Dad Next Door (Crimson Club Book 5)

22. Tristan

“Quinn?”I knocked on the wall next to his open bedroom door, the plug I’d retrieved hidden under my arm.

Silence was my answer.

Taking that as a sign he was still getting ready, I came into his room and tossed the plug on the bed, then sank down next to it.

Quinn’s bedroom suite was incredible.

Mine was the typical modern, minimalist style, with a big open room and a walk-in closet connecting the main room and the bathroom. The only features I liked were the gas fireplace on the wall across from my bed and the balcony.

Quinn’s suite was a collection of smaller rooms that created an almost apartment-style space with a main bedroom, two separate living areas, and a giant walk-in closet with a built-in dressing room that led to his incredible bathroom.

The entire house was done in warm tones with lots of wood accents, splashes of bright colors, and little architectural treasures like ornate shelves, sweeping archways, gilded pillars, and light fixtures that wouldn’t be out of place in a modern art exhibit. The house also had lots of hidden storage built into mundane things like staircases and trapdoors in his closets. He even had a secret room in his loft.

It had character and charm and all the things my house didn’t.

Even with his lack of furniture and tons of empty space, the house was inviting and comfortable. The kind of house that felt like a home.

“Hey.”

Peeling my eyes from the massive chandelier over his bed, I looked toward the closet.

Quinn stood in the doorway, a pair of gray sweats riding low on his hips and a fresh shirt dotted with water stretching across his chest.

“Hey.” I stood. “Feel better?”

“Yeah.” He walked toward me, his steps sure and purposeful. “I hope you don’t mind. I went for comfort over fashion and put these on.”

“I’m not complaining. You know my thoughts on gray sweatpants.”

He grinned and came to a stop in front of me. “I do. I also remember promising to never buy another color of sweatpants again after you told me.” He glanced at the plug I’d put on the bed, then back at me, some of his earlier nervousness back.

“Are you sure you want this?”

He nodded. “I trust you.”

Gently, I placed my hands on his sides and slowly slid them down until I clutched his hips. Tugging him forward, I pressed a soft kiss against his lips.

He deepened the kiss, angling his head to the side and slotting our mouths together.

I let him set the pace, giving him a chance to relax and get out of his head.

He let out a soft sigh. I took the opportunity to sweep my tongue between his parted lips. His moan was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

Strong hands ran over my back, then slipped under my shirt and teased right above my tailbone. I loved feeling his callouses against my skin, loved how his touch could be so tender and soft but still feel possessive.

Not wanting to rush things, I kept our kisses slow and languid. This might be his first time bottoming, but it was also the first time I’d had the chance to top in over a decade. I wanted to make sure we both enjoyed and got to savor every second of it.

He sighed against my mouth, his body relaxing as more of his tension bled away.

Moving slowly, I slipped my hands under his shirt and rubbed the soft skin of his back.

He reached behind him and tugged the shirt up by the collar, forcing us to break the kiss so he could get it off.

“You too,” he whispered, his heated stare roving over my torso.

Not bothering to go slow or try to tease him, I yanked my shirt off and tossed it aside.

“Tris,” he whispered, his eyes glued to my chest.

I’d never been the most confident person, but I wasn’t shy. I looked like a slightly out-of-shape guy in his thirties, and I was okay with that.

But I felt like a supermodel when Quinn looked at me. He made me feel beautiful and desirable and sexy because I knew that was how he saw me.

“Yeah?” I ran one hand down his sculpted chest and trailed my fingers over his flat stomach, stopping right above the waistband of his sweats.

He lifted his gaze to mine. “I want this.”

Smiling, I leaned in and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. “Take your pants off and lay on the bed for me.”

Stepping back, I pulled open my fly and busied myself with shucking off my clothes. By the time I was naked, Quinn lay on the bed, propped up on his elbows and watching me like someone might stare at a chef making their favorite dish.

His rock-hard cock, the tip already shiny with precum, showed me he was in the right headspace for more.

With the grace of a drunken pachyderm, I got up on the bed and knee-walked over to him, almost falling on him when my foot got tangled in the mess of sheets and blankets at the end of the bed.

“So, are you overwhelmed with all the sexiness I’m tossing your way?” I asked through a soft laugh, shaking my foot free. “Are you good and seduced?”

He gripped my hips and yanked, knocking me off balance, and I fell on him in a tangle of limbs and naked flesh. “Never been this seduced in my entire life.”

“Good.” I wiggled a bit to get my knees on either side of his hips. “Because my next trick is to start listing all the weird mating habits of different animals. Glad I can save that one for another night.”

Quinn laughed hard enough that I bounced on his chest. “You have weirder facts than when you told me cats have barbs on their dicks or flatworms have penis fights?”

“So. Many. More. Nature is wild.”

Tenderly, he brushed a lock of hair back from where it had fallen over my forehead. “I’ve never been able to just enjoy sex. It was always a mental battle to keep focused, to make sure I stayed in the moment, but I was never actually in the moment. The concept of joking and laughing and being silly was so foreign to me until you. You’re the only person I haven’t had to pretend with.”

“I’m glad.” I pressed my lips to his chest. “You never have to pretend with me. Just be your wonderful, incredible self.” Another kiss. “Are you feeling better? More relaxed?”

“Yeah.” He grinned cheekily. “And I didn’t even need to hear about how dolphins bone.”

“Trust me when I tell you that dolphins are not the sweet and cute creatures you think they are. Same with otters and penguins.” Leaning in, I kissed the juncture where his shoulder met his neck.

“You’re going to ruin my childhood with these facts, aren’t you?”

“Most definitely. Wait until you hear the truth about clownfish.”

“Not Nemo too.” He tilted his head to the side and ran his big hands up and down my back.

“Yup.” I kissed his neck again, then gently sucked right below his pulse point. I’d discovered that was one of his hotspots and exploited it every chance I got.

“Shit, Tris,” he moaned softly. “That feels good.”

Taking my time, I kissed and nibbled and licked that spot until he was writhing and panting under me, his rock-hard cock digging into my hip.

He pulled my face away from his throat with a strangled groan. “It’s getting really hard to not rub off on you while you do that.”

Pushing off him, I leaned over and yanked the drawer to his bedside table open to get the lube. When I had it, I tossed it next to the plug, then lay over him again.

Our kiss was soft and sweet, but instead of getting lost in him again, I slipped one hand between us and gripped his cock.

He bucked up into my touch and cried out against my mouth.

I slid my hand up his length, squeezing the head the way he liked. He broke the kiss and let his head fall back on the mattress. “Jesus, Tris.”

My own cock was rock hard and aching, my body tight with anticipation. I wanted to keep teasing him, to draw things out as long as possible, but I didn’t want to risk pushing either of us to the point of no return.

Sliding my knees between his legs, I shimmied down his body, raining kisses down on his torso until I was positioned over his cock. Gripping his base, I leaned down and drew his flushed cockhead into my mouth.

His moan was loud and rumbling. His strong fingers carded through my hair, his blunt nails gently scratching my scalp, making tingles explode deep in my body.

Taking my time, I moved over him, keeping my suction light and my pace slow as I teased him.

When my jaw started to ache, I switched to running my tongue up and down his length and mouthing his shaft to keep him right on the edge.

I wanted to make sure he was good and relaxed before we did any sort of ass play. I understood his apprehension, and I didn’t take it personally. I knew it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with how his mind worked.

“Babe,” he croaked, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Getting close.”

Slowly, I let his cock fall from my mouth and pulled off him with a little grin.

“You’re way too good at that.” He blinked a few times, like he was clearing his head.

Getting up on my knees, I sat between his spread legs. “I could do that for hours.”

He huffed out a laugh. “I doubt I could last ten minutes, let alone hours, with your skills.”

“Sounds like another experiment we need to put to the test.” I scooped up the lube and flipped open the cap. “You know, for science.”

“For science,” he repeated, his eyes on the lube.

“You doing okay?”

He nodded but didn’t look away from the bottle in my hand.

“Do you want my mouth first? Get you warmed up before we go further?”

He finally tore his eyes from the lube and looked at me. “I think so.”

I understood what he meant. The few times I’d tried to rim him, he’d gotten stuck in his head and hadn’t been able to relax enough to enjoy it, and we’d had to stop. Again, I didn’t take it personally because I knew it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with a mental block he had no control over.

I’d researched ADHD after he’d told me about his diagnosis so I could better understand him and how his mind worked. He’d spent so much of his life adapting to the world around him that I wanted to create a space for him where he didn’t have to carry that burden and could just be himself and feel seen and loved for exactly who he was.

He did that for everyone in his life; he deserved to have it too.

“Do you want to try something different?” I squirted some lube into my hand. “Switch it up and see if that helps?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“How about you flip over? It might be easier if you’re not looking at me.”

He thought about it for a beat, then nodded. “Yeah. That could work.”

It took a bit of fumbling, but Quinn flipped over so he was on his stomach.

“Do you want to get up on your knees?” I rubbed one hand over his perfect ass.

He let out a shuddering breath and got up on his hands and knees.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” I gently caressed his ass.

His back was ramrod straight, giving away that he was still tense.

“You ready for me to show you how good getting your ass eaten feels?”

I’d never been one for dirty talk, not hearing it and especially not saying it, but with Quinn, it felt natural. And he seemed to enjoy when I did it too.

Quinn’s back dipped as he relaxed. “Yeah,” he croaked. “I want that.”

Loosely, I gripped his cock with my slicked-up hand and stroked down his length.

“You want my tongue, baby?” I gave him a few more strokes.

He spread his legs wider. “Give it to me.”

Still stroking him, I used my free hand to open him up. Pressing my tongue against his taint, I dragged it up his crease, over his hole, and all the way up to his tailbone.

He grunted and spread his legs the slightest bit wider.

Taking that as my cue that he was ready, I sped up my strokes on his dick and fluttered my tongue over his hole.

He pushed back against my mouth with another low groan. This was usually when he lost focus and needed to stop. This was a good sign.

Starting slowly so I didn’t overwhelm him, I teased his hole, licking and kissing the sensitive spot, moving progressively harder and faster, and using his pleasure sounds as my guide.

“Oh fuck.” He fell onto his elbows, his ass in the air. “Holy fuck,” he cried out, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into the bed.

Letting go of his cock, I gripped his hips and held him still. Or at least as still as I could while he writhed and wiggled against my mouth.

“Tris.” His chest hit the bed as his arms seemed to give out on him. “Oh god.”

Wanting more of those cries, I doubled my efforts, using every trick I knew to extract as much pleasure from him as possible, not letting up until he fell onto his stomach with a strangled cry.

“More.” He popped his ass up in the sexiest back arch I’d ever seen. “Give me more.”

Grabbing the lube, I slicked up my fingers and shifted closer to him. “Ready?” I pressed one finger against his softened hole.

“Do it.”

Slowly, I pushed my finger inside him. He was already relaxed enough that I slid in with almost no resistance.

“Two,” he ordered after only a few strokes.

I worked a second one in, making sure I hit his spot with each glide of my fingers.

He rocked with me, dragging his cock against the bed. I let him set the pace as I traced my eyes over his back and thighs.

His body was magnificent, but it was the position he was in that was driving me crazy. I’d never really had a dominant side per se but seeing him spread out and fucking himself on my fingers triggered a part of me that didn’t want to just make love to him—it wanted to claim him.

“Now.” He clenched around my fingers. “Do it now, Tris.”

Slowing my fingers, I gently pulled them out of him. He stayed where he was, his body limp.

My own dick was aching, my balls so tight they twinged, but I ignored them and picked up the plug.

The cracking of the plastic casing echoed like a whip as I peeled it open and pried the plug free. When it was out, I tossed the packaging aside and quickly rubbed a generous amount of lube over it.

“You doing okay?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He popped his hips up again and spread his knees wide, almost in a frog pose.

“You’re doing good.” I pressed the tip of the plug against his hole. “Breathe in.”

He sucked in a breath, then slowly let it out.

Gently, I pressed the plug against him until the tip popped through and breached him.

“That’s it.” I kept my tone even and soft as I pushed the plug inside him. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

I paused when it was about a quarter of the way in him, angled it so the tip would hit his prostate, and gently fucked him with it.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered and pushed back against it, forcing more of it inside him with each thrust.

“There you go.” I rubbed his ass cheek and added a little more pressure on the plug to help it slip in further.

He grunted and wiggled a bit as he stretched around the widest part of it.

“Just a little bit more. You’ve got this,” I urged when his rhythm faltered. Watching him take the plug was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

With a gasping breath, he pushed back against the plug, the last inch of it disappearing inside him before the base settled against his skin.

“Fuck!” He shuddered and fell on the bed, his hips twitching.

Laying over him, I fit my dick between his plump ass cheeks and dropped little kisses on his back and shoulders. The base of the plug rubbed against my shaft, the friction helping to calm my desire so I could focus on Quinn and not on how turned on I was.

He wiggled and panted and thrust his hips beneath me, shifting the plug inside him so it hit exactly where he needed it to while simultaneously rubbing his cock against the sheets.

“Does that feel good?” I whispered, my lips next to his ear.

“Yeah. So good,” he choked out.

“Now imagine how good it’ll feel when it’s my cock.” I kissed his cheek. “When it’s me giving you exactly what you need.”

He lifted his head and rubbed his cheek against mine. “Fuck, Tris.”

“Do you want that?”

He clenched his cheeks around my cock, his hips moving as he humped the bed. The movement was the same as though he was stroking me, and while it most likely wasn’t intentional, it was so good I had to pull my dick free so I didn’t come.

“I want it.”

I moved off him. He got up on his hands and knees, his arms and legs shaking and wobbly. “Fuck me.” He looked over his shoulder, his eyes blazing with lust and desire.

Gripping the plug base, I slowly pulled it out of him, wiggling and twisting it to make it easier. “That’s it, you’re doing so good, baby.”

He moaned but didn’t look away.

When the plug was free, I tossed it aside and sat back on my heels. “How do you want it?”

He paused, indecision clouding his features.

“Do you want to start from behind?” I found the lube and poured some into my hand.

“Yeah, okay.” He lay down on the bed and spread his legs wide. “But like this. I need to feel you.”