Wood (A True Lover's Story #2) - A.E. Via Page 0,85

this alone?”

“It’s been a long time, baby. Show me something good,” Wood said roughly, continuing to watch.

Trent bent forward and untied his boots, kicking them to the side. Next, he finished removing his belt, then got his pants and socks off, trying not to do it too quickly. But he was no stripper. This wasn’t anything he’d ever done before—probably because no one had ever wanted him to—but no one had looked at him the way Wood did. With carnal need. Trent’s bulge was embarrassing to not have been touched yet. He dipped his head, and Wood finally got moving. He didn’t stop until he was standing over him, his eyes roaming over his body.

“Get on the bed,” he demanded.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Trent knew he was gonna cum fast, but probably no quicker than Wood did. He inched himself up the bed until the back of his head was on his pillow. “Wood, come on, man.”

“Begging already?” Wood lifted one corner of his mouth.

“Oh fuck you,” Trent snarled.

Wood’s expression flipped from smug to challenging instantly. Trent spread his legs wider, giving Wood his show but also giving his balls some room to throb.

“Oh I plan to,” Wood retorted, pulling off his sweater and T-shirt and letting it fall from his fingers. “Tonight, tomorrow, and every damn time I want it after that.”

Holy fuck. Trent was more than aroused by Wood’s dominant talk, but his eyes were focused on that thick, exposed chest. He wanted those stiff nipples in his mouth and between his teeth just like in his dreams. Trent didn’t think he’d mind the sensation of his tongue laving at the sleek silver-and-black hair covering Wood’s pecs. Ever since he’d bathed Wood, he’d fantasized that the next time he’d be able to use his mouth instead of a washcloth.

“Whatever it is you’re thinking about… don’t stop,” Wood whispered as he lowered his pants.

Trent stared at the bulge protruding from Wood’s black boxers, trying not to be intimidated. Wood got on the bed and crawled over top of him on all fours, his gaze roaming slowly over his body. “I was thinking about my mouth on you.”

Wood hovered over him, and Trent impatiently threw his arms around his waist and pulled until Wood was on top of him. The air left his lungs in a surprised breath as he accepted the full weight of another man. And, god, Wood was heavy. Trent groaned and arched his neck at the feeling of Wood’s lips panting against his throat.

“Unngh,” Wood grunted, driving his thickness into Trent’s pelvis.

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