Sugar Daddy: A Single Dad Next Door Romance

by Lara Swann

  She catches my gaze and holds it, the moment suspended between us there for what feels like a long time - and then we’re moving toward each other at the same moment, our mouths meeting in a deep kiss, the intensity and emotion surging up through us as she shifts around, comes to settle herself on my lap.

  My hands go straight to her hips as she holds my face between her hands, her fingers stroking me as our mouths move frantically together. Our tongues meet, twirling around each other as I explore her with an urgency I don’t quite understand, her hips gyrating against my crotch and making my cock swell in just a few moments.

  “God, Kelsey…” I mutter, groaning into her mouth as I start moving with her, our bodies knowing what they want despite the layers of clothes between us.

  “I know…I know…” She breathes, and in the next moment she’s got my top over my head, my chest bare and exposed before her again.

  She grins as she sees it, her hands running over my skin and setting it alight everywhere they touch - before her mouth follows too, her hair trailing over me as she lowers herself down, kissing and nipping at my body and making me groan as I hold her hips harder, thrusting up against her core even though my pants block the way. She moans as I do, the breathy sound of her voice too much for me to bear, the sudden intensity of the lust raging through me, taking me by surprise but chasing away all the other thoughts - the demons and ghosts that are always with me.

  Her tongue traces patterns on my chest and I raise my hand to run my fingers through her hair, loving the wild, thick feel of it as my skin turns to fire where she touches. Then she glances up at me, pure mischief on her expression - before she leans over and grabs something from one of the containers on the other seat.

  A cupcake?

  I frown, before she scoops her fingers through the frosting on top…and then runs them right over my chest, spreading it across. I groan as she leans down to lick and nibble, my hips bucking up against hers as she wriggles tantalizingly on top of me. God-damn it, this girl is going to drive me crazy.

  “Mmm…” She moans in appreciation, exaggerating it.

  “Hey…” I complain. “That was my fantasy - I was going to lick frosting off you.”

  “What can I say?” She murmurs, in that deliciously sultry voice, as she looks up at me with that alluring gaze. “You have good ideas sometimes.”

  Then, with one quick movement, she manages to slide herself down to kneel in the footwell, her hands already working my belt as she does. It’s distracting enough that I don’t even call her out on the sometimes in that comment. Instead, I lift my hips as she slides my pants down and my cock springs free, already hard and aching for her. She laughs as she sees it, obvious delight in it, then looks up at me with a grin.

  “Where did you say those tubs of frosting were?” She asks, innocently enough, and I groan again.

  “You’re really going to commandeer my own fantasy out from under me?”

  “I’m adding to it.” She promises, and I can’t exactly deny that.

  I reach behind me again, pulling one of the tubs over and setting it down on the center console. She opens it up, her eyes lighting as she takes a deep breath.

  “Mm…vanilla…”

  I laugh, and then I can’t think anymore as she runs another finger through it - and straight onto my waiting cock.

  “Oh god…” I moan, making her laugh again.

  “I hope you weren’t planning to use these in your store…” She murmurs, obviously delighting in teasing me as she liberally applies the frosting, managing to somehow perfectly stroke me as she does.

  I’m just groaning and thrusting into her hands now, the mixture of cool frosting and the warmth of her touch…the promise of her mouth hovering just over me…all too much for me to resist.

  “Kelsey…”

  She takes a long lick up the underside of my cock and I grab for my seat, already feeling like I might be ready to explode. How does she do this to me? Every damn time.

  “Mmm…you taste sweet.” She winks up at me and I almost come undone.

  “Me, or the frosting?” I manage to get out, my breath coming faster as my cock feels stiffer than it’s ever been, pulsing and desperately wanting more.

  “Both.” She sing-songs out, then glances up at the car window and raises an eyebrow at me. “You’ll let me know if something happens, right?”

  It takes me a moment to work out what she’s talking about.

  The stake-out. Fucking hell. I’d almost forgotten about that entirely.

  And like hell I’m going to be thinking about it now.

  “Sure.” I say, in an outrageously obvious lie. “I’ll keep a look out.”

  She laughs, her eyes sparkling at me before she leans forward and finally gives me what I want, taking me all the way in her mouth.

  The ease that she does it with has my breath coming out all at once, in a rush, that perfect warm mouth suddenly surrounding me and blowing my mind with how good it feels. She lets out another moan, with deep appreciation this time as her tongue licks and laps at me, no doubt cleaning up all of the frosting, and I can feel the vibrations of it all the way through me. Her other hand strokes the base of my cock, pumping in time with the slow movement of her mouth and driving me absolutely crazy.

  I run my hands through her hair, but I don’t try to control the pace, just sitting back and moving with her as that beautiful, wet, warm, perfect mouth encloses me. She looks gorgeous like this, her eyes half-closed in pleasure as she sucks and licks, her hands and mouth moving as one. I can feel each movement of her tongue, as it wraps around the base of my cock, then licks along the pulsing vein underneath before bringing me all the way back into her mouth again.

  With everything she does, the lust inside me rages higher, until it gets harder and harder to control myself. I start thrusting up against her, my movements becoming more pronounced as I groan and feel myself getting closer and closer to that edge. When it’s too much - when I don’t think I’m going to be able to take any more without exploding - I tug her upwards, pulling her onto me. She gives a little, disappointed noise, but I don’t care - I know what else I want, and what I want her to have too.

  “C’mere…” I moan, the pleasure still rippling through me as I try to pull her panties down under her skirt, the confines of the car making it damn hard.

  “Don’t bother.” She whispers, already wriggling and squirming against me as she guesses where this is going. “Just rip them.”

  “Oh god…” I groan, but I do as she asks, loving the sound of the material tearing under my fingers before I drop them down onto the floor.

  I run one hand up the inside of her thigh, circling my fingers around her entrance and teasing lightly. The moment I brush one finger over her core, though, I moan again, dropping my head into her neck.

  She’s sopping wet. Totally dripping in anticipation and pleasure and the idea that just sucking me like that was enough to do that to her—

  “I’m ready.” She whispers into my ear, which I’d very much just worked out for myself. “I don’t need—don’t want—anything else. Just you inside me.”

  “Fucking hell.” I mutter, but I don’t waste any more time as I take her at her word.

  I grasp her hips, pulling them into position on top of my throbbing, waiting cock and she hovers over me for a brief moment, meeting my gaze and kissing me before slowly - slowly - sinking down, making the most perfect noises as she does.

  “Oh my fucking god.” She mutters, and I let out a strained laugh.

  Yeah. That’s about right.

  She grips my shoulders and takes only a moment to adjust before she’s already moving, riding up and down on me in one of the hottest displays I think I’ve ever seen. I growl, leaning forward and kissing her deeply as she does, our mouths and bodies joined perfectly together as we push ourselves closer and closer to the edge.

  “Liam…ohh…Liam…”

  “Fucking…love it…when you say my name.” I
growl, moving faster underneath her, rising to meet every movement she makes and plunging further and further into her.

  In this position, it feels like I get deeper than I ever have before, her tight walls closing around me and pulsing in time to the throbbing of my cock. I know I’m not going to last long - I can’t, not after all that - but it feels like she’s here with me, riding the wave, her cries getting higher and more incoherent as we speed up, our pace increasing impossibly as we approach that edge…getting closer…and closer…

  And falling totally over it. Together. Clutching at each other. Desperately kissing and gasping for breath and moving as our bodies spasm and pleasure rushes through me, warmth spreading all over my body and the tightly wound lust at last unraveling.

  I hold her tight to me, my arms around her body as she sits on top of me and curls into my chest, kissing the top of her head as we both come down slowly and try to get our breath back. It takes a while and as our bodies slowly relax into lassitude, she slips off me and to the side, her head on my bare chest with my arms still holding her close.

  She looks up at me, slightly dazed, and with the most brilliant smile before she tucks her head in closer, resting against me.

  After a few minutes, I notice her body relaxing even further, her breathing deepening and I realize she’s drifted off. It makes me smile, slightly wryly, as I glance at the clock on the dashboard.

  11.30pm.

  I guess we were starting to get tired.

  I glance over to the house we were supposed to be watching, but I know nothing has happened. I think if there had been actual movement on the streets around, I would have noticed. Probably. Mostly to avoid scandalizing anyone who might be walking by than anything else.

  There are no lights on in the house anymore, and the Mayor’s car is still parked outside. I consider rousing Kelsey and suggesting that maybe we drive home, but I think she’d probably want to stay a little longer…and I don’t really want to move. It might be a little cramped, but there’s something lovely about holding her here like this.

  So instead, I let my gaze drift over to the house and think a little more about what Kelsey told me, wondering if it could be true. I’m a little sleepy, but I don’t let myself doze off. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to miss a moment of having her asleep on me like this. We’re both a little sticky and a little sweaty, but that’s part of what feels good, too.

  Besides, what kind of ex-Marine would I be if I fell asleep on a mission?

  Not that they ever provided much training for dealing with orgasm-induced-sleepiness on a mission. Probably a good thing.

  I stay like that for a long while, with just my own thoughts but feeling strangely content about it, until Kelsey finally starts stirring again and wakes herself up, blinking sleepily at me before stretching a little.

  “Sorry.” She says, in a sleep-fogged voice. “I think I drifted off.”

  I chuckle. “Yeah, just a bit.”

  She blinks at me, then looks over at the clock, frowning as she tries to focus on it - before gasping.

  “It’s 1am?!”

  “Yeah.” I say, then nod towards the house. “You didn’t miss anything though, Ken is still there. I think they’ve all gone to sleep.”

  She groans, then blinks again, frowning at me. “Wait, you stayed awake all that time?”

  “Yeah. Figured we wouldn’t want him to get away from us.” I say, teasing her lightly.

  “Ughh, I’m sorry.” She runs a hand over her face, twisting her body this way and that as she tries to work the kinks out of it. “This was a stupid idea.”

  “Oh, I don’t know…” I say, thinking back to how the evening went. “I think we had some pretty good ideas…”

  She laughs, then shakes her head, shifting off me and leaving me with a small pang of disappointment.

  “Next time, you can pick the time and place.” She says, then gestures to the driver’s seat we’ve abandoned. “Guess we should probably go home…”

  “Probably a good idea.” I say, though I’m reluctant to leave this nice warm space I’ve got here with her.

  I pull my pants up and refasten my belt - something I haven’t bothered with so far - before pulling myself over, stretching as the stiffness in my body surprises me.

  “I can’t believe nothing happened.” She moans, throwing her head back against the seat as she looks over at the house one last time. “He was just visiting his daughter, damn it.”

  “I wouldn’t say nothing happened.” I grin at her, and she just rolls her eyes. “But you know, if he is doing everything you suspect, I doubt the Mayor would be having risky, suspicious night time meetings about it. It’s mostly just money and a paper trail on his end, isn’t it?”

  She sighs. “Yeah, I guess.”

  “If you really wanted to try following someone, wouldn’t the sewage workmen make more sense? If you don’t think they’re real workmen or actually doing something, it would be interesting to see where they go after work.”

  She stares at me for a long moment, and then groans all over again.

  “Aww, c’mon, don’t say that!”

  I frown at her.

  “I promised myself this was the last thing I’d try.” She continues. “I can’t keep doing this. Chasing random leads, getting hopeful ideas and finding nothing.”

  “Oh, yes. You did say.” I remember, then shake my head. “Well ignore I said it, then. I didn’t mean you should actually follow them - I was just thinking out loud. I don’t really like the idea of you going out and looking for more trouble, anyway.”

  “I’m not looking for trouble.” She objects.

  I just raise an eyebrow in her direction.

  “Well, not deliberately. And anyway, I’m not doing any of it anymore. I tried, nothing came of it, I’m just going to have to leave it there.” She says that as if she’s trying to convince herself more than me, so I don’t say anything.

  After a moment, she gives me another dirty look. “And also, how did you think of that in, like, two minutes? You can’t be better at this in one night than I’ve been in all the weeks I’ve been doing it.”

  I give her a wide smirk. “I’m just naturally brilliant.”

  She mutters something unsavory and it only makes me smile more.

  “C’mon, Kelsey. Let’s go home.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Kelsey

  I spend the next few days feeling confused.

  I’ve pretty much given up on the investigation I was so sure that I was right about, and I’m not quite sure where that leaves me. Apart from with a lot of time to think about Liam. Or about anything, I guess, but somehow it comes back to Liam far more often than it should.

  I’m not sure what it was about that night together during my ridiculous stake-out plan, but since then, it feels like something has shifted between us. Or maybe just with me. Telling him what I’ve been doing over the last couple of months and actually having him listen to me - think about what I’d said and support me with it - that was something special. And then the things he said about Maya’s Mom, about his past…damn.

  I thought he was intriguing when he first moved here, because of his reluctance to say anything about himself - and, okay, for other reasons - but now that I know what was behind it…I almost regret asking. Except I don’t, because I don’t feel like he minded telling me. And what happened after…yeah. I don’t think I’d ever felt quite so close to him as I did in those moments.

  And, I’ll be honest, that scares me. Terrifies the living daylights out of me.

  I wasn’t trying to get involved. I didn’t want a relationship…just a good time, some nice company…

  Yeah, I’m a fucking idiot, aren’t I?

  Of course I was going to get too close, feel too much, when the deck is stacked so firmly against me.

  How can I not be involved when his adorable little girl comes around all the time, working her way into my heart, and there’s so much about him th
at’s just…overpowering. His magnitude and charm. The depth underneath it. How hard he works for his daughter. Everything he’s been through…

  It’s all too much - and I don’t know where it leaves me, except for probably getting more attached than I should be.

  A few months ago, before he came into the picture, I’d worked out exactly where I wanted my life to go and I was happy with it. Now…I’m not so sure anymore.

  It’s been so easy to slip into spending so much of my time with Liam and Maya and not even notice what a big presence they’ve taken up in my life - to sneak moments with Liam and share my bed while Maya has sleepovers without having to think about it. But now that I don’t have this investigation to distract me, I am thinking about it.

  I can’t help wondering if he is too. If he felt the same thing that night on our stake-out.

  If he does, I can’t tell. Everything between us is exactly the same - hot and fun and playful, and a great time - but that…well, that could mean all sorts of things.

  As we make our way back after an evening in the park with Maya and Mark’s girls, I can’t help the way I look over at him, thinking about it. Now that I’m paying attention, I can feel the way my heart skips when he looks at me, and how everything just seems so much better whenever he’s there - laughing or smirking at me, making some outrageous comment just to make me grin and poke fun at him - like the world is a little lighter with him in it.

  They’re stupid, hopelessly romantic feelings, and I’m not sure whether I’m really ready for them - or anything they mean.

  “Do you want to come in and watch a movie with me?” I ask them both as we approach our houses.

  I don’t quite feel ready for the evening with them both to end - and I try not to think about everything else attached to that feeling.

  “Yesss!” Maya jumps up before Liam has a chance to reply, then tugs on his hand. “Can we watch a movie with Kelsey, Daddy?”

  He smiles - first at her, and then at me, and my stomach flips just a little.

  Damn it. Cut that out.

  “Sounds good - something with lots of action and high speed car chases, right?”