”

Steve grabs hold of her ankle under the table, squeezes and says, “Thank you.”

After dinner, Cindy goes back outside and Jennifer goes to shower. Chloe follows him into the kitchen, presses him against the counter and kisses him filthy. Cradles his jaw, presses against him as she licks into his mouth.

“I need you,” she says when she pulls away, “So bad.”

“I know,” he breathes, “I want you, too. But we gotta be smart.”

“When they go to sleep… come to my room, please,” Chloe begs. “I need you, daddy.”

Steve picks her up, sets her on the counter as he kisses her hard. She kisses back, hands in his hair. And they continue making out like that. It’s wreckless, Steve knows but he really can’t help himself. He’s going on full instinct here. This girl drives him wild. Her legs wrap around his waist, pulls him in.

She mutters against his mouth, “I need my boyfriend to come and fuck me.”

“He will,” Steve promises, “But only if my girlfriend helps me with the dishes and watches a movie with me.”

Chloe pushes him back, jumps off the counter and gets busy doing the dishes. Steve holds her from behind, starts kissing her neck and she melts in his arms.

“Careful,” she warns, “I’m gonna need you to fuck me right here, right now if you tease too much.”

He steps back, “You know I want to.”

They work easily, getting the kitchen clean.

Then the pair of them get settled on the couch and get a movie started. That’s when Jennifer joins them on the couch. Steve feels like a horrible father, because the whole time he’s just waiting for Jennifer to go to bed.

Halfway through the movie, Cindy comes in. Deserts her glass of wine in the kitchen and then retreats into their bedroom. Steve knows she’s gonna pass out cold on their bed. Chloe gets up then, looks at Steve and Jennifer.

“You guys want some ice cream?”

“No, I’m probably going to head to bed soon. I’m sleepy,” Jennifer says.

Steve tells her, "Yeah, just a little bit.”

“Okay, be right back,” Chloe says.

She returns soon enough. Hands Steve his bowl and she sits next to him. Probably a little too close but he doesn’t say anything. They finish their treat and place their bowls on the coffee table.

Jennifer stands then, “I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Alright, goodnight, princess. See you in the morning,” Steve says to her.

Chloe calls a goodnight out as Jennifer retreats to her bedroom.

Once it’s safe, Chloe cuddles up to Steve. Rests her head on his chest. He wraps an arm around her, pulls her tighter. Steve used to pass out during movies, before he had Chloe clinging to him towards the end.

The credits roll. He puts his hand on her head, scratches her scalp.

“I’m gonna clean these up,” he says, sitting up and grabbing their bowls.

“I’ll be waiting,” she tells him before going into her room.

Steve carries the bowls to the kitchen. He hand washes them and leaves them to dry before checking if the front door is closed. Then he fills a glass of water and walks to Chloe’s bedroom, the bedroom that used to be his sons. And maybe that’s sick of him to think of right now. But he ignores it, opens the door and walks in. Closing the door behind him, he turns to see Chloe lounged on her bed. She wears only her bra and underwear as she scrolls through her phone. But her eyes dart up, meet Steve’s and she’s tossing her phone away. He stalks forward, crawls onto her bed, right between her legs and connects their lips.

The kiss is heady. Makes Steve feel alive, and all kinds of needy. Chloe’s hands move up into his hair as his cradle her jaw. The kiss is sweet, tastes like ice cream and impulsiveness. Tastes like hedonism, tastes like Steve giving in to great temptation. His hands move down, grazing his fingertips along the cleavage that spills out of her bra.

Chloe has a body that doesn’t quit. Steve’s nearly obsessed with it, but he’s more obsessed with the way Chloe makes him feel like he’s in his twenties again. He does have a fascination with her breasts. They’re perky, rather large and super sensitive. All of Chloe is sensitive. He feels like he doesn’t even have to do much to make her cum. It’s not a mystery. She’s easy, so easy.

She kisses him back with urgency, and he realizes this is not the time to take things slow. He does have to work in the morning, after all. So he moves his hand behind Chloe’s back and unclasps her bra in one swift movement. He pulls back from the kiss, tugging his shirt off and then works on his pants and briefs next.

He pulls down her underwear and moves her to the middle of the bed. He sits upright, grabs his hard cock and slaps it against Chloe’s drenched pussy. She’s always impressively wet for him. At all times, it seems like.

“Such a good girl for me,” he comments, smearing her wetness through her folds.

“You make me so wet, daddy,” she admits and it should not make Steve as excited as it does when she calls him that.

But his cock twitches from him and he slaps the head of it against her clit.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet for me,” he coos, “Can you do that, babygirl?”

Chloe gasps, “I’ll try… you make me feel so good, though…”

He growls before kissing her again, deepens it as he slides his cock lower and prods against her entrance. He knows his best bet is to kiss her while he penetrates her to keep her quiet. So he does just that, sinks into her tight, aching cunt while he kisses her intensely. Chloe whines against his lips, hands gripping onto his biceps as he sheathes his way inside.

This is so intoxicating, this chemistry between them. It’s making Steve act all out of sorts. And he never saw it coming, hit him like a fucking anvil im a old cartoon because fuck, he likes Chloe. He really likes her. Likes her enough to sacrifice his marriage if he isn’t more careful.

It’s not the best marriage to begin with but Steve can’t begin to imagine the legal hell Cindy would put him through. Especially if this secret came to light, he’d be done for. Taken for everything he’s worth.

That thought slips right through him as Chloe rolls her hips to meet Steve’s. Suddenly it doesn't matter when this gorgeous girl is milking his cock so easily.

Sure, he’d basically been beating off to fantasies of Chloe and shamefully, her photos on Facebook, since she started working for him. But those outfits… and Chloe was obvious. Steve knew she had a crush on him for years. He just hadn’t been in such close proximity. He didn’t have the temptation staring him down the face so clearly until she moved in.

He pulls back from the kiss to catch his breath, watches her closely so she doesn’t moan too loudly, but Chloe’s a good girl. Takes direction well. She bites her lip as she gazes up at him, taking his cock so well and so quietly.

Steve can’t help himself when he praises her, “Such a good girl… huh? You a good girl for daddy?”

She keens, eyes rolling back as her hips jerk toward.

“You like when I talk to you like that, huh?” Steve pushes, and he knows it’s dangerous, he just doesn’t really care right now.

Chloe nods, all wide eyed and pretty. He feels fucking crazy, if he’s honest. He hasn’t felt this horny in decades, he’s certain. He’s addicted to it, can’t stop himself.

“That’s ‘cause you’re such a good girl. You like being told that, yeah? You need it?”

“Yes,” she gasps, “Like how you make me feel like a good girl…”

Steve drops his head down to kiss her forehead, “You are.”

“Thank you, daddy,” she whimpers and Steve loses it.

He grips her hips, drills his cock hard and fast into her. Crashes his lips into hers once she starts getting loud. And she takes it like a champ, Steve’s noticed. He really shouldn’t think about Cindy, he usually doesn’t but she complains when they have sex. She always has. Always had him questioning if he was doing good and he’s never had that with another woman.

And Chloe seems to enjoy it, grabs onto his hair and pulls it while he pants into his mouth. Which only makes him fuck her harder, and she takes it. Grabs onto him like it’s the best fucking she’s ever had. And he hopes it is.

He licks against Chloe’s tongue as he pounds into her and he can literally feel her cunt gripping him, squeezing him and pulsating as she cums. It shakes her whole body, her kisses get lazy but he keeps kissing her to muffle her cries.

Steve’s not too far behind her, and the way her pussy clenched around him makes it happen that much quicker.

But he makes a big mistake. He pulls out, he cuddles her tightly and he fucking falls asleep. In her bed.

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