Wood: A True Lover's Story

“You don’t have to be afraid, baby.” Wood placed his hand over his on the wall and threaded their fingers together.

“I’m not,” Trent said shakily. He definitely wasn’t scared, more nervous than anything. He wanted to hurry and get the first time over with. He already knew the pleasure he could feel, with the right partner, and Edison had confirmed it. But the unknown still made him anxious.

“Good. Because I promise you,” Wood rumbled in his ear, his hard cock digging into his ass, “I’m gonna make you feel better than you ever have before. And I’m gonna show you exactly why that man was begging his partner not to stop.”

Trent nodded because he was afraid his voice wouldn’t work if he opened his mouth. His stomach somersaulted, and his breathing was becoming harder to regulate. He braced himself with both hands because he wasn’t sure what else to do.

“Relax, Trent. It’s just me,” Wood whispered.

He leaned back, allowing Wood’s voice to work its magic like it had from the moment he’d walked into his life.

“That’s it.” Wood kissed behind his ear. “You’ll be the one setting the pace all night.”

“All night.” Trent swallowed, feeling Wood’s smile against the base of his jaw.

“Mmhmm.” Wood dragged his nose through his hair. “All night.”

Trent turned around and let Wood guide him through their small living space to his bedroom. Inside Wood closed the door and locked them in, then leaned casually against it. “Sit down on the bed,” Wood ordered.

Trent gratefully did as he was told, not minding a little direction. He sat on the foot of his bed and ran his damp palms down his jeans, eagerly awaiting what Wood wanted him to do next. Damn, how was his dick trying to burst through his zipper already? Wood looked as if he was contemplating fifty ways to devour a man, and Trent’s cock leaked against his thigh. He braced his hands beside him and dug his fingers into the thick comforter, wondering how Wood was doing this to him with a mere look. He was just fucking standing there with his arms at his sides and his eyes blazing into him.

Trent slowly brought his hands up and removed his chain before he gripped the hem of his turtleneck and tugged it over his head. Wood’s nostrils flared, but he otherwise didn’t move. Trent curled his lip and began to unbuckle his belt. “Am I going at this alone?”

“It’s been a long time, baby. Show me something good,” Wood said roughly, continuing to watch.

Trent bent forward and untied his boots, kicking them to the side. Next, he finished removing his belt, then got his pants and socks off, trying not to do it too quickly. But he was no stripper. This wasn’t anything he’d ever done before—probably because no one had ever wanted him to—but no one had looked at him the way Wood did. With carnal need. Trent’s bulge was embarrassing to not have been touched yet. He dipped his head, and Wood finally got moving. He didn’t stop until he was standing over him, his eyes roaming over his body.

“Get on the bed,” he demanded.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Trent knew he was gonna cum fast, but probably no quicker than Wood did. He inched himself up the bed until the back of his head was on his pillow. “Wood, come on, man.”

“Begging already?” Wood lifted one corner of his mouth.

“Oh fuck you,” Trent snarled.

Wood’s expression flipped from smug to challenging instantly. Trent spread his legs wider, giving Wood his show but also giving his balls some room to throb.

“Oh I plan to,” Wood retorted, pulling off his sweater and T-shirt and letting it fall from his fingers. “Tonight, tomorrow, and every damn time I want it after that.”

Holy fuck. Trent was more than aroused by Wood’s dominant talk, but his eyes were focused on that thick, exposed chest. He wanted those stiff nipples in his mouth and between his teeth just like in his dreams. Trent didn’t think he’d mind the sensation of his tongue laving at the sleek silver-and-black hair covering Wood’s pecs. Ever since he’d bathed Wood, he’d fantasized that the next time he’d be able to use his mouth instead of a washcloth.

“Whatever it is you’re thinking about… don’t stop,” Wood whispered as he lowered his pants.

Trent stared at the bulge protruding from Wood’s black boxers, trying not to be intimidated. Wood got on the bed and crawled over top of him on all fours, his gaze roaming slowly over his body. “I was thinking about my mouth on you.”

Wood hovered over him, and Trent impatiently threw his arms around his waist and pulled until Wood was on top of him. The air left his lungs in a surprised breath as he accepted the full weight of another man. And, god, Wood was heavy. Trent groaned and arched his neck at the feeling of Wood’s lips panting against his throat.