Dad Next Door (Crimson Club Book 5)

18. Quinn

“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.

Wanting more, I pulled my hand away and started working on the buttons of his shirt, slipping each one free while we kissed like we were each other’s source of oxygen.

When his shirt was off and on the floor, he broke our kiss and swayed on his feet.

“Babe?” I asked, the endearment slipping out.

“You’re really good at that.” He laughed hoarsely. “I forgot to breathe for a second there.”

“How about we lay down? That way we don’t have to worry about gravity.”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best.” He sank down on the edge of the bed. “Gravity is not my friend right now.”

“Let me just get this off.” I popped the top button on my shirt free.

“One of these days, you owe me a striptease.” He leaned back on his hands, his usual confidence back. “Don’t think I forgot about that conversation.”

“That’s true, I do.” I did a little hip wiggle that was more sassy than seductive. “I mean, I’m always up for a performance.”

“Yeah?” His entire face lit up with excitement.

“If you want me to.”

“I want you to.”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it. “I need music.”

“Music is a must,” he agreed solemnly.

Opening Spotify, I clicked on a song I loved to dance to but had never used on stage. I wanted this to be special, something that was just for us.

“Hit play when you’re ready.” I handed him the phone.

He glanced at the screen. “Ready?”

“Whenever you are.”

He pressed play, and the opening notes of “Legends Are Made” by Sam Tinnesz came over the speaker.

I let the first ten seconds of the song play, then moved my hips in time with the beat, rolling them in a sensual wave.

Keeping my eyes on him, I undid the next button on my shirt, then moved to the following one.

He licked his lips, his eyes roving over my body hungrily.

I loved it when he looked at me like that. I was no stranger to people lusting after me, but the heat in Tristan’s eyes was different from what I was used to seeing. Those looks were lewd and made me feel like an object.

Tristan looked at me like I was special and beautiful. He didn’t just want my body. He wanted all of me.

When the final button was free, I let the shirt fall open and ran my hands over my chest and stomach teasingly.

Tristan cupped his cock, the bulge in his pants as obvious as mine.

If I’d been on stage, I would have pulled out my more difficult moves to wow him, the ones that made the crowd scream and showed off my years of training.

But that wasn’t what tonight was about. I didn’t want to put on a show for him; I wanted to show him how much he meant to me and how much he turned me on.

Stepping closer, I straddled his spread legs and slowly sank down until I hovered right above his thighs, our bare chests only inches apart.

His breathing hitched. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his eyes were bright.

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.

Tristan was never stingy with his affection, and he never tried to hide his arousal or downplay his reactions, but I’d never seen that look before. It was hungry and dark and so filled with desire my stomach swooped, and my every instinct told me to stay exactly how I was so he could use me for his pleasure.

The next thrust of his hips was faster, and the one after that went a little deeper, like he was testing my limits. I sucked as hard as I dared, not just wanting more, but needing it.

The new side of Tristan was breaking my brain in the best way possible.

His eyes blazed with heat, then he was moving in earnest, fucking my mouth the way I’d told him to.

I moaned and held still, relishing the sensation of not being used, exactly, but being able to give him this pleasure. To let him take what he needed and show me what he wanted.

My cock was hard and leaking in my briefs. I rubbed it, trying to use a little friction to distract myself so I could focus on Tristan and not on how turned on I was.

“Fuck, too much.” He gently pulled me off him. “Kiss me.”

Eagerly, I climbed over him, bracketing him with my arms, and obliged.

All thoughts of being suave or even deliberate flew from my mind as our kiss devolved into something hot and hard and messy. We clawed at each other in our haste to get naked.

After a few minutes of rolling around and only managing to get our pants down around our knees since neither of us was willing to stop kissing, I forced myself to pull away so we could focus on getting the rest of our clothes off.

“How?” Tristan gasped and lay back on the bed, his chest heaving. “How do I keep forgetting to breathe when you kiss me?”

“It’s crazy, right? I was about three seconds from blacking out.” I sat on my butt and shoved my pants and underwear down so they were around my ankles. “Shoes, genius,” I muttered at the offending footwear. I’d forgotten I was wearing them.

“Shoes?” Tristan asked dazedly. “Right. Shoes. Those things on my feet.” He sat up, struggling a bit and nearly falling back. “Please tell me this is way sexier than I think it is? Lie to me if you have to.”

“It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I yanked off my shoes and tossed them aside. Grabbing one sock, I tugged hard. The sock got stuck when it was about halfway off, leaving me holding it while trying to kick my foot free. “Just like I’m sure this is the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.”

He snickered. “You should incorporate that into your next dance shift.” He pulled off his shoes and tossed them over the side of my bed.

“I don’t wear socks on stage for this very reason.” I managed to get my sock off, then went to work on the other one. “So, did you like my dancing?”

“Fishing for compliments?” He smirked and waved his socks at me.

“Show-off.” I got the other one off and peeled my pants and underwear off. Tossing the bundle of clothes over my shoulder, I leaned back on one elbow and stretched out like I was posing.

“Jesus,” he breathed, his hands on his pants as he froze mid-motion. “It’s like having a centerfold in my bed.” He shook his head like he was breaking free from a daze. “Are centerfolds still a thing?”

“No clue.” I stroked my cock lazily, mostly to tease him but also to give myself some relief. Even the break in the action wasn’t enough to calm my desire. “You never answered me.”

“I think this says it all.” He waved at his cock, which was as hard as mine. “Why are pants so complicated?” He kicked his legs a few times, but his slacks were somehow twisted up with his underwear, and they didn’t budge.

Letting go of my dick, I got up on my hands and knees and crawled over to him. “I got you.”

He lay back and let me tug his pants down.

When we were both finally naked, I crawled over him. He spread his legs wide. I settled between them and lowered so I was lying on him. He gripped my waist hard enough to sting and rocked his hips, dragging his cock against mine.

I took a moment to look at him, to take in every little detail of the moment and commit it to memory.

He lay beneath me passively, instinctively knowing I needed a second to recenter.

This wasn’t just the first time I was having sex in over six years; it was the first time I was making love to someone, ever.

I’d wanted tonight to be all about him, to chase away the ghosts and demons of his past and replace them with happy memories of sex between people who cared about and respected each other.

But which one of us needed that more?

A soft hand pressed against my cheek, knocking me free from my daze.

“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.

“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.

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.

“Good?” I asked with a chuckle. Not because anything was funny, but because I was suddenly filled with euphoria and needed to let it out. “Hello, endorphins,” I said stupidly.

He laughed, making his ass clench around my spent dick in a rippling wave that took my breath away.

Tristan must have realized what happened because he shot me an impish grin and clenched hard, squeezing my oversensitive dick.

This time I choked on nothing as stars exploded in my vision.

“Jesus.” I pulled out of him before my cock had any thoughts of round two. “I’m going to remember that, brat.”

“Who, me?” he asked innocently.

“Yes, you.” I dropped a kiss on his lips. “Am I crushing you?”

“No.” He wrapped his arms around me and tugged me against him. “I like it. Makes me feel safe.”

“You’re safe with me, Tris. Always.”

He squeezed me tight, his breathing going funny for a second.

I lay over him and basked in the afterglow, not wanting to move but knowing it was only a matter of time before the cool air permeated our little bubble.

“Can I stay tonight?” he asked brokenly.

“Yes.” I kissed his cheek, then shifted off him. “Let’s take a shower first.”

He nodded, his eyes shy again.

Not knowing what to say and not really sure he needed me to say anything at all, I sat up and gave him a moment to collect himself.

Tonight had changed things between us—at least they had for me. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I knew that nothing between us would ever be casual or low-key again.