Page 68 of Dad Next Door
“I want to say I feel like I’m in high school again, trying to figure out if this is the right time to kiss my crush. But I never did that in high school.” His ears flushed red.
My stomach tightened with both nerves and anticipation. “Me either, but just so you know, it’s always the right time to kiss me.” I stepped toward him.
He let out a shaky breath and met me halfway, closing the distance between us.
Strong hands gripped my hips, and his hot, hard body pressed against mine. He leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss that was barely more than a soft brush of his lips on mine.
Wrapping one arm around his waist, I tangled the other in his soft hair. He whimpered, the sound low and deep. Taking a chance, I wound my fingers through the glossy strands and held on, making sure to keep my touch gentle.
He moaned softly and slipped his hands from my waist to my lower back, then slid them under my shirt, his skin teasing mine as he rubbed right above my waistband.
I had no idea who moved first, but our lips came together in another kiss. This one was firmer and longer, but still slow and soft.
Shivers of desire danced up my spine and tickled my chest. I’d never had such a strong reaction to a kiss before. Never felt this kind of hunger. But it wasn’t the kind of hunger I read about in books or heard my friends talk about. That hunger was unrelenting and overwhelming.
What I felt for Tristan was all-consuming, but it didn’t shut my brain down or make me want to rush things.
It made me want to savor every second of whatever was about to happen between us.
The heat from his body warmed me from the inside. His touch, so gentle and almost reverent, made my stomach tighten and my cock fill until it pressed into his answering erection.
Tristan let out another of those soft whimpers. I took advantage of his parted lips and dipped my tongue between them.
He met me stroke for stroke, teasing my lips and tongue with sensual glides, and soon I was the one moaning and whimpering.
Gently, Tristan slowed our kisses until they were nothing more than soft pecks.
It took a second for me to blink my eyes open after he pulled away. “Holy shit, you’re good at that.”
He chuckled, his cheeks flushed and a warm smile on his kiss-swollen lips. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
Clearing my throat, I covertly adjusted myself so my balls weren’t being crushed by the lack of room in my pants. My dick was rock hard, but I ignored it. I could take care of things later while I relived that kiss in private.
He flicked his gaze to my crotch, a sly grin replacing his soft smile. “I bet that’ll help with filming.”
I barked out a laugh. I liked playful Tristan. “I’d say so. Way better than porn.”
“Can I ask you something about that?”
“Sure.” I motioned for him to follow me.
“What are you doing?” He fell into step beside me.
“Walking you home.”
“Oh.” He smiled shyly. “You don’t have to.”
“I know. I want to.” I slipped my arm around his waist and kept walking. “Was that what you wanted to ask me?”
“No. I was curious about how porn works for you. I did some research on what it means to be demi, and I read that some people who identify that way don’t enjoy porn, and others do. I know you need an emotional connection to feel sexual attraction for someone, but it doesn’t seem like porn would facilitate that. I’m sorry if I’m being nosy or annoying. I’m just having trouble connecting those dots because it’s not my lived experience.”
“It’s fine. You’re a scientist. It’s your nature to ask questions and figure stuff out.” We exited my garage and headed toward our shared property line. “I’m not sure if this is a me thing or if it has to do with my sexuality, but I can feel arousal without attraction. Same as I can feel attraction without arousal.”
He shot me a curious look as he stepped between two bushes in our shared hedge.
“I can look at someone and think they’re attractive but not want to do anything with those thoughts or feel any desire for them.” I slipped through the hedge behind him. “Same as I can get horny without it being dependent on anyone.”
He took my hand and led me up his driveway.