“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.
“You gonna make me cum too fast.” Wood eased Trent off his dick with a loud slurp.
Trent was quickly hefted onto his knees and turned until his stomach was flush against the back of the couch cushion. Wood pressed his palm in the center of his shoulder blades until Trent was bent forward in the perfect position for Wood to— “Ahh fuck.” Trent sighed in pleasurable agony as he spread his legs wider and awaited Wood’s warm, hot tongue to take another swipe over his hole.
Wood still refused to let Trent take off his flimsy shorts. Instead he moved the material to the side as if he was wearing a thong and speared his tongue inside his channel. Trent squeezed his eyes close and hugged the back of the couch, leaning so hard he thought he’d fall behind it. “I’m already ready,” he demanded pulling the small tube of lubricant and a condom from the pocket of his robe. “Come on.”
“You missed me that much?” Wood asked, but Trent didn’t need to respond. His answer was evident in his behavior. He tried to bring every part of himself in contact with Wood’s mouth, and Trent wasn’t shy about voicing his pleasure, loudly. Wood used his strong hands and massaged over his shoulders and lower back, kissing and loving on him before he picked up the condom. “Now I know what you were doing in your room with the door locked.”
“I didn’t wanna waste any time in case you were tired.” Trent rested his head on Wood’s shoulder, arching his back and cradling Wood’s dick comfortably in the crease of his ass. The sound of latex sent a ripple of anticipation down his spine that made him tremor.
“I’ll never be too tired or too busy for you again,” Wood said against his cheek, leaning heavily over him as he lined himself up and made him promises he needed to hear. “Nothing—no one’s—more important than you.”
Trent felt the love he had for Wood clear down to his core, and before his feelings could overtake him, Wood began to push inside of him. Trent had fucked his ass with his fingers long and good before Wood got home, but nothing he did would ever compare to the man’s cock touching that sacred place inside of him. Trent spread his legs, his hard dick stabbing into the cool material of the leather cushion as Wood buried himself deep. The rapture was so powerful and instant that Trent’s heartfelt sentiments were snatched from his mouth and quickly replaced with a litany of filth he couldn’t stop.
“Wood, fuck.” Trent adjusted his stance until Wood was settled inside him at the perfect angle. “That’s it. Right there. Right fucking there.”
Wood was panting in his ear, his furry chest scraping deliciously against his skin as he held Trent tightly to him with a forearm across his chest. The other hand moved from his hip and roughly massaged Trent around the sexy material covering his ass that at first made him feel rather silly but now had him feeling like he was one of those slutty Invictus models. And most of all his boyfriend was loving it. Wood kept Trent’s long robe shoved to the side, his hands roaming the satiny material as if he’d never felt anything like it.
Trent tried to stay relaxed and ride out the ecstasy, but each experience with Wood had taught him that wasn’t possible. Before he knew it, he was unashamedly shoving his ass into Wood’s pelvis, giving and wanting it harder with each stroke.
“Oh my god,” Wood gasped, picking up tempo, his hips pumping shallowly into his, sending electrical currents through his ass that stimulated his balls. “You feel too hot around me, sexy.”
“I’m close,” was all Trent could mutter before a violent rush of sensation swept up his spine. His orgasm was coming on like a determined hurricane, and Trent craved the havoc it was about to wreak on his body. He was ready for it. “Oh fuck. I’m cuming. Hersch, fuck me.”
Wood grunted sharply and wrapped Trent securely in his arms, holding him firm with his face buried in his hair. He couldn’t make out the actual words from the breathless rambling Wood was doing against his damp skin, but the moment he slammed his hips into Trent’s tender channel and emptied his hot seed into the condom, their body language became universal. Trent released a long, tortured groan before his orgasm exploded out of him like a category four storm.