Chapter Thirteen Fire and Gasoline #3
He dragged his hands hard down Trent’s back, gripping tight as he pulled him closer, grinding them together until there was no space left, no distance to hide behind.
Their mouths crashed together, and Reece swallowed every soft, sinful sound Trent made, his broken little noises tasting of surrender and feeling like heaven.
Yet it still wasn’t enough .
With a low, guttural growl, Reece rolled them over, pressing Trent flat into the mattress without breaking the kiss for a second.
He pinned him there, his weight heavy and grounding, curling one hand hard around Trent’s jaw, tilting his face up, unable to miss a single inch of him, because he needed to consume him.
God, he couldn’t stop.
He’d known— Christ , he’d always known—that the moment Trent gave in, let them really have this, it would be explosive. But he hadn’t been prepared for the way it tore through him like wildfire, an uncontrollable inferno roaring in his chest, burning through every defence he had left.
All he could do was feed it.
He kissed him again and again. Open-mouthed. Gasping. Desperate . Each kiss rougher, deeper, hotter than the last, and Trent arched beneath him, tangling his fingers hard in Reece’s hair as if he couldn’t bear to let him go .
And fuck, Reece didn’t want him to.
His chest might burst from the force of it all. The kiss. This moment. This brutal, beautiful proof that Trent wasn’t trying to forget anything right now.
He was right there with him.
And Reece… God help him, he was already falling.
Reece tore his mouth away only when the need for air became unbearable, but even then, he didn’t go far.
He kissed Trent’s jaw, his stubble rough against the softness of Reece’s mouth, then he kissed along the sharp line of it, down to the sensitive skin beneath his ear, dragging his tongue over his pulse point, feeling it flutter like a trapped bird.
Trent gasped, arching his back, hands firm on the back of Reece’s head as if he didn’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away before he completely unravelled.
But Reece was lost. Too far gone to stop.
He trailed his mouth down Trent’s throat, dragging open-mouthed kisses over every inch of skin he could reach. Grazing his teeth along the tendon there, soothing the sting with his tongue before moving lower, worshipping every shuddering breath breaking from Trent’s lips.
He couldn’t get enough. Would never get enough .
He pressed his nose to the curve where Trent’s neck met his shoulder and breathed him in. Warm, human, real , before biting down and sucking a mark into his skin, claiming him in a way that made Trent groan low and helpless beneath him.
Reece kept moving. Over his collarbone, across the smooth expanse of his chest, circling his tongue over one nipple before pulling it between his lips and sucking hard enough to make Trent cry out.
And fuck, the sound of that raw and needy groan sent a bolt of pure heat straight through Reece’s gut.
He kissed his way lower, tongue tasting the line of Trent’s abs, smoothing his hands down his trembling sides, tracing his fingertips along the taut lines of his stomach, and every taste, every moan, every shiver, Reece wanted to own them.
So he hovered above the waistband of Trent’s briefs, his breath a wicked tease on overheated skin and he gripped Trent’s thighs, holding him right there as he lifted his gaze, and licked his lips.
“Tell me to stop,” Reece rasped, his voice low and filthy, thick with promise. “Because if I go any further, sweetheart, I’m gonna fucking devour you. And I won’t be gentle about it.”
Trent dropped his head back, parting his lips on a broken breath, and that faint, helpless nod of his head was all the permission Reece needed.
A slow, wicked grin curved Reece’s mouth. “Good,” he growled, voice rough as sin.
He dipped his head, lips finding the skin above the waistband, pressing a lingering, possessive kiss there before dragging his tongue along the line, tasting the salt, the heat, the trembling promise of what was coming.
“ Fuck… ” Trent gasped, lifting his hips, already chasing more, already lost.
Reece planned to ruin him for anyone else.
He chuckled darkly. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you beg.”
Reece slid his fingers under the elastic, dragging it down torturously slow, and when he freed him fully, Reece groaned at the sight of him laid out and wanting, already so hard and leaking for him.
“Beautiful.” He kissed the sensitive skin of Trent’s thigh before discarding Trent’s underwear and turning his head to bite and suck another mark into the pale skin, saying mine without the words.
Then he took him into his mouth. Hot, wet, and hungry . And the sound Trent made punched through Reece’s chest like a fist.
It wasn’t slow anymore.
It was desperate. Filthy. The slick, obscene sounds of Reece’s mouth working over him filled the room, taking Trent deeper into his throat, swallowing him down as if he couldn’t breathe without it.
He moaned around him, the vibrations making Trent curse and writhe beneath him, fisting his hands hard in Reece’s hair, jerking his hips until Reece pinned them down with a firm, possessive grip.
Reece flicked his eyes up, meeting Trent’s wild, desperate gaze.
He fucking loved what he saw there. That wrecked vulnerability.
The walls shattered. Nothing left but raw need .
But he pulled back to lick languid, teasing stripes up the length of him before taking him deep again, working him with his mouth as if he’d never get another chance.
Trent trembled, falling apart under him, moaning Reece’s name like a prayer and a curse all at once. “Fuck…Reece… Fuck .”
Reece couldn’t stop.
Wouldn’t stop.
Not until he’d wrung every last drop of pleasure from Trent’s body.
Not until Trent knew , in every shattered breath and every broken moan, how deeply Reece wanted him.
So he pulled off him with a deep, filthy slurp, licking the length of him one last time before wrapping his hand around Trent’s slick cock, stroking him painfully tight. But his mouth wasn’t done. Not even close .
He moved lower, nuzzling beneath, sucking Trent’s balls into his mouth one at a time, rolling his tongue over the sensitive skin while sliding his other hand lower still. He licked along Trent’s taint, and Trent trembled, thighs falling open in surrender, breath breaking apart into ragged gasps.
Still, Reece wanted more .
He pushed up onto his knees, grabbed Trent’s hips, and rolled him over onto his stomach in one rough, hungry motion.
“Up,” he growled, using his hips to guide Trent onto his knees, raise his arse high, perfectly exposed for him.
“ Fuck, you’re so fucking delicious…” Reece bit down hard on the curve of one cheek, leaving another mark, another claim, before spreading him wide and burying his face between.
He devoured him.
Licked deep, circled his hole with his tongue, sucked and fucked him with his mouth. He couldn’t get enough. The taste of him was better than air, better than anything he’d ever known.
“Oh, fuck… Reece… I can’t—”
Trent was falling apart, trembling into a mess of want and need, entire body undone beneath Reece’s hands and mouth.
And fuck , if that wasn’t the hottest thing Reece had ever witnessed.
So with his mouth still working him open, Reece slid one hand underneath, finding Trent’s cock and stroking him again, hard and punishingly good.
“God… please…” Trent gasped, reaching blindly beside him, fumbling towards the drawer. “Please… fuck me, Reece. Get in me. Please .”
Reece dragged his mouth away, breath ragged, lips wet and slick with Trent’s taste.
“Anything you want, sweetheart.” He stepped out of his boxers, his cock hard and desperate, then leant over him, reaching into the drawer, hands fast and practiced as he tore open a condom and slicked himself up, fingers already working Trent open again, easing in one, then two, stretching him carefully but relentlessly, searching for that spot.
And when he found it, Trent shuddered hard, a broken moan tearing from his throat.
Reece couldn’t wait anymore.
He pulled Trent down, flipped him onto his back, lifted his legs up and back, opening him wide. His heart thundered as he lined himself up, watching the play of emotions flash across Trent’s face. Want, desperation, that vulnerable flicker of surrender, and Reece pushed in, leisurely and deep.
Trent’s lips parted on a breathless oh , his head falling back, eyes fluttering closed as Reece sank into the tight, perfect heat of him.
“God, you feel incredible,” Reece groaned, fully seated, buried deep and trembling with restraint.
But he would not waste this moment.
He leant down, capturing Trent’s mouth in a bruising kiss, and moved.
Long, deep thrusts perfectly timed with the slide of his tongue over Trent’s, fucking him languidly and hard as he kissed him.
Reece held himself there for a moment, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed against Trent’s as they both fought for breath.
“You feel that?” Reece rasped. “How perfect you fit around me?”
Trent whimpered, clawing at Reece’s shoulders, dragging him impossibly closer.
“Say it.” Reece pulled back an inch before driving in again, devastatingly deep. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“F-fuck… Reece …” Trent’s voice broke on a moan, thighs trembling. “You… you feel so good . God, I can’t— ”
Reece swallowed the rest of that thought with his mouth, kissing him hard, desperate, grinding his hips in torturous rolls that had Trent gasping into his mouth, completely undone beneath him.
“Yeah, you can,” Reece growled. “You take me so fucking well, sweetheart. So tight… so fucking perfect. ”
He adjusted his angle, shoving Trent’s les across his chest to get the right spot, his next thrust hitting dead-on that sweet spot and making Trent cry out, tossing his head back into the pillows.
“There it is,” Reece breathed, ghosting his lips over Trent’s jaw. “Right there, yeah? That’s what you need, isn’t it?”
“Yes—fuck, yes!”
Reece’s control snapped.
He drove into him harder, faster, each thrust slamming into that perfect spot, over and over, wringing broken sounds from Trent’s mouth that were the most beautiful fucking music Reece had ever heard.
He couldn’t help putting his mouth everywhere. Kissing, biting, sucking along Trent’s throat, jaw, lips. Between every kiss, his words came rough and ragged.
“God, look at you… falling apart for me. You’re fucking beautiful like this… gonna come for me, sweetheart? Gonna let me feel you break?”
Trent was shaking beneath him, hands scrabbling for purchase, whole body tight with the build.
“Please, Reece… please …”
Reece dropped a hand between them, wrapping it around Trent’s cock, stroking him hard and fast, perfectly timed with every deep, punishing thrust.
“That’s it,” Reece groaned, his own release coiling hot and tight in his gut. “Come for me, beautiful boy. Let me have it. Want to feel you lose it all over me. ”
Trent cried out, entire body locking up as the orgasm hit him hard, spilling hot and messy between them, his walls clenching tight around Reece and dragging him under with him.
Reece cursed, his thrusts erratic, losing all rhythm as he buried himself deep one last time and let go, emptying himself with a shuddering groan, his body pressed tight to Trent’s as they rode out the storm together.
For a long, breathless moment, the world… stopped .
Then Reece collapsed onto him, spent and breathless, chests rising and falling in a shared, unsteady rhythm.
Skin slick with sweat, bodies pressed tight, and still Reece couldn’t stop touching him.
Couldn’t stop putting his mouth on him. Kissing Trent’s cheek, his temple, the damp curls at his forehead, planting soft, reverent kisses anywhere his lips could reach.
Even in the silence, with nothing left to give but the raw thrum of his heart, Reece held him close, arms locked around him like a vow he hadn’t yet spoken.
Because he wasn’t letting go. Not now. Not ever.
What Trent would want after this… Reece didn’t know.
But surely after this, after everything , it had to mean something.
Had to be worth fighting for.