Chapter 26 #2
I keep my eyes on myself in the mirror while he’s peeing, then bend to spit and swish as he grabs his toothbrush.
While he’s brushing, I set up the camera in the shower stall and make sure that the camera lens isn’t steaming up.
I bought several cameras, and this one is an action camera that’s intended for use in wet environments.
Since this is the first time we’re using it for its intended purpose, I’m a little worried that the video quality won’t be as good as what we usually post.
Trent joins me as I’m deciding it’s as good as it’s going to get, but when he moves to close the glass door, I stop him with a hand. “Leave it open so the steam escapes. I’m not sure how the camera will do in a steamy shower, but I’d rather err on the side of caution.”
Trent dips his chin and his camera smirk appears on his lips.
I like all his smiles, but the one he gets when we’re filming is wickedly delightful.
Somehow it cranks him up from a ten, and I think I’ve been Pavloved by it because as soon as I see it, my cock starts plumping up. He’s so damn sexy when he’s trying.
“You nervous?” he asks, stepping back to let the water cascade over his shoulders.
My stomach flutters, and I grimace. “I wasn’t until you asked.”
The mischievous chuckle that erupts from him makes the stomach fluttering worse, and a blush creeps up on me like we’ve never been naked in a video together before.
“Might be nervous, but you’re ready to go, if you want to.
Consent matters, and we’ve done this before, but if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.
You are allowed to withdraw your consent at any time.
” He offers me his hand, but he looks at the camera.
“That goes for you guys, too. Consent isn’t a given, and you are allowed to retract it if you’re uncomfortable, lose interest, or simply don’t want to do the thing you’ve agreed to. ”
I take his hand and let him pull me in close enough to put his arm around my body and bring us side to side.
His cock is standing at half mast, and mine is fully charged, and I wonder what kind of picture we make like this.
The warmth of the water at my back is calming, but so is the stalwart presence at my side.
Trent is in this with me, and he’s going to make sure that everything we do is consensual and fun. There’s really no need to be nervous.
Huh. Maybe that’s another thing to talk to my therapist about. Getting nervous doesn’t mean I don’t want to do this, but I should probably try to discover the source of the problem so I can address it and not have bouts of stomach flutters every time we try something new.
Trent looks at me with the same concern and intensity that he always has, and my mouth goes dry. There’s something about staring into his eyes when I’m like this that makes it all worse than the first time I spoke in a public address.
I make a mental note to call Alicia as soon as we’re back.
“If you want me to leave so you can shower alone, I will, Magnus.”
I swallow to gather some spit and shake my head, trying and failing not to squeak. “I’m ok.” I clear my throat and involuntarily squeeze his body where my hand is resting on it. “I’m just nervous, that’s all, but I promise I’m a willing and eager participant in this fan service video.”
Trent laughs and pulls me ever so slightly tighter into his body. He lifts his free hand and wiggles it at me. “Mind if I touch your cock now?”
A wash of need nearly drowns me, and I nod my head like a bobblehead on the dashboard of a car driving over cobblestone. “Yes. I mean, no. I mean, please do. Fuck.”
Trent chuckles softly, but the effect is lost on me because he grabs my shaft, and it’s like I lose all control over my entire body. I’d forgotten how good his hand is when he’s stroking me. How did I forget this? He’s so fucking good at this.
“That’s it, baby,” he utters, bringing my attention to the frankly pornographic noises coming out of my throat.
I have absolutely zero ability to stifle them at all.
“Fuck, the noises you make,” he rumbles.
He brings his other hand around and pinches my nipple, and that slight pain is all it takes.
My hands shoot out to hold onto him as my body erupts and my cock pulses.
The wave of orgasmic bliss tumbles through me as my entire soul leaves my body.
Trent strokes me with jets of cum coating his hand and takes me through the aftershocks to the point just before too-much.
When he finally releases my cock, he brings his hand up to his own mouth and stares down at me as he swipes his tongue up his palm in one deliberate and fucking sexy lick.
I huff a laconic laugh, shaking my head at him. “Gross.”
“Not even a little,” he replies, then deliberately looks down at his beautiful cock. “Do you want to return in kind? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, and I won’t be mad, but I will use your cum as lube.”
The mental picture that little warning gives me is almost enough to get me hard again. Fuck. Fuck. “I might want to see that, but not at this moment.”
Instead, I’m going to find out what it feels like to have his dick in my hands, but maybe from a little bit closer since my legs feel a bit like cooked noodles.