asked, raising a brow, and Easton nodded without hesitation.
Pushing himself off the truck, Easton hid away a smile as he followed behind Trent toward the man’s house. He walked up the stairs onto the porch and Trent opened the front door, allowing him to proceed into the house. Easton shoved his hands into his back pockets and waited in the entryway for clear direction.
Trent lifted his cowboy hat off his head and placed it on the hook by the door before running his fingers through Easton’s hair.
“Shower first?”
“Yeah.” Easton thought that was the best decision.
“Down the hall, first door on the right. Take a shower and then wait for me on the bed, naked,” Trent told him.
Easton nodded his head. “Yes, sir,” he said, following the man’s directions.
When he stepped into the bedroom, he quickly realized that he wasn’t inside Trent’s room. There weren’t any pictures on the pale yellow walls. The only pieces of furniture in the room were a king-sized bed and a dresser—neither item looked as if it were used within the last few years. Shrugging his shoulders, Easton stripped off his clothing and folded the dirty items, placing them on the floor next to the dresser.
He strode into the bathroom and turned the water on, quickly stepping under the spray. Easton grabbed the shower gel and scrubbed himself from head to toe. When he was done, he shut the water off and stepped out of the stall. Grabbing a towel, Easton dried off in record time and raced back to the bedroom.
He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Trent. The silence inside the bedroom was deafening and as the minutes ticked by, Easton started losing faith in Trent. Standing up, he started pacing the length of the bedroom.
Should I just get dressed and leave? Did he forget I was waiting for him? Didn’t he say to wait for him in here? Shit, what if he changed his mind?
Trent walked in and Easton stopped in his tracks, his thoughts scattering. A very naked, wet-haired Trent strode right up to him. He wrapped a hand around Easton’s throat and walked him backward toward the bed. Opening his mouth, he started panting as Trent applied pressure. When the back of his legs hit the bed, Trent pushed him and Easton fell backward.
“Move to the middle of the bed,” Trent ordered and Easton scooted sideways, moving his body until he was where Trent wanted him to be.
When he was in position, Trent climbed up onto the bed and crawled toward him. The man’s green eyes sparked with lust and he licked his lips. Easton’s hands itched to reach out and touch, but he kept them in place, firmly on the mattress.
Trent climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, and Easton moaned as hot, naked skin brushed against his. Trent slid his hands up Easton’s chest and he shivered from the contact. When the man’s fingers tweaked his nipples, Easton yelped from the sharp pain. It quickly morphed into pleasure, making his cock jerk, and pre-cum leak from the tip of his aching shaft.
Shaking with excitement, Easton stared at Trent, begging for more with his eyes. The older man gripped Easton’s wrists and brought them up toward the metal headboard and pinned his arms above his head.
“You’re mine,” he said, declaring ownership, and Easton swallowed hard.
“Yes, sir.”
He wanted to do exactly as Trent commanded. The urge to submit to the older man rocked him. He’d had fantasies of this and hoped to god that Trent would keep going. Trent was exactly where Easton wanted him—naked, straddling him, bare skin pressed against bare skin. There was no way Easton would move without the order from Trent. The older man was in control and he didn’t want to do or say anything that might stop Trent.
“Keep your hands there,” Trent ordered, and Easton obeyed.
The older man moved his hands and Easton stayed limp, giving Trent the power to do as he wished. Trent wrapped a cold metal cuff around Easton’s wrist and clicked it into place before