Page 96 of Dad Next Door

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret this.”

“I won’t. I couldn’t. It’s you. I could never regret anything between us.”

I’d never understood what people meant when they said their heart swelled or skipped a beat because both of those actions were typically a medical emergency and not something sexy, but in that moment, I understood they didn’t mean it literally.

“I couldn’t regret anything between us either,” I said softly, trying like hell to keep my emotions off my face.

I’d expected that having sex with Tristan for the first time would be emotional, but I never could have imagined it would be like this, where I could barely keep track of what I was feeling.

Sensing that my thoughts were about to go rogue, I focused my energy and attention on Tristan. I could have an existential crisis later. Right now I needed to make love to my boyfriend.

Grabbing the lube with one hand, I leaned down and kissed him.

He kissed me back, his hands moving over my back in slow circles that lit me up from the inside.

When my body was back to being as tight as a drum and my dick was impersonating a crowbar, I broke the kiss long enough to slick up my fingers with some lube.

“Ready?” I pressed the tip of my finger against his hole.

He nodded.

I watched his face so I could see when he bore down, then pushed my finger inside him.

Moving slowly, I gently pulsed my finger, going a bit deeper with each tiny thrust.

“There you go, babe,” I praised when I was all the way inside him. “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah.” He panted and wiggled against my digit.

Carefully, I pulled my finger almost all the way out of him, then slowly pushed back in.

His moan was loud and low and one of the hottest things I’d ever heard.

Taking a chance, I crooked my finger and felt around for his prostate.

“Oh god,” he moaned as I dragged my finger over it.

Looking between his ass and his face, I found a rhythm and worked my finger in and out of him, teasing his spot and giving him as much pleasure as possible.

“Quinn.”

Hearing my name in that lustful moan tested my already tenuous control. “Ready for more?”

“Yeah.” He clenched around my digit. “Two.”

Being as careful as possible, I worked a second finger in. Before I could do more than brush his spot, he rocked his hips, forcing me to move inside him.

“Jesus,” I watched him in rapt fascination, taking in every detail from his flushed skin to the needy desire on his face as he pushed back on my fingers. “You look so hot right now, Tris. Do you need three?”

He nodded and spread his legs even wider.

Taking my time, I teased him open with three fingers, drinking in every detail and memorizing every little sound he made.

“Now, please,” he practically begged. “I need more.”

“Okay.” I pulled my fingers out of him and wiped them on the bed. “Let me get ready.”

He nodded and lay back, his legs spread wide and his hole shiny with lube.