Page 97 of Dad Next Door
My cock was so hard it ached, my balls already high and tight. I hadn’t been joking when I’d told him I was close. Seeing him take my fingers like that, knowing I was giving him pleasure, had been enough to send my arousal into the stratosphere.
Kneeling between his thighs, I rubbed a generous amount of lube over my cock.
“How do you want it?”
“Like this.” He held out his arms.
I lay over him and gripped my cock to line myself up. “Ready?”
He nodded and drew in a deep breath.
I waited until he blew it out and pushed my tip against his hole.
We both moaned when I popped through his outer ring, and my cockhead slipped inside him.
“You okay?” I asked, needing to be sure I wasn’t hurting him.
“Yeah, feels good.” He gripped my ass and squeezed. “Deeper.”
Using the same method as when I’d fingered him, I slowly pushed into him until my thighs brushed his and I was fully sheathed in him.
“Fuck.” I pressed my face into his neck and breathed deep. He felt incredible, but being inside him with no barriers was overwhelming.
I’d never gone bare before, never considered it until Tristan. That had always been a hard limit for me in the past, both in my personal and professional lives.
I hadn’t fully realized how profound the emotional aspects of going bare could be. I’d known it would feel more intimate, but I hadn’t realized it would bring the intimacy to levels I hadn’t even realized were possible.
Not wanting to get lost in my head again, I drew in a deep breath.
He rubbed my back like he sensed I needed a second. That touch was enough to fully break me free and return my focus to Tristan and the moment we were sharing.
Pulling my face out of his neck, I rocked my hips, gently thrusting inside him as our mouths met in an achingly sweet kiss. He moved with me, helping me find a rhythm.
Pleasure and desire coursed through me, inching me closer and closer to release with each passing minute. Not wanting to leave him behind, I threaded one hand between us to grip his cock. He was rock hard and wet with precum.
Stroking him in time with my thrusts, I sped up, going faster but not harder or deeper. Tonight wasn’t about fucking; it was about connection and tenderness. About sharing this first together and being fully present.
Tristan moaned and clenched around my dick. His cock grew harder and pulsed in my hand. He was close.
Strong fingers dug into my ass, urging me to move faster and add a little dip to each thrust so my cockhead dragged over his prostate.
I swallowed his cries but ended up breaking the kiss because the need to come, to see and feel him come, was too much, and I couldn’t concentrate enough to keep kissing him.
Pressing our foreheads together, I shifted my focus to his hands, letting him guide my movements so I gave him exactly what he needed.
Pleasure coiled inside me like a spring ready to explode. I fought it as best I could.
“Oh god,” he gasped, arching into me. His fingers dug into my ass. I sped up, the sound of slapping skin loud enough it drowned out our labored breaths.
With a final stroke of his dick, Tristan came with a strangled gasp. His cock pulsed in my hand, and his ass clenched around my cock. Wetness pooled between us, and I gave in and let go.
Burying my face in his neck, I slammed into him one more time, emptying as deep inside him as possible, filling him with my release.
He moaned and shuddered under me, clutching at my ass, my back, even my thighs as we came together in a quiet explosion of shared pleasure.
When it was over and my brain was working again, I kissed his neck and checked to make sure I hadn’t hurt him.
He was grinning up at me with that goofy smile he got after an orgasm.