Page 83 of Dad Next Door

“Don’t apologize.” He rubbed his thumbs against my cheeks. “You’re not doing anything wrong. I’m just telling you how I work. I’m not the type to do anything unless I want to. And I’ll never use sex to manipulate you. I can’t undo what happened to you in the past, but I can promise it’ll never be like that with me. Never.”

I let his words sink in. He was right. Quinn wasn’t just my boyfriend; he was my best friend. He cared about me and would never do anything to purposely hurt me.

“I don’t blame you for your scars.” He pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “And I know it’ll take time for those wounds to heal. All I ask is that you talk to me when you feel unsure or those old feelings come back. Can you do that?”

I nodded, my throat tight. What had I done to deserve him?

“Good.” He slid his hands from my cheeks to my shoulders and gently squeezed. “Now, can I please suck your dick?”

“Yeah,” I stammered, giddy anticipation replacing my earlier unease.

He smiled, his expression open and earnest and filled with joy.

I expected him to push me onto my back, but instead he leaned in and kissed me, slowly ramping things up until we were back where we were before the pause in the action.

Quinn ran his hand over my cock, gently squeezing the bulge in my pants until I was whimpering into his mouth.

With skilled hands, he opened my pants and slid one into my underwear. His big fist circled my shaft, the touch gentle enough to tease but firm enough to send a burst of pleasure through me.

Needing more, I bucked into his hand, sliding my cock through his fist.

He moaned against my mouth and stroked me.

I clung to him, my body already tight and my head spinning.

Quinn lay back down. I followed him, chasing his kisses. When we were settled, he rolled us over again so I was on the bottom.

The next few minutes were a blur of kisses and teasing strokes on my cock. Just when I thought I would explode from anticipation, he let go of my dick and kissed his way down my body.

He nuzzled right under my belly button, pressing his cheek against my skin. The scratch of his stubble felt good, but I couldn’t stop the little voice in my head from reminding me that I didn’t have washboard abs and that my body hair was less than camera-ready.

Quinn’s throaty moan calmed my thoughts, and the voice shut up when his chin bumped against my cockhead.

Using one hand to hold me in place, he slowly licked around my crown.

Knowing this was the first time he’d ever done this was satisfying on a level I wasn’t ready to acknowledge, let alone unpack. It shouldn’t matter, but it made me feel special. And it reinforced that he truly did find me attractive and he wanted this.

The sound I let out when he sucked my cockhead between his kiss-swollen lips was a weird mix of a gasp and the sound someone made when they swallowed water the wrong way.

His eyelids flipped up, and his heated stare met mine. Slowly, deliberately, he sucked more of me into his mouth.

Watching him do this, seeing the desire in his eyes and feeling the tight suction of his mouth as my length disappeared between his lips, was almost too much. I felt precious and wanted, two things I hadn’t felt in forever.

Quinn made a little choking sound, his throat spasming around my cock as he triggered his gag reflex. He pulled back the slightest bit and used his hand to stroke the part of me he couldn’t get in his mouth. The dual sensations were incredible, and I found myself hurtling toward my release far too soon.

Locking my thighs so I didn’t thrust up into his mouth, I fisted the sheets, unable to take my eyes off him as he moved faster over me and twisted his hand, using his tongue in ways I’d never experienced.

“Oh god.” I trembled under him from the effort of holding still. “I’m gonna come,” I warned him so he could pull off.

He didn’t. He just sucked harder and moved his hand faster.

I came hard, shooting into his waiting mouth as the pleasure exploded. Everything from the roots of my hair to the bottoms of my feet tingled and pulsed from the force of my orgasm.

Quinn sucked me through it, and by the time I could blink my eyes open again, he was smiling.

“Good?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I huffed out a strangled laugh. “If by good you mean mind-bendingly amazing.”