It hurt so damn good. His cock was nestled uncomfortably against their stomachs, and Trent reached his hand in between them and tried to adjust himself. He froze at the possessive look in Wood’s eyes as he slowly removed his hand.
“That’s mine.” Wood clarified.
Trent gritted his teeth. “Then handle it.”
Wood’s smile spread slowly. “A bossy bottom. Never had one of those.” Wood thrust his strong hips into his, causing Trent’s eyes to roll toward the ceiling before he could curse him. “I should’ve expected nothing less.”
Wood dug his big hand between them and gripped Trent’s cock, removing it from its awkward position and giving it a long, slow stroke. “Is this what you need, Trent?”
“Yes, more,” Trent pleaded. “A lot more.”
Wood kissed him with passion and ownership as he continued to pump his cock. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Bringing him so close to exploding, then loosening his fist just before he could blow. Wood’s body was hot and strong, his tattoos an aphrodisiac as Trent caressed and licked along the colors he could reach. They indulged on each other as if they hadn’t just returned from dinner, and a different kind of hunger needed sating.
Wood finally relinquished the claim on his mouth and began to lick and bite his way down his chest. Trent writhed in ecstasy as Wood laved at his left nipple with his tongue, then gave equal attention to the right. He wasn’t particularly sensitive there, but he held the back of Wood’s head in place anyway because everything the man did drove him wild.
“Yeah, yeah,” Trent agreed, the lower Wood trailed kisses down his body. “Right there.”
Wood didn’t make him plead for long. He wrapped his warm mouth around Trent’s dick and swallowed him, driving his tip to the back of his throat.
“Fuck.” Trent groaned, his head falling to the side. He ran his hands through Wood’s long hair, watching the gray sift through his fingers. He clenched his teeth, doing his best to hold out, but he knew he was cuming and soon.
Chapter Forty
Wood
Wood gently grazed his teeth along Trent’s shaft.
“Motherfuc—” Trent hissed, gripping Wood’s hair at the roots. “Feels so fuckin’ good.”
Wood relished the rough treatment; he never minded some spirit in bed. Trent’s filthy mouth provoked him to suck harder, lick faster, and he gave him as much as he could stand, pulling out every trick he knew. Wood ran the flat of his tongue along the thick vein on the underside of Trent’s cock. And each time he leaked and pulsated against his taste buds, Wood released him.
“Let me cum,” Trent whispered. “Please.”
This wasn’t the begging he was striving for, but he was getting close. Wood continued to concentrate on his lover and not himself. After all this time, he knew he’d have no issue getting off. He popped off Trent’s head and nestled his face in his balls. “I want you to cum with my fingers inside of you. Isn’t that what you want?”
Trent’s legs were gaped open welcomingly, and Wood had to give them their fair share of praise. He ran his palm up the inside of Trent’s thigh, amazed at how supple his skin was. He flicked his tongue in the bend of Trent’s knee and slowly worked his way down.
“What are you doing?” Trent moaned, rolling toward his left side and taking Wood with him.
I need you to feel good. I need you to want me like this forever. Wood hooked his arm around one leg and pushed it out to his side to keep Trent from putting him in a headlock. His gaze immediately went to Trent’s dark hole, and he sensed himself falling so damn hard he felt an ache in his chest. Wood couldn’t resist making small bite marks against all that unblemished skin. He had so much to play with in so many ways. Since Trent was already half flipped over, Wood maneuvered him the rest of the way until he was flat on his stomach.
Trent curled both arms under his pillow and buried part of his face in the cushion. He sluggishly humped the thick blanket as if Wood had him too far gone to realize what he was doing, and Wood’s cock added more stickiness to the vast amount already accumulated on his stomach. He took his time mapping his lover’s body from his neck to the balls of his feet, and Trent never rushed him. It wasn’t until he let his beard tickle Trent’s heavy balls that he began to tremor.
Wood held Trent open and massaged his soft cheeks as he went for his first thorough taste. He heard Trent’s muffled groan in the pillow as he dragged the flat of his tongue over his hole again. Wood dug his fingers in feeling as if he could cum right then without as much as a breath on his dick. Hell. Trent tasted so amazing Wood lost his finesse and his mind for a moment. He flicked his tongue against the rim, needing to get Trent relaxed and soon.
“Wood,” Trent cried brokenly, his voice sounding so pained Wood ached to put him out of his misery. He knew the kind of yearning Trent was feeling and how long he’d ignored it.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Wood breathed against his hole. He worked Trent’s dick and balls in tandem with his mouth while he fell apart beneath him. Breathless and pliant, and utterly foul-mouthed. By the time Wood was slipping his tongue as deep inside Trent’s channel as he could, the man had promised him everything except his firstborn if he’d just allow him to cum. “Give me some lube.”
Trent didn’t move. Instead his biceps bulged where they gripped the pillow during Wood’s feast on his ass. He didn’t want to remove his mouth as he whispered teasingly against Trent’s flesh, “You want my fingers don’t you, Trent?”
“Mmmm. Mmhmm,” Trent agreed, chewing on his swollen bottom lip.
“Then give me the lube. You got some in here?”
Trent eventually reached across the bed and fumbled open his nightstand drawer. He tossed a well-used bottle of lubricant on the mattress and an unopened box of condoms. Relief, exhilaration, then tension slammed into him. He’d been praying all day that Trent would want all of him tonight, and now that he knew he did, he was ready to make Trent his.
Trent
Trent’s body was shaking, and no matter how much Wood crooned for him to relax in that raspy voice, he couldn’t stop it. He held on to his pillow like it could protect him, and his lower half moved as if he suffered from restless leg syndrome. He could do nothing but lie there under Wood’s expert hands, dazed from his touch and attention. Getting lost in the praise and the continuous times Wood told him how much he needed him. All Trent ever wanted was to be necessary. Irreplaceable.
“Stay nice and relaxed,” Wood purred. “Just like that.”
That would be easy. Trent was boneless. Wood had done a good job working him with his tongue, making him feel sensations he never knew existed. This was what he’d craved when he came home, but he’d been shamed in the worst way. He just wanted to feel what he saw in those showers. Somehow in his own twisted way, he wanted the love and acceptance he’d witnessed in prison.
He was floating so high he forgot to tense when Wood’s blunt finger tapped at his opening before he slowly pushed inside. Trent didn’t feel the sting he usually did when he worked on himself, only slick, warm ecstasy.