Christmas Daddy Next Door: A Single Dad and Baby Romance

by Tia Siren

  After they left, I pulled out my phone and scrolled to the running text messages between Ella and I that had started that night two months before. I texted her a steamy message, telling her how I was thinking about her legs wrapped around me as we lie on the couch naked the whole weekend. Just a few minutes later, I received an equally erotic text back with her describing exactly what she wanted to do with my dick. I smiled and leaned back on the couch, adjusting my cock, which was starting to get hard just thinking about her mouth around it. We had been texting nonstop and Skyping whenever we had the chance for the last couple months. The Skyping was my favorite, especially when she found herself all alone in her dorm room.

  I wasn’t sure what it was about the whole situation, but the texting, chatting, and thoughts of Ella had kept me surprisingly focused. I’d expected it to have the opposite effect. I barely found myself thinking about my wife anymore except for short, sweet, fleeting moments, but they weren’t even close to the crushing emotions I had endured before. I even found myself being happier around Avery almost all the time.

  With everything that had happened over the last two months, I was starting to realize that my inability to stop thinking about Ella just might be a good thing. She satisfied me in ways I hadn’t been in years, and I couldn’t wait until she came back for her sister’s graduation. I wanted to fuck her over and over again, only coming up for air when necessary. In the end, though, when those thoughts would take over my mind, my conscience would arise and remind me that she was still a college girl, almost ten years younger than me. She wasn’t a mature woman who had seen the world, felt heartbreak, and knew what this kind of relationship was all about. In fact, I had to remind myself that it would be best to think of the entire situation as just temporary fun and leave it at that. Acting out on these texts and chats might not lead either of us down the road we were looking for, and hurting Ella was the last thing I wanted to do with all of this.

  Still, it was only about fifteen hours before she would physically be one door down from me. She was coming back from school the next morning, and I was already aching to be with her. The last two months had been fun, but it had also been an incredible build up to something I wasn’t sure was the smartest idea. This girl was sexier than hell and knew exactly what to do and say to get me to the brink of lust. She was also, again, a young woman, new to the world, while I had seen the best and worst of it. I didn’t know what she had in mind for when she got back. Nor did I fully know where her mind was when it came to her and me. Was she going to expect something more than just sex? Was I going to give in to the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me there was definitely more to this whole thing than I was ready to admit out loud? In reality, I didn’t know what to expect. I knew what my mind was telling me to do, but when it came to my brain versus my dick, my dick almost always won out.

  Later that night, I met up with Brian at a bar. We hadn’t seen each other except for in passing and at meetings at work. We started out by talking about work, the government contracts we had been scoring recently, and how amazing the business was progressing. After a few drinks, Ella crept back into my mind, and I figured that maybe it would be good to talk to someone about what was going on.

  “So, I have this neighbor,” I said. “She’s young, a student at Harvard, and completely hot. The last time she was home on break, we slept together a couple times.”

  “Wow,” Brian said, shaking his head. “I’m impressed. I met her once when I was over at your place. She is a hot young babe, not usually your type, but she should be. Just remember that the young college girls can be fun, but they can also get pretty clingy.”

  “That’s not an issue,” I said. “I’m in complete control of this.”

  The words came out, but in the back of my mind, I was no longer sure who was in control of the situation.

  Chapter 10

  Ella

  The flight back home was much easier than it had been during spring break. I had told my father I could just drive to New York from Cambridge, but he always insisted it wouldn’t be safe for me to travel alone. He forgot sometimes that I wasn’t still the naïve little girl who clung to her daddy’s side. But, while tucked away in the back my father’s private car, which had met me at the baggage claim area, at least I didn’t have to deal with traffic. We rode into the city, and I let out a deep breath and smiled as I looked out at the big tall buildings and bustle of city life. I always forgot how much I missed New York until I was back in it.

  Once I got home, my parents showed up almost immediately afterward. Taryn was still at school, getting ready for all the end-of-the-year events she would be participating in. I knew she was not having a good time at all, but standing in front of my parents, I almost wished I could trade places with her. We all hugged and said our hellos, but it wasn’t long until my father brought up law school again. I didn’t understand what he didn’t get about me not wanting to go to law school.

  “Dad,” I said angrily. “Is this really how you are going to start out my first day back in two months? More than that, really, since you weren’t here during spring break.”

  “Hey,” my mother said, stepping between us. “This conversation needs to stop. We have all just arrived home and we haven’t seen each other in months. It’s been a long while since we’ve all been together to even have a conversation. I just want us all to take a deep breath, put our things down, and go have a really good meal together. How about we go to that little Italian restaurant six blocks east from here? I love that place.”

  My dad and I took a deep breath and nodded our heads, not wanting to displease my mother. She rarely stepped in on these conversations, so I figured I should probably at least try to listen to what she had to say. As we were leaving for dinner, I looked over and saw Will coming out of his apartment. My heart jumped a bit, and I smiled, clearing my throat.

  “Will,” my father said kindly as he shook his hand. “How are you?”

  “I’m doing well, sir,” he said. “It’s good to see you guys.”

  “Ella just got home for her sister’s upcoming graduation from the Academy, and we are going out to lunch,” he said. “I know how close you, your son, and Ella are, so why don’t you join us?”

  “I would love to, although it will just be me,” Will said, glancing up at me. “Avery is at his grandmother’s for the weekend.”

  “Too bad, but we’ll be happy with just you,” my father said, laughing.

  I was excited to see Will and have him at dinner with us, though I suspected my father’s invite was less about my friendship with Will and more about his interest in cultivating a business contact. I often forgot how successful Will was.

  We all headed out to lunch, Will winking at me as he passed, sending electricity into my chest. I hadn’t seen him in person in months, but visions of our sexy Skype conversations ran through my mind, heating up my stomach, as we walked down the New York sidewalk. Once we were seated at the restaurant, one particularly racy conversation popped into my head, and I felt my cheeks start to blush. I looked down, adjusting the napkin in my lap as everyone got comfortable.

  Everything went really well at lunch until my father decided to subtly bring up law school again. He had the same old argument as every other time, telling me it would lead me to more opportunities than teaching. I was completely annoyed, but we were out in public and Will was sitting right there at the table with us. The last thing I wanted to do was start a shouting match with my father and cause a dramatic scene when I had just gotten there. I wondered if it wouldn’t just be easier to go to law school and appease him. Instead, I took a deep breath and smiled at my father.

  “Those are your dreams,” I said calmly. “Like I have said before, I am going to do what I want to do.”

  Like always, my mother just sat there, frowning down at her plate. She wanted me to go to law school as well, but that was only because she happened to share a brain with my father. I hadn’t heard an original thou
ght from her head for a long time. Will cleared his throat and blotted his lips with his napkin.

  “If I may,” Will interrupted. “I believe that opportunities are made regardless of educational background. With Ella’s tenacity and drive, her possibilities will be endless even without going to law school. I don’t know if you know this or not—even you, Ella—but while I may have gone to Princeton, I never graduated. My partner, Brian, and I dropped out and started the company, and the rest is history.”

  My father sat there frowning slightly and cleared his throat, having nothing more to add. I knew he was frustrated, but I also knew he didn’t have much to say considering Will’s success far outweighed his own. Though I knew I needed to go to college, what Will had said made a lot of sense for someone with his intelligence and acute acclimation to engineering and technology.

  “If you would excuse me,” I said, standing up. “I’m going to find the restroom.”

  “I need to as well,” Will said, standing and nodding his head at me.

  We reached the bathrooms, and Will looked around before pushing me into the single one and locking the door. I put my purse down on the sink and started to pace, completely irritated by my father’s inability to accept me for who I was. I stopped, turned to Will, and sighed.

  “My father can be so stubborn,” I said.

  Before I could say more, Will wrapped his arms around me and kissed me passionately, and my body untensed and leaned into him. The kiss felt so needed and so wanted that I almost lost track of where I was. I pushed back breathlessly and shook my head.

  “We’re in public,” I whispered. “And my parents are waiting outside.”

  He smiled. “And I haven’t been able to get rid of the ache in my cock. I’m tired of the games, the texts, the Skypes. I want you, right here and right now. It’s now or never.”

  He backed me up against the sink and ran his hand down the front of my dress. Slowly, he lifted the edge of my skirt and pushed my panties aside, rubbing my mound with his hands. I couldn’t even argue with him. It was no use whatsoever. The truth was, I wanted him, too, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit next to him all afternoon without fucking him right then. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth tightly against mine as he lifted me up onto the edge of the sink. I reached my hand up and grabbed onto the wall, feeling the cold porcelain beneath me.

  He pushed my legs open and pulled my panties down and off before sticking them in his jacket pocket. He moved his hand back up my thigh and pushed two fingers inside me, causing me to gasp and close my eyes. He fingered me hard on the counter, watching my face as I tried to hold back the screams and moans building in my chest. I reached up to pull him into me, but he knocked my hand away, a small smirk crossing his face.

  He gripped the sink with one hand and leaned into it, pushing a third finger inside me and fingerfucking me hard and fast. I covered my mouth as my hips opened wider, wanting more and more as the bulge in his pants grew bigger. He reached down and undid his belt and zipper before pulling his cock out of his boxers. He stroked it as he continued to finger me closer to an orgasm. I put my hands down on both sides of the sink and lifted my hips, grinding them in circles as he stroked his cock, his eyes plastered on me. He smiled up at me as my body grew stiff and my orgasm took over, shaking me to the core with pleasure. I lowered myself back down and covered my mouth as ecstasy ran quickly through my body, pulling me in every direction.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me now.”

  He pulled his fingers out of me and grabbed his cock by the base, stepping closer and guiding it through my flowing juices. He pushed into me deep and hard, groaning at the feeling. He paused for just a moment, balls deep inside me, and then started to pump his hips, feeling every part of my pussy. He pushed in deep again and wrapped my legs around his waist before grabbing my ass. He picked me up and turned around, pressing my body against the cold tiled walls. I could feel every inch of his cock pulsing inside me.

  He shifted slightly, putting his arms under my thighs and spreading my legs wide, holding me up as he pumped his cock deep inside me. I could see his ass tightening and releasing in the mirror behind him as he fucked me against the bathroom wall. It was both arousing and erotic, and I just wanted to feel him as deep and hard as he could go. As if he could read my mind, he began to slam into me, lifting up on his toes as he thrust forward. I leaned my head down and bit down on his shoulder, screaming into his clothes, trying not to be caught. His body rubbed up and down my clit as his huge shaft penetrated me as deep as it could.

  Heat rebuilt in my stomach as he thrust again, but this time, he held himself deep inside me and rotated his hips in circles, rubbing my hard nub. I gasped, pulling my upper body even closer to his. He groaned loudly, pulling back out and doing it again, over and over again until neither one of us could handle it anymore. He pumped his hips fast and hard, staring me in the eyes. Just as his jaw clenched and he slammed back into me, my eyes widened and he pressed his mouth against mine, catching the screams before they could echo out into the restaurant.

  Together, we orgasmed, and the pleasure surged through our bodies. Our hands gripped each other’s tightly, and the vibrations of our groans clashed in our mouths. He pumped his hips short and shallow, his cock pulsing while my pussy covered it in juices. Finally, he collapsed against me and slowly lowered me to the ground. We stood there for a few moments, breathing heavily and trying to get our bearings. Finally, he pulled back, kissing me on the nose before pulling up his pants, tucking in his shirt, and straightening himself in the mirror. I pulled down my dress and fixed my hair, realizing that my cheeks were burning red.

  “You ready?” he asked.

  “What about my panties?”

  “I want to keep them in a safe place,” he said, tapping his pocket and smirking. “You can have them back later after we repeat that fucking hot sex.”

  Chapter 11

  Will

  I was desperately trying to tell myself that I was in complete emotional control of myself, but the fact remained that I thought nonstop about Ella and the hot sex we’d had in the restaurant, from which I still possessed her black silk panties. I sat there wondering if thinking about Ella like that was a good thing or a self-destructive thing. I hadn’t ever dealt with anything like this before, and I really had no idea whether my feelings were natural or if there was something more to it, something I was still unable to admit to myself. Regardless of any emotional attachment, I couldn’t deny that what we had was incredibly sensual and steamy. I found it hard not to think about her thighs, her breasts, and the way she looked at me as I fucked her. None of the passion from months ago had subsided in the least, and it was driving me absolutely crazy.

  I had loved every part of having sex in the bathroom of that restaurant. The thrill of sex in a public place was new to me, but I’d liked it more than I probably should have. On top of that, the idea that I was fucking Ella’s brains out just feet from where her obnoxious, self-righteous father and mother had been sitting had made it all the more erotic. I was completely turned on by the idea of sneaking around and fucking Ella anywhere at any time. The control and lack thereof made everything that much hotter. I could almost imagine closing my office door and fucking her right there on my desk, and getting a blow job underneath it beforehand.

  On top of the sensual nature of everything and the fact that I was more than satisfied every time we had sex, there was a silver lining that I couldn’t ignore. Just the thought of being with Ella pushed all the negative thoughts about Megan right out of my head. The fears, the depression, the sadness—it all left with one flick of Ella’s tongue. Part of me loved that, but the other part of me was starting to wonder whether that was fair. I wasn’t sure if I liked Ella for her or as a placeholder. One thing was for sure. Regardless of how I felt about Ella, I knew I definitely didn’t want to go back to feeling like I had before. Besides, everything about our time together made me think she was having a good time as wel
l. It wasn’t like I had promised anything to her. We weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. We weren’t engaged. We were just two people who were extremely attracted to each other and acting on that passion.

  There were people my age and her age engaging in sexual relationships like ours all the time. We were no different than them, and the fact remained that no matter how much I thought about my emotional status, there was no way I wanted to cut things off with her. The sex was just that good, and the lust and passion we felt for each other every time we were together was something I hadn’t felt since Megan was alive. It was carnal and raw, and neither of us had the willpower to pull away from it once we were near each other. One wrong—or right—look and it was too late to stop it.

  My thoughts were interrupted when a call came in on my cell from my son’s school. That was strange since they never called us unless there was something wrong. I quickly picked up my phone and answered.

  “Mr. Scott, this Avery’s school,” the lady said. “Your son has come down with a fever and is feeling pretty bad. We are going to need you to come pick him up.”

  “Of course,” I said, already standing up. “I’ll be right there.”

  I headed over to the school and picked up Avery, who was obviously not feeling well; he clung to me immediately. We got back to the complex and made our way upstairs to the apartment. As we walked exited the elevator and turned the corner, Ella and Taryn walked out of their apartment. Ella walked quickly up to us, a look of concern on her face.

  “Is everything all right?”

  “Yeah.” I sighed, looking at Avery, whose face was pressed against my shoulder. “Avery has come down with some sort of bug. He’ll be okay I’m sure. He just needs some rest and relaxation. That’s all.”