Page 91 of Dad Next Door
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“I had a really good time tonight,” Tristan said as I turned off the car.
“Me too.” I pulled the keys from the ignition. “I haven’t had that much fun in forever.”
“Yeah. I can’t remember the last time I had a night out like that.” He rubbed his hand against his thigh.
Tristan had gotten quiet during the last ten minutes of the drive home. I could tell from his body language that he was distracted by something.
“Do you want to hang out for a bit longer?” I asked.
He nodded, his expression going from shy to grateful.
“Maybe we can go to my place? It’ll be quieter.”
“Yeah.” He nodded again. “We won’t get a moment’s peace if we wake up my menagerie.”
Silently, we got out of my car and made our way into my house.
When we were in my main foyer, I turned to him, but before I could tell him I wasn’t expecting anything and we could watch a movie or something, he held out his hand.
“I’m ready.”
It took a moment for my brain to connect the dots. Was he saying he was ready for more? For everything?
My instinct was to ask if he was sure, but I bit that back. Tristan was a grown man who knew his own mind.
“What are you ready for?” I asked instead, taking his hand in mine.
“Everything.” He huffed out a laugh. “I feel like an idiot for using euphemisms at my age, but that’s what I want tonight. What about you? What are you ready for?”
“Everything.” I lifted his hand and pressed a kiss against his knuckles. “Let’s go to my room.”
He let out a shaky breath and nodded.
Silently, we made our way to my bedroom.
“Are you nervous?” I asked, closing the door behind us.
“Not nervous.” He glanced around. “More apprehensive. Not that that sounds much better.”
“I get what you mean.” I tugged him over to my bed. “I’m apprehensive too. I don’t know how to ask this without sounding like a baby bi, but which one of us is going to…”
“Top?” The corner of his mouth curled up in a sexy-as-hell smirk.
“Yeah.”
“You.” He leaned in and kissed me. “I want you to top me.”
Once again, my instinct was to question him and make sure that was really what he wanted and he wasn’t just saying that because he thought it was my preference.
I’d spent more time than I’d ever admit thinking about having sex with Tristan, and my fantasies were split equally between topping and bottoming. I wanted both, but for our first time together, I wanted to make sure tonight was all about Tristan.
He stepped closer to me, his chest brushing mine. Wrapping my arms around him, I emptied my mind and deepened the kiss.
Moving slowly, deliberately, I traced one hand down the front of his shirt, then gently cupped his cock. He pressed into my touch, his erection hot and hard against my palm.