Trust in Me - Quinn Ward Page 0,75

known she would be worried. Mandy was a hardass who I’d been convinced wanted me gone, but in reality, she demanded the best effort from everyone, from the youngest student all the way to the leaders of the school. I admired her for that.

“It will be,” I assured her. “I know the timing is less than ideal, but I’ll be working remotely on the planning for next year. If we receive the list of applicants for the open History position, forward them to me.”

“Will do, Sir.”

I glared at her. She knew I hated it when she went all formal on me.

She laughed, waving me out of the office. “Get your ass out of here. Whatever’s going on must be important for you to take time off.”

Sam was the most important person in my life. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for him, and most immediately, that meant fucking him utterly senseless to celebrate him finishing college. Then, I planned to help him sink deeper than he’d ever been before.

On my way to the car, I tapped out a quick message to my boy. Without guidance, I knew he’d be deep into his little space by the time I got home, and that wouldn’t work for what I had planned.

I’m on my way. Wait for me in the bedroom, Sam.

His response was almost instantaneous. Yes, Daddy.

Good boy.

My hands shook like they hadn’t since I was first exploring my desires, as I pressed the garage door opener. Everything with Sam felt like trying to navigate uncharted waters and tonight I’d be pushing him further than I ever had before. I loved him with every fiber of my being, but he had no clue how scared I was of saying or doing the wrong thing.

I’d actually researched how to be with a trans man before agreeing to do anything with him, and what I’d learned left me more confused than before. There was no one way of having sex with a trans man.

I stepped into the house, listening for signs of life. I knew Sam was home because his car was in the garage next to mine, but the house was still. I stopped off in the guest room, pushing aside sweaters and outwear. It had been a risky hiding spot since this was the room Sam’s parents had stayed in when they visited, but it was also the only room of the house were Sam rarely entered.

My hands shook as I reached for the wrapped package. Now that I was giving it to him, I was kicking myself for not talking to him about this before whipping out my credit card. There was a chance he’d hate it, that he’d take it as a sign I wasn’t happy with him the way he was. Nothing could be further from the truth.

When I’d stumbled on the website late one night when Sammy had been snoring softly beside me, I hadn’t been able to stop myself. I’d barely been able to resist the urge to rub one out as I looked at all of the options available. As soon as I found one that would be sure to get both of us off, I pored over the configuration, the entire time praying I wasn’t making a huge mistake.

I offered up one final prayer as I hid the box behind my back and quietly padded down the hall to the bedroom. When I opened the door, I was greeted by the sweetest, naughtiest sight. My boy was curled on his side watching something on his phone. He was so into the video he hadn’t noticed my arrival. If he had, he was doing a damn good job pretending otherwise.

His hips rocked and the muscles in his arm flexed as he rubbed himself. I toed off my shoes, carefully trying to stay out of his line of sight. He didn’t stop when I placed his gift on the nightstand so I could adjust myself. Another time, we’d have to play this game, but I’d stand behind him and jerk off while he “didn’t know” I was behind him, right up until I came all over his back. But that newfound fantasy would have to wait. I had plans for how the rest of today was going to go.

Sam let out a shriek when I placed my hand over his, urging him to keep jerking off. Just because I wasn’t going to come yet didn’t mean he couldn’t. By the time the sun went down tonight, I