Trent’s lips parted, and he nodded. His cock twitched and a drop of precum landed between his feet.
“I want you to say it.”
“Yes, I—” He swallowed, but was not shying away. “I’d love to suck your cock, Charlie.”
Oh God, this man will be the death of me.
“If you’ll be good and let me clean you, I’ll let you do it.”
“Thank you.” The eagerness in his steady tone told me he was ready for what I had in store for him.
The valleys of his abs were magnificent, flexing with his every breath as I traced them with my fingertips up to his pecs. Using the shower gel from the tiny shelf, I grazed my thumb over his nipple and he inhaled sharply.
“Some of this may be new to you, so if you want me to slow down, say yellow. Red is for stop. Does that make sense?” I caressed his hips as I looked up to see his expression. He licked his lips and nodded without an ounce of hesitation.
“Yeah. It’s what they used in the BDSM porn I’ve seen. You’ll let me know if something is off, too, right?” He linked his hands behind his back and lowered his gaze.
Oh, that’s the stuff he’d been watching…
“Of course.” My body was buzzing with the new knowledge in the face of a naked Trent. I had to be careful though. Willingness didn’t mean he was ready.
I lathered his chest and upper thighs, avoiding his cock that bounced up every few seconds. With a gentle grip, I played with his sac, looking up at his flushed face.
“Please.” His needy whisper broke through the sound of the falling water.
I let go of him and stepped back. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
He moved so quickly, his feet slipped on the soapy floor, parting more, but he kept them in that position, showing off his pert ass. Damn, I could bounce a coin off it.
Edging myself as much as Trent, I washed his back, arms, and sides, then lathered his butt cheeks. Tentatively, I slid my hand down his crack. He flinched, then pushed his backside my way. His initial reaction was understandable for a person unused to being touched there by someone else. But clearly, he was more than willing to take a leap.
I traced his pucker with my finger, stopping to circle it gently. He didn’t move this time. Instead, he whimpered and widened his stance.
“That’s a tight hole. I’d love to fuck it.” I put pressure on the rim, feeling it give way.
“Oh God, Charlie, please.”
I kissed his shoulder blade. “Not yet. But you deserve your reward. Stand with your back to the wall and wait.”
He did. The rush of power at his beautiful compliance convinced me to take risks with him.
“Before we do anything, I want to say I was tested a few weeks ago and I’m good to go,” Trent said in a flurry of words. “I have the results on my phone, if you want to—”
I put a finger on his lips. “Thank you for telling me. I can’t give you anything either.”
With a quick peck to cheek, I reached for the shower gel and washed quickly, aware of Trent’s eyes on my body, the scars and tattoos. The lust in his expression was the most affirming gender care I could have dreamed of.
I took Trent’s hand and put it on my chest. “You can touch me, Cupcake.”
He towered over me, so much taller and bigger, but he didn’t loom. On the contrary, he looked at me for guidance.
“Wherever I want?”
“Yes. I’ll stop you if it’s something I don’t like.”
He nodded, his gaze full of wonder as he traced his fingertips over the guitar tattoo that spanned from my shoulder to my forearm. He then moved down my flat stomach to a thin trail of hair. I still remember how happy I’d been seeing body hair grow in new places after months on T.
“You’re so beautiful,” Trent said with such sincerity, I felt it in my heart.
