to get away. He had to squeeze his hands in between them to get to the drawstring of Trent’s pants. They continued to kiss feverishly as he slid the material down Trent’s lower half until his pants were around his thighs and he could get to his dick. It was already flushed, the tip moist and beckoning for him to have another taste.
“Yeah,” Trent moaned as Wood stroked him from base to tip.
He stared down at what his was doing, mapping and learning every curve and vein of Trent’s cock, making it his and only his. He heard the back of Trent’s head hit the cabinet with a low thud as he closed his mouth around the thick head and sucked hard enough to make his own toes curl. The way Trent hollered his name made him happy they lived alone. He slid down Trent’s shaft until his nose was pressed against his pelvic bone.
“Shit, Wood.” Trent moaned, clutching the counter.
He could feel the tenseness in Trent’s thighs as they tightened around him, and the faster he bobbed up and down on his dick, the more vocal and sexier Trent became. Wood was so turned on he had to reach inside his pants and stroke himself at the same pace he was choking on Trent’s head. Damn he smelled amazing, like their sex from last night. A hint of cologne, and him. Wood could smell his scent on Trent’s stomach, on his chest, and between his smooth thighs as a wave of possession crashed over him. Drowning him in feelings he shouldn’t have for a man that’d yet to say the words he needed to hear.
“You’re so good at that. I wanna taste you too, Hersch.” Trent folded over him, running his work-roughened hands along the tattoos covering his back. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
Beautiful. Wood couldn’t recall ever being called that in his life. He squeezed his eyes closed as his orgasm hit at the same time Trent began to thrust into his mouth. He groaned, locking his jaws and riding out the pleasure as Trent emptied down his throat.
Chapter Forty-Three
Trent
Trent finally understood the saying “time flies when you’re having fun” because he’d never smiled as much in the last couple weeks than he did his entire life. He and Wood had settled into a comfortable routine where they went to work every day, came home, and ate dinner together. Typically, Wood cooked except the days he went to his meetings, otherwise Trent did his best to make them something edible.
After dinner he liked to get in some gaming time, but when Wood was finished working on his new portfolio, he demanded Trent’s attention. And he liked to use underhanded measures to get it. The experiences they’d been sharing were the highlight of his existence. Wood had missed a lot during his incarceration, and as he made up for lost time, Trent had been there to share those new memories with him. Like going to the movies, dining in fine restaurants, eating greasy hot wings and catching a Sunday night game, or just binge-watching all the great shows on new media he’d never heard of.
Then they’d fall into bed—usually Trent’s—listening to jazz and wake in the morning with their bodies entangled as if they’d unconsciously danced in their dreams. Lazily pleasuring and soaking up each other’s warmth until it was time to crawl out of bed and do it all over again.
Trent had been able to keep Wood closed in his tiny world, to himself, safe and sound from the naysayers and gossip. But now that Bishop was finished with finals, he was getting relentless in his requests to hang out, and Wood wasn’t taking any more excuses on keeping their relationship secret. Trent didn’t want to hide Wood. In fact he loved walking hand-in-hand beside him the few times they’d gone out or even picked up necessities for the house. Now Bishop and Edison were on their way over to hang out, and Wood was expecting Trent to be honest.
“Hey, you ready?” Wood asked, standing in his bedroom door. “They should be here soon. What do you want to order for dinner?”
Trent took a deep breath and ran his sweaty palms down his T-shirt.
“You look nervous,” Wood said, catching him by the elbow when he stepped into the hallway. “Don’t be.”
“If Bishop says that I—”
“Shhhh.” Wood gripped his chin, his deep voice sending heat down his spine as he gently covered his mouth with his. Trent opened and accepted