Wood (A True Lover's Story #2) - A.E. Via Page 0,86

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