Sleeping With My Ex-boyfriend's Father Novels & Stories

SOFIA JOHNSON His breath is heavy against my mouth as we keep kissing, and everything inside me screams that it’s wrong. But I can’t stop. My hands slide over Dante’s bare chest, feeling the rigid muscles, and every movement of his leaves me breathless. The worst part is that deep down, I know: if my parents wake up now, I’m doomed. How could I explain that the man almost fifty years old, my ex-boyfriend’s father, is in my bed?

"He gave strict instructions that you were not to be disturbed until you woke on your own. He asked me to take care of your daily needs personally while you are staying with us." I nodded slowly, taking the cup she offered. The heat of the porcelain seeped into my fingers, but it couldn't reach the chill that was still lodged deep in my bones. I wasn't imagining the sex, nor the dark, intense connection that had flared between us in the SUV. It had really happened. I had slept with my father-in-law again, and this time, there was no "mistake" or "night of passion" to hide behind. I had walked into his arms because I had nowhere else to go.

But sleep with his father? That wasn't in the plan. I wanted a clean break. Not a flaming scandal that'd make Luciano want to claw his own eyes out. Tina shot up like she'd touched a live wire. "Wait—are you saying you slept with your ex's DAD? The mafia Godfather who—who literally kills people?"

His voice was heavy with disbelief. “He slept with my girlfriend.” My chest tightened as I remembered his betrayal. Coming home that night, seeing John all tangled with my girlfriend, his cock drilling into her. I could still hear how she moaned, begging him to fuck her. My father froze, and then he cleared his throat. “I always knew that boy was bad news,” he said, “it’s good you stayed away from you. Any friend who can sleep with your partner can kill you.” I nodded. My father and I continued talking. Slipping from one topic to another. From my new job to his health.

"Shame that you're sleeping with a man old enough to be your father." The ground seemed to shift beneath me as the truth of their accusations sank in. My heart hammered in my chest, threatening to burst free from its confines as the world spun out of control around me. "Yeah, such a shame that the man is also her ex boyfriend's dad. I wonder how the guy must be feeling, I heard he was the one that came to beg him last week to take him back, the poor guy must have loved the shameless bitch to want to take her back despite the fact that he knew his father was screwing her." Another added and I veered around, my eyes filled with shock.

That night, we fell asleep in each other’s arms, and for the first time in years, I dreamed of something other than success. Aria’s POV. I woke up wrapped in silk sheets that probably cost more than my rent. For a moment, I didn’t move, I just listened to the sound of the waves outside, the soft hum of the morning. Then I remembered where I was. Who I was with. Alexander Hayes. I just had steamy hot sex with my ex’s 50 year old father. The thought alone made my heart stutter. He’d already gone when I woke, but a note lay on the pillow beside me.

But, I’m unable to sleep, despite how weak and exhausted I feel. Mama is sitting in the chair beside the bed, whilst Dad is out trying to hunt for clues. “So want to tell me about him?” Mama asks. She knows I am awake. I open my eyes, looking across to her in the room that is only lit by the light coming through the glass above the door. “There’s nothing to say.” I reply softly. I mean, I slept with his brother. I also thought I liked his brother, who I’ve been flirting with all through the summer holidays…

Dad told me he loved me and fell asleep within minutes. There really weren't any options for me to get comfortable. I fell in and out of sleep all night. One of the times I woke up, Dad had an arm wrapped around my bare waist as he snuggled me. My initial thought was how awkward this position had felt. When I heard him snoring, I realized he had no idea what he was doing. The reason it was awkward is I could feel his penis. Even though I had my back to him, it was hard not to notice. I thought if I pushed back, he would move. So, I pushed my bum back. To my surprise, Dad gripped me and pushed forward, pressing his penis into my butt cheek. My body started to heat back up. I had forgotten how

“I’ve got you. You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.” I sobbed into my best friend’s shoulder, the kind of ugly crying I’d been too controlled to allow myself even in private. My whole body shook with it. “He was sleeping with her,” I choked out. “For months. In our bed. And my father… he called and told me I overreacted. Said I need to fix things for the family image.” “Your father is an asshole.” “He said I don’t have many friends.”

"Is he scared of coming out because of his parents?" "Parents, friends, everyone. I mean, you know, since we're not exclusive, he still sleeps with girls." I cocked a brow and probed. "Is he bi?" "No. He says he has to prep before sleeping with them by watching something that gets him hard. Sometimes he calls me, and I have to get him going." "And you let him?" I huffed, feeling defensive and angry over the man using my best friend. "It's fine. It's not like we're official. I have a few other guys in rotation."