MDNI, NSFW, AFAB reader, Dilf! Steve x babysitter reader, age gap (reader is in her early 20's and Steve is in his early 40's), P in V sex
Needed a break from writing my next Dilf! Steve drabble to write this mini Dilf! Steve drabble instead.
When the kids asked if they could spend the afternoon swimming in their pool the next time you babysat you made sure to come prepared. A bikini, you decided, would be too suspect so you used some of your earnings to buy yourself a new one piece, cherry red and bound to draw their father's attention. You stretch out on a sun lounger as the kids splash around noisily, completely oblivious to anything happening outside the pool. Peeking up from the magazine you're pretending to be invested in, your eyes linger on the balcony overlooking the pool, waiting for Steve to make an appearance now that he's back home from work. When he shows up you see he's ditched the tie and jacket, still dressed in his work pants and white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Who's teasing who here, exactly? you wonder briefly, taking in how good he looks.
You pretend not to notice him as he looks over from the kids to you in your new suit, your bare legs and thighs on display, all smooth and glistening with lotion as you idly rub them together. With the sun beating down you have the perfect excuse to move on to your next ploy. Setting the magazine aside to reach into the cooler next to you, rustling around until you pull out a frosty strawberry popsicle. You know he's still watching you. You can feel his heated gaze trained on you as you unwrap the treat and run your tongue over the sugary ice. You begin sucking on it slowly, taking your time and staining your tongue red when you lap at the juices dripping on to your fingers.
You lick the mess clean when there's nothing left but the little wooden stick and when you're done, you make your way to the pool, hips swaying with each step. You dip into the water and wade leisurely while the kids tire themselves out, patiently counting down the minutes until the man peering at you finally cracks. It doesn't take Steve much longer to appear downstairs, standing at the entryway with his hands on his hips. "Alright, get inside, get changed and get started on your homework", he calls out to the kids, brushing off their protests and grumbling with a firm look that told them there would be no negotiating. "The grown ups need to have a little talk", he adds, eyes landing on you in a quiet warning. You exit the pool once the kids trudge inside and race to their rooms, readjusting your suit to hike it up your hips and let more of your ass show through the cuts. "Is there a problem, Mr. Harrington?", you blink up at him sweetly, knowing it would work him up even more. He looks conflicted. Like he's restraining himself, scanning your wet body, following the droplets trailing between your cleavage, eyeing the suit clinging to you like a second skin.
"Pool house. Now", he lets out in a low growl.
Your back is to the wall as soon as you're inside and the door's shut. Steve corners you there, one of his palms planted on the wall by your head and the other sliding down your waist. "Little tight on you, don't you think?" he observed. It was. You'd purposely gone a size down to make sure it hugged you perfectly. "You think so? I hadn't noticed", you countered playfully, content on playing dumb a little longer.
He sighs, "last night wasn't enough? need more already?", you shy away from his gaze at the mention of that, focusing on his belt which you wanted to undo instead. Maybe you were being a little greedy but you couldn't help it. The sneaking around was exhilarating and the sex was nothing short of addictive. "First you snuck into my shower last night and begged me to fuck you before I took you home", he reminded as your cheeks warmed. "Then I come back home after a long day at work, hoping to relax and this is how I find you", slipping a finger under your suit above your hip and pulling the damp material until it snaps back against your skin.
"And that bit with the popsicle? not very subtle was it, honey?"
A shiver runs through you, full of anticipation because you know he's not really annoyed. He's not anywhere near fed up because you know this is his way of trying to keep it together. Trying to subdue how badly he wants to fuck you stupid all the time without having to worry about people finding out. "It's hot out today... I was only trying to cool down", you cover meekly.
He scoffs, "bad liar too, huh?"
You pout, feigning a wounded look.
"Well you've got my attention now", he lets up, pulling the strip of material between your legs aside to expose your pussy and swipe his fingers through your slick folds.
"Tell me what you want"
You give in instantly, uncaring of how desperate it might seem because right now, that's exactly how you feel.
"Need you to fuck me, Steve", you clutch at the front of his shirt, tugging him down until his lips are ghosting over yours. The hand at your waist slips down to squeeze your ass, his stubble scratching lightly against your chin as he licks over your bottom lip, still sweet with strawberry.
"We don't have much time" he circles your clit, watching you closely as you mewl and squirm under him.
"Gonna have to be quick".
You knew what that meant. With Steve you learned that 'quick' really meant hard.
"Turn around" he commanded and you pressed yourself against the wall, arching your back and popping your ass out for him as he undid his belt. He rubs his bare cock over your ass a few times, the cherry red swim suit still wet and soft enough for him to glide it over with ease.
You gasp when you feel him peel your swimsuit aside and prod his tip at your waiting entrance, one hand on your hip and the other coming up to wrap around your mouth. "Can't make any noise, ok sweetheart?" He pushes in as you let out a muffled whine, feeling yourself stretch around his fat cock. "Fuck, so tight", he hisses against your ear. "Always so fucking tight..." he repeats, rocking into you quicker, working up to an unforgiving pace.
