Wood (A True Lover's Story #2) - A.E. Via Page 0,68
bunched around his ankles. Trent’s hand started to shake, his strong fingers clutching Wood’s hair in both fists. He wished he had the patience to draw this out for them, but Trent’s dick was already dark red, his slit beaded with moisture. And Wood was fairly sure that he was going to cum all over himself as soon as that hot flesh hit the back of his throat.
Wood sat at a better angle so he could take in every mouthwatering inch. He ran the flat of his tongue along the underside of Trent’s cock before he closed his mouth completely around the head and sucked greedily. Trent bucked, but Wood held him securely, sliding farther down his shaft.
“Holy fuck,” Trent gritted out.
Wood didn’t stop until Trent’s pubic hair was tickling his nose. His own dick jerked, calling for his attention, but he refrained—he didn’t want to miss a single curse or ragged breath that Trent made. He ran his palm up the inside of Trent’s thigh and urged him to open wider. Wood flexed his hips against the couch when Trent allowed him better access. Heavy balls teased him while he swallowed Trent down. Balls that were full and needing his attention. But damn if he wanted to release what he already had filling his mouth. Wood bobbed up and down, his eyes closed, losing himself in the act, letting the sensations overtake him. It’d been countless years since he’d been able to do this, feel a man’s hot girth on his tongue, his thighs tensed and his blunt fingernails scratching his scalp.
“Damn, baby,” Wood gasped quickly before he dove for Trent’s sac.
Trent arched his back, grunted sharply, then inched his hips lower, propping one leg on the table. He’s begging for it. Trent’s thighs were spread wide, and Wood could see the shadow of that dark hole. Damn, I want it. How in the hell was he going to survive breaking in a virgin hole? Had he lost his damn mind?
“Feels too fuckin’… fuck… Wood. I’m gonna cum,” Trent warned in the sexiest growl he’d ever heard.
Wood didn’t want it to be over, but maybe he could make it good enough that Trent would be starved for more. He wished he could see Trent’s face when he finally exploded, but he couldn’t have it all. Wood reached inside his shorts and jerked himself at the same tempo Trent was shoving himself deeper down his throat.
“You doing that ain’t helping.” Trent strained, and Wood felt his heavy cock pulse against his tongue. “It’s s’good.”
Wood hummed, not sure which one of them was getting off more. He slipped his hand between Trent’s thighs and gently massaged the sensitive place beneath his balls.
“Yeah. Ungh. Mmm.”
The involuntary sounds Trent was making had Wood’s back stiffening, his orgasm riding close to the surface. He gently pressed the pad of his thumb against Trent’s hole, and his sexy, wanton reaction was all it took to make his dick erupt. Wood fisted himself as pulses of electricity traveled down his spine, causing his body to jerk, insane and racked with pleasure. Trent’s legs were spread wide for him, his muscles spasming from his touches.
Wood’s own orgasm was mind-blowing, his dick still spewing over his fist, but he managed to keep his lips sealed around the base of Trent’s dick, grunting through his ecstasy. He circled the tight opening with his thumb, causing his cock to leak more at how wet Trent was from his saliva. Trent whimpered as if he was fighting to make it last but ultimately losing the battle. He collapsed over Wood’s back like he’d finally given up and shot his hot load inside his mouth with a startled yell.
He worked Trent’s dick with his lips and tongue, slowly milking him while he kept steady pressure around his hole. It trembled against his fingertips, and Wood couldn’t wait to go there, Trent’s body practically screaming for it. He continued to swallow and lap at every drop until Trent had to force him off his soft cock.
Trent rose off him and flopped back against the couch cushion looking amazed, both hands woven through his messy hair. “Holy shit,” he gasped. “I’ve never…”
“Had a blowjob.” Wood sat up, putting them face-to-face.
Trent scoffed. He was still breathing heavy, and his dark eyes roamed all over the room looking at everything except what was directly in front of him. Wood removed his T-shirt and wiped his hands, then tossed it to the floor.