Page 114 of Dad Next Door
Sliding my knees between his legs, I shimmied down his body, raining kisses down on his torso until I was positioned over his cock. Gripping his base, I leaned down and drew his flushed cockhead into my mouth.
His moan was loud and rumbling. His strong fingers carded through my hair, his blunt nails gently scratching my scalp, making tingles explode deep in my body.
Taking my time, I moved over him, keeping my suction light and my pace slow as I teased him.
When my jaw started to ache, I switched to running my tongue up and down his length and mouthing his shaft to keep him right on the edge.
I wanted to make sure he was good and relaxed before we did any sort of ass play. I understood his apprehension, and I didn’t take it personally. I knew it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with how his mind worked.
“Babe,” he croaked, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Getting close.”
Slowly, I let his cock fall from my mouth and pulled off him with a little grin.
“You’re way too good at that.” He blinked a few times, like he was clearing his head.
Getting up on my knees, I sat between his spread legs. “I could do that for hours.”
He huffed out a laugh. “I doubt I could last ten minutes, let alone hours, with your skills.”
“Sounds like another experiment we need to put to the test.” I scooped up the lube and flipped open the cap. “You know, for science.”
“For science,” he repeated, his eyes on the lube.
“You doing okay?”
He nodded but didn’t look away from the bottle in my hand.
“Do you want my mouth first? Get you warmed up before we go further?”
He finally tore his eyes from the lube and looked at me. “I think so.”
I understood what he meant. The few times I’d tried to rim him, he’d gotten stuck in his head and hadn’t been able to relax enough to enjoy it, and we’d had to stop. Again, I didn’t take it personally because I knew it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with a mental block he had no control over.
I’d researched ADHD after he’d told me about his diagnosis so I could better understand him and how his mind worked. He’d spent so much of his life adapting to the world around him that I wanted to create a space for him where he didn’t have to carry that burden and could just be himself and feel seen and loved for exactly who he was.
He did that for everyone in his life; he deserved to have it too.
“Do you want to try something different?” I squirted some lube into my hand. “Switch it up and see if that helps?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“How about you flip over? It might be easier if you’re not looking at me.”
He thought about it for a beat, then nodded. “Yeah. That could work.”
It took a bit of fumbling, but Quinn flipped over so he was on his stomach.
“Do you want to get up on your knees?” I rubbed one hand over his perfect ass.
He let out a shuddering breath and got up on his hands and knees.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” I gently caressed his ass.
His back was ramrod straight, giving away that he was still tense.
“You ready for me to show you how good getting your ass eaten feels?”
I’d never been one for dirty talk, not hearing it and especially not saying it, but with Quinn, it felt natural. And he seemed to enjoy when I did it too.