“But why?” His whiny tone told me he’d be a brat if not for his proper manners.
“Your orgasm will be more intense if you hold off. Trust me.”
He made a cranky noise and looked at me with a hooded gaze. “You may have to tie me up then.”
“My cheeky Cupcake.” I patted his thigh, going over the restraints I could use on him in my head. “Sit up and open your mouth wide.”
He did and watched me pull on a condom on my cock, then toss the red packet on the sheets for him to see. “I bought strawberry flavored ones hoping you’d like the taste.”
Trent licked his lips. “That’s so cool. Thanks.” The excitement painted on his face was infectious.
I stood on the bed with my feet on both sides of his hips. “Breathe through your nose and make my cock wet before I fuck you.”
He released a whimper and wrapped his full lips around my dick. A kaleidoscope of reactions passed over his face as he explored with his tongue, tasting, opening his mouth wider. Then he looked up at me with eyes filled with wonder.
I fucked into his mouth slowly, holding him by the hair.
“You look beautiful with a dick in your mouth, my Cupcake.”
He moaned, fluttering his lashes. The boy needed praise like his next breath, and I wouldn’t shy away from giving it to him.
I pulled out completely, leaving deep-throating for another day. His saliva linked his chin with my dick and I broke it with a finger, then traced his lips with it. He nuzzled my palm, then kissed the inside of it. His affection warmed my heart while the hook of pure lust sent it hammering in my chest.
“I want your ass in the air and face on the pillow.” He was so on board with what I had to give, I needed to pace myself not to push him too far at once. “Can you do that for me?” I stepped back and kneeled on the bed.
“Yes, Charlie.” He flipped effortlessly and his big, round cheeks ended up right in my face.
I kneaded them, but the muscles didn’t leave much to squeeze.
Trent swayed, and a familiar squelch stopped my movements. “Are you touching yourself?”
“No,” came a weak reply.
“Trent?” My voice was as stern as I could muster when my nose was inches from his buttcrack.
“Yes, but just a little bit.” His tone of voice told me that his newfound bratty behavior was waiting for his punishment as if it was a reward.
It was mad and brought a grin to my face. “Hands behind your back.”
He obliged, so I reached into the treasure chest and took out the set of padded handcuffs I’d purchased with him in mind. The thick leather and solid straps would keep him bound while not marking his wrists if he pulled on them.
I put his hands through the leather and he wiggled his fingers as if unable to contain his excitement. Those tiny reactions were why doing anything with Trent was so rewarding and fun. It was time he wiggled more than his fingers.
His butt was a sculpted thing of beauty—a result of Trent’s workout and the care he put to keep his body in shape. I traced the curve of his ass with my fingertips, barely grasping that it was my Cupcake offering himself to me.
“You’re so beautiful.” He’d probably heard how jacked he was often, but I remembered when he’d been unhappy with the way he looked. “So brave, and so fucking sexy.” He’d expressed his will to experiment, but following his need to explore in such an unabashed way was a testament to his embracing his newfound sexuality with open arms.
I parted his ass cheeks and buried my face between them. With a groan of satisfaction, I dragged my stubbled chin against the delicate skin around his hole. His needy whimper was the sound of the gender affirmation I craved and he gave so freely.
Trent remained still until I flicked my tongue over his rim. He rocked his hips back a fraction as he released a loud moan. I echoed his sentiment, feasting on his pucker until saliva dripped from my chin. With every lick and kiss, Trent’s whimpers grew high in note, as his thighs trembled. I ventured a tentative touch between his legs and found his cockhead wet with pre-cum.
I have to taste it.
Not yet.
“So good, Charlie…” Trent mumbled the rest into a pillow, letting me know he was ready for me to proceed.
I rested my face on his ass, lazily circling his pucker with the pad of my thumb.
