I took his hand off my thigh and licked his index finger, meeting his surprised gaze between my thighs.
Then I guided it to my ass. It went in to the first knuckle with a burn. But combined with his sucking, my orgasm built and I rode his face and finger, shattering above him.
“Trent, fuck. Ah!” I convulsed, letting the wave engulf me.
Still trembling, I slid down his body and lay on his chest. “So good,” I mumbled into the crook of his neck.
“Thank you. I nearly came myself from your moans and the taste of you.” The smug bastard was licking his lips, so I captured them in a kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, grinning.
I pulled away and straddled his hips, feeling his monster of a cock poke my asscheek. “You wanted to experiment. What did you have in mind?” I reached behind and stroked his balls.
Trent bit his lip, his gaze roaming over my body. The self-consciousness and dysphoria threatened to rear their ugly heads, but the absolute lust in Trent’s eyes helped me keep them at bay.
“What would you do to me if I was—” he frowned, contemplating his words or maybe looking for a phrase. “A bottom. And into ass play.”
The beauty in his honesty shot right into my heart. And I was willing to indulge his curiosity.
“I would play with your hole until you’d beg me to fill it. Then I’d milk you by massaging your prostate, listening to you moan.”
Trent parted his lips. “Make me moan, Charlie. Please.”
His small-town boy manners were a total turn-on.
“Hold on to the headboard.”
Chapter Nine
Trent
Iwas dreaming. That had to be it.
I was a willing participant, but the reality was skewed. In a good way. Charlie didn’t expect me to overpower him or be rough because of my size. Instead, he listened to me and read my deepest desires like an open book. The novelty of that experience was a complete eye-opener, and I put my body in Charlie’s hands with trust. He could do as he saw fit, and I was certain he would take care of me like no one ever had.
His warrior body was adorned by scars mapping his brave journey to becoming the person he was now. His lithe physiqueand flat stomach told me he worked out but to stay in shape, not get ripped. The time I spent at the gym made me feel vain, but working out had been the one thing that gave me confidence and let me burn energy at the same time. Now I see how much the latter mattered when I’d lost access to a proper workout space.
Thankfully, Charlie was helping me get rid of my pent-up horniness.
Charlie caressed the inside of my thighs, sending goosebumps up my legs. I followed his prompt and lifted my hips for him to put a pillow under my ass, then I spread my thighs wider.
My heart beat fast at the lust-filled expression he had looking at my body. Thankful for my grip on the headboard, I held still when Charlie dipped his head. He placed a kiss on my groin, the side of my cock, and my balls, inching lower.
I moaned and closed my legs around Charlie’s head on instinct.
He emerged with lifted eyebrows.
“Sorry. It just felt so good.” I parted my thighs.
“Let’s try again.” Charlie’s smirk was the reason butterflies were having a rave in my belly. Full-on with music and glow sticks.
The moment his tongue flicked over my sac, I pulled my legs together. Shit.
“Stop that,” he laughed. “Or I’ll have to tie you up.”
“That’s a great idea! I won’t hurt you that way. I have resistance bands in the duffel right in the corner.” Excitement flowed through me at the thought of Charlie having all the power over me.
“Are you sure about this?” Charlie frowned, caressing my ankle.
“Yeah. I trust you, babe.” I propped myself on my elbows to see him better.
