Page 93 of Dad Next Door
He was beautiful.
Leaning in, I brushed a kiss against his lips. He tried to kiss me back.
I pulled away with a smirk and a shake of my head.
Sitting on his thighs, I put one hand on his shoulder to anchor myself, then leaned back and did a series of body waves, making sure to let the material of my pants brush against his skin with each one.
He moaned when I dragged my cock over his chest, letting him feel how hard he made me.
Catching the downbeat of the song, I shackled his wrists and lifted his arms. Still grinding over him, I placed his hands against my pecs and let his wrists go.
My strip tease had turned into a lap dance, but based on the way Tristan was greedily running his hands over my torso, I figured that wasn’t an issue.
Not wanting to get too distracted, I moved off his lap, not bothering to hide my smile when Tristan leaned forward and practically made grabby hands at me in his haste to keep touching me.
I waggled my finger at him in a nope motion, adding some of my belly dancing moves to make the body rolls pop.
He groaned and dropped his hands with a pout.
Resuming my position in front of him, I whipped my shirt off and tossed it aside, dropping low, then popping back up as it floated to the floor.
With about a minute left of the song, I let the music take over. I didn’t think about how I was moving or what I was doing. I just kept my eyes on the man I was falling for and danced for him.
When the song ended, I stepped between his legs and sank to my knees.
His eyes went comically round, but he didn’t move as I pressed my cheek against his cock, nuzzling the hard flesh as silence filled the room.
“Quinn?” he asked, or rather, croaked.
I kissed his cock, right over his pants. “Lay back.”
He did, his chest rising and falling in rapid pulses.
My mouth watered as I undid his pants and pulled them open. I’d discovered I was a fan of sucking dick, at least when that dick belonged to Tristan. I loved the intimacy of pleasuring him, but I also enjoyed the way he felt in my mouth. How his taste filled my senses and how I could tease the most incredible sounds out of him.
Carefully, I pulled his cock free from his briefs and stroked it. He was hot and hard and slick with precum. Not wanting to wait another second, I closed my mouth around his cockhead and sucked.
He bucked up into my mouth, driving his dick almost to the back of my throat.
“Sorry,” he gasped, his thighs trembling as his hands scrabbled for purchase on my sheets.
I pulled off him. “Go ahead. Fuck my mouth.”
“Are you sure?” He lifted his head to look down the line of his body at me.
“Yeah. Just not too deep. I still haven’t gotten a handle on my gag reflex.” I gave his shaft a few hard strokes.
He groaned and let his head flop back onto the bed. “God, you feel good.”
I licked his slit, then dipped my tongue inside.
He jerked, another strangled cry falling from his lips.
Shifting so I was over him, I sucked on his cockhead and relaxed my jaw so he could fuck my mouth.
He tentatively popped his hips up, sliding his cock through my lips and over my tongue. I moaned to let him know I liked it.
One of his hands cupped the side of my neck, the touch gentle but still proprietary. I locked eyes with him, and the heat and desire I saw in them were staggering.