Page 95 of Dad Next Door
“Quinn?”
“Sorry. Just got lost for a second.”
He smiled and ran his fingertips over my cheek. “You don’t need to apologize. I know how your mind works.” Leaning up, he pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “Everything okay?”
“It’s perfect.” I kissed his cheek, then his jaw. “You good?”
“Yeah.” He ran his hands up and down my back.
Trailing my lips down his throat, I kissed a line down his body until I was over his cock. Instead of taking him in my mouth again, I cupped the backs of his thighs and pushed them up.
“Are you sure?”
“I want to.” I kissed his inner thigh. “You said you like it.”
“I do, it’s just...”
“Relax, babe.” I kissed that spot again. “Let me take care of you.”
Letting out a shuddering breath, he pulled his legs all the way up and held his knees against his chest.
Seeing him all spread out and open for me was arousing in a way that wasn’t just physical. It showed how much he trusted me, and I knew just how precious of a gift that was.
Lowering my mouth to him, I swiped my tongue over his hole.
He jerked but didn’t try to pull away.
I did it again, going slower and pressing harder. This time he clenched. Fuck, that was sexy.
Not thinking too hard about what I was doing or trying to replicate techniques I’d seen in porn, I used his reactions to figure out exactly how he liked it, and in only minutes, he was writhing on the bed and pushing back against my mouth, a steady stream of curses and nonsensical babbles filling the air.
“Too much,” he gasped.
I pulled back and wiped my chin.
“Oh my god, that…you…” His legs flopped down so he was splayed open. “I almost came. That’s never happened.”
“Now that’s what I like to hear.” I crawled over him and went to get the lube and a condom out of my bedside table.
“Do you want my mouth?” he asked, a goofy grin still splitting his lips.
“Next time.” I grabbed the lube and tossed it onto the bed. “I’m so close. I don’t want to risk ending the party before we get it started.”
He huffed out a laugh as I kept digging around in my drawer. I wasn’t close enough to see inside the drawer, and I’d forgotten just how much crap I’d shoved in there.
“What are you looking for?” He gently rubbed my sides.
“A condom. I put some in here earlier. Argh.” I pulled my hand free and groaned. “I have more in the bathroom. Hold that thought.” I dropped a kiss against his forehead.
“Wait.”
I froze.
“You don’t need to wear one.”
We’d both gotten tested, even though neither of us had been with anyone since our previous rounds of tests. We’d also talked about going bare when we had sex, but a part of me thought he’d change his mind once we started.
“Not unless you want to,” he added.