Wood: A True Lover's Story

Chapter Fifty-Five

Trent

Yes, God, finally! Trent opened his legs wide to accommodate Wood’s thick size as he was pushed back on the couch until he was flat on his back. He didn’t know which specific words affected his boyfriend the most, but whatever he said had practically flipped a switch on in Wood’s eyes because he no longer appeared lost in his head, scared and unsure like he had when Trent first came out of his bedroom. He knew there’d been something going on with Wood, and it appeared the stress was coming from his new position. That guy El was putting too much pressure on him to be the brilliant tattoo tycoon he once was with just a snap of his fingers. Wood had needed inspiration.

Trent craned his head to the side and took the ferocious assault Wood launched on his throat. He thrust his hard dick, that was poking out the left leg of his shorts, into Wood’s thigh. He began to take off the sleeve of his robe when Wood grabbed his wrist.

“Leave it on,” he hissed against his ear. “After all, you’ve waited for it for so long.”

Trent turned and smiled against Wood’s jaw. “Fucker. You know I just got this.”

“Mmhmm. I know.”

“Will I always have to drop a hundred dollars at the Love Shack in order to get your attention, Hersch?” Trent moaned, boldly hooking his leg on Wood’s hip. “To get what you got me addicted to.”

Wood kissed him hungrily, his tongue delving deep inside Trent’s mouth as if he’d been just as starved as him. “I’m sorry I’ve got so caught up in the shop that I’ve neglected the most important thing in my life.”

Trent could feel his cheeks heating like they always did when Wood got sappy on him. The man didn’t mind letting his love show, which made it easier for Trent to accept the foreign emotions for the first time.

“I can see now that you have a lot of important people in your life, Trent… friends that have become your family. Brothers with bonds that are thicker than blood,” Wood said, his gentle touch a mind-spinning contrast to his rough tone. “I can only hope that I’m somewhere close to the top.”

“Of course you are,” Trent answered breathlessly.

“Because you are the most important person in my life. And I’m sorry you thought you had to do all of this to get my affection. Don’t get me wrong.” Wood glanced down Trent’s body, his milky-brown eyes clouding over as he ran his palm over the delicate material scantily covering Trent’s bulge. “I appreciate the effort. You look so damn hot I’m trying not to embarrass myself.”

Trent smiled, feeling light and needed. Feeling loved.

“But in my life. There’s no one more important than you.” Wood gripped him under his chin and tilted Trent’s head back. He watched a gamut of emotions flash across Wood’s face before he spoke again. “In my world it goes from God… to Trent, to everything else.”

“Fuckin hell,” Trent whispered, yanking Wood down on top of him, groaning at the intense feeling of heat that instantly seeped into his soul as Wood’s chest came into contact with his. He buried his face in Wood’s throat and inhaled his subtle, powdery musk, knowing he wanted to live in it forever. “I love you too. I do, Wood.”

“I know, baby.” Wood began to kiss down Trent’s chest to his nipples, flicking his tongue over the sensitive buds. He arched into it and held the back of Wood’s head there until he was satisfied. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Trent answered to that and to all other asked and unspoken questions. “You know exactly what I like.”

“I do,” Wood murmured. He got on his knees and fisted his thick cock in his hand, glaring down at Trent as if daring him to see what he’d do. He didn’t make Wood wait long.

Trent sat up, bracing one hand behind him on the couch cushion, and opened his mouth just beyond Wood’s head. He licked his lips as Wood’s eyes darkened, the tip of his cock grazing his bottom lip. He knew how much his lover enjoyed his mouth, the way he licked him, sucked him, talked dirty to him.

“What you waiting on?” Trent teased. “You know you wanna fuck my mouth, so do it.”

Wood curled his lip sexily, and Trent could see his nasty talk already working. “I’ve been wanting to suck your dick all week. I wanna feel it gagging me again when I try to take it all.”

“Hell,” Wood cursed, pushing the tip of his head between Trent’s lips, his thighs trembling as he seemed to struggle to keep himself in control. “Your damn mouth, Trent.”

All he could do was hum around the deliciousness. After his first time going down on Wood, he’d soon realized that not only did he enjoy the act, but he was getting better and better at it each time. He wrapped his fingers around Wood’s girth and stroked him while he sucked nosily, making up for his dry spell. It felt so damn good in his mouth, heavy and flavorful on his tongue. A taste unique only to Wood.