Wood: A True Lover's Story

“You taste so much better than I thought you would,” Trent purred around him. “You smell good too, Hersch.”

“C’mere,” Wood said huskily, still flexing his hips. “Turn around.”

“Huh?” Trent stared at him through glazed eyes as if he was drunk.

Wood reached down and grabbed Trent in the bend of his right thigh and pulled him around until his knees were straddling his head and his silky body was curved around his. They ended up on their sides facing each other, their mouths hungrily biting and sucking at whatever they could reach. Trent palmed Wood’s ass, shoving him inside, gagging when he went too deep. Wood was going to cum soon, he knew it, but he needed to be inside of Trent, looking him in his eyes, telling him he loved him as he did.

He didn’t push his finger inside Trent’s tight hole until he’d coated and relaxed it good with his saliva, wanting every second of their lovemaking to be mind-blowing pleasure. He sunk deep inside, pegging Trent’s place that made him buck in his hold, knowing his body well.

“Fuck,” Trent groaned, pushing his ass against Wood’s fist. “Harder.”

“You and that mouth,” Wood growled, cupping the back of Trent’s head with his other hand.

“You love my fuckin’ mouth, don’t you?” Trent smiled around his cock.

Damn straight. Wood couldn’t lie as he eased a quarter of his length along Trent’s warm tongue, pumping his fingers in his ass to the same tempo he made love to his mouth. By the time he had three fingers inside, Trent had stopped sucking him off—thankfully, because Wood was seconds away from cuming—and had buried his moans of ecstasy in the crease of Wood’s thigh.

“Come on, Wood,” Trent begged, sounding breathless and sexy.

Wood reached inside Trent’s nightstand and took out a condom and the lube. He quickly sheathed his dick while Trent got into position straddling his hips. Holy hell. Trent was going to ride him—another first. He held himself firmly as Trent slowly lowered himself on top of him. Tight hotness swallowed him, and Wood’s lids fell shut before he forced them open not wanting to miss his show. Trent threw his head back and hissed when his cheeks rested against Wood’s pelvis.

“You feel deeper than before,” Trent gasped, slightly rocking his hips forward.

Wood held him tightly around his waist, again not needing to direct Trent on how to satisfy him because he always did a damn good job on his own. The record Trent played for him paused, and all he could hear was their labored breaths and muffled grunts in the silence before a sultry song that was full of deep basslines began next. Trent slowly gyrated his body like a dancer, his abdominal muscles rippling and glistening in the faint light filtering in from the hallway. He sat up and sucked on Trent’s collarbone, rolling his pelvis to meet his thrusts. They fell into synch, both of them panting and grasping onto each other as they chased their relief. Wood had already been close when Trent had his mouth wrapped around his cock, but as Trent cast his inhibitions to the side and started to bounce on his dick with fervor, Wood arched his back and hollered out before he could give Trent any kind of warning.

“Shit yeah, Hersch.” Trent moaned, grinding his ass on his pulsing dick and passionately wringing his orgasm from him. “I want you inside me all the fuckin’ time.”

Trent jerked his hard cock furiously, and Wood gritted his teeth as he held on while his lover came all over his chest. It felt like it took hours to slow his breathing, though it was probably more like a five minutes.

Yeah. Wood was going to die a very happy man.

Chapter Fifty-One

Wood

They slept for a couple of hours, but Trent’s internal alarm seemed to be set to 5:30 a.m. Wood had still been in a deep sleep when he woke to Trent licking his way across his thigh until he was sucking on his balls and making him solid for another round. That time Trent had wanted Wood on top, his legs on his shoulders, making love to him with long, deep thrusts.

Wood tied the condom off and tossed it in the wastebasket beside the bed.

“I’m going back to sleep,” Trent said groggily, looking blissfully sexed out. He had a faint smile on his face when Wood got a warm cloth to clean him up.

“Baby.” Wood patted Trent’s naked thigh, but he didn’t respond, already drifting off. “Let me draw on your back while you’re sleeping.”

“Mmhmm,” Trent agreed easily.

Wood smiled as he massaged the swell of Trent’s ass, thinking about what he was going to mark him with this time, when he heard a rustle against the front door. The hell. Was someone seriously trying to get in their house? The front door opened, and Wood was on his feet. He shoved his legs into his shorts, grabbed Trent’s bat from his closet, and rushed out of the bedroom.