Chapter Sixteen NourishNumb #4
But somewhere between the softness and the burn, Trent realised he didn’t just want to be touched. He wanted to touch back . So he rolled them, straddling Reece and drinking in the view beneath him, he explored. With his hands, mouth, and hungry kisses.
He traced every line of muscle with his palms, kissed every strike of ink, and dragged his tongue across one nipple, then the other, feeling Reece twitch and groan beneath him.
And when he reached his hips, he paused long enough to breathe in the gloriously hard, thick length of him, standing proud and perfect.
“Fuck,” he whispered, half in awe.
Reece grinned, eyes dark and hooded. “Told you I wanted you to feel me.”
Trent licked his lips, wrapping his hand around the base of Reece’s cock. “I’m about to.”
The heat and weight of him made Trent’s pulse spike, and he watched Reece’s eyes flutter, jaw tighten, chest rise with each measured breath.
It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.
And Trent wanted to give him everything.
So he shifted on all fours to the side of him and bent low, taking hold of the base of Reece’s cock and enveloping the flushed head with his lips, flicking his tongue out to taste him.
Reece groaned. Low, guttural, trailing a hand from the nape of Trent’s neck down the ridge of his spine to the curve of his arse. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah. That’s it, sweetheart.” He then raked his other hand into Trent’s hair, not to push, but to feel .
Trent licked a stripe up the side of Reece’s cock, then took him in. He kept his hand wrapped firm at the base, the other braced against Reece’s thigh, as he eased down, letting the weight of it fill his mouth, tracing every inch with his tongue .
“Fuck…” Reece hissed, tightening his grip on Trent’s arse. “That’s good. So fucking good.”
Then he licked his fingertip, gaze fixed on the way Trent moved, and reached between his flushed cheeks, slipping his finger in to circle Trent’s hole.
Teasing. Possessive. Trent moaned around him, lips hollowing as he took Reece deeper, breath hitching as he rocked down onto the touch with a need he couldn’t contain.
“You want that, sweetheart?” Reece hummed then sucked his finger back into his mouth with a wet sound that made Trent throb, the slurp loud beneath the rhythm of his own gags on Reece’s cock.
Then that finger returned, slick and sure, tracing over him again, and Trent rocked back without hesitation.
“Sweet, tight hole,” Reece growled. “Yeah. I want in that.”
He jerked his hips, control fraying, a shallow thrust betraying how close he was to losing it. But before Trent could take him to the edge, Reece tugged him up, coaxing him off with a breathless groan.
“Come here,” he rasped, eyes blazing. “Want to be inside you when I come. Need to be.”
Trent didn’t argue. He climbed over Reece’s body and kissed him deep, open-mouthed, messy, tasting the salt and sweat and the echo of what he’d given, and let himself melt into the press of lips and tongue and breath.
Reece’s brutal hands slapped his arse, widening his cheeks apart as he dipped his wet cockhead between them.
Trent reached behind to tap Reece’s cock to his impatient hole.
“You ready for me, huh?” Reece asked between languid kisses.
“Yeah. Need you in me.”
“Then roll over, sweetheart. I got you. ”
Reece shifted, rolling them onto their sides, never fully breaking the kiss.
Their legs tangled, chests pressed together, the world narrowing to the heat between them.
Then Reece hooked Trent’s legs over his hips, pulling him in tight, keeping him close, making him cling to him as Trent wrapped his arms around his neck.
He then reached over to blindly snag the bottle of lube from the nightstand behind Trent’s back and clicked it open.
Trent felt the warm drip slide down between his cheeks before Reece slicked up the length of his cock between them.
He then kissed Trent as he glided a hand between Trent’s thighs, under his balls, along his taint, then worked his entrance open.
One finger at first, gentle and careful, pressing in with intense insistence.
Then another, easing him open, curling just right, teasing gasps from Trent’s throat that he swallowed with his fervid kisses.
He didn’t rush. He watched Trent’s face the entire time. Felt the tension and the give. Felt the way Trent opened to him, trusted him, wanted him.
“Almost there,” Reece whispered rough against his lips.
Trent nodded, breath shallow, back arching into every stroke of Reece’s fingers as if letting go for even a second might make the feeling disappear.
Then Reece reached between them, wrapped his hand around his cock, and guided himself to Trent’s entrance.
But he paused, pressing his forehead to Trent’s.
“You sure?” His voice was barely more than a whisper. “Just me?”
Trent held him tighter. “Please… I need to feel you. Just you.”
That was all the permission and trust needed.
Reece kissed him. Languid. Deep. A promise carved into lips.
Then he pushed forward with aching care.
Inch by inch, he eased himself inside, until fully seated, buried in the heat and tightness of Trent’s body.
Trent gasped, fluttering his eyes shut, breath catching as if it had been locked in his chest for years and finally freed by the stretch and burn of Reece filling him completely.
It was overwhelming in the most exquisite way.
Every nerve ending in his body must have been waiting for this .
Then Reece sat back, gripping Trent’s thighs and pulling him into his lap. Trent moved with him instinctively, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, curling his legs around his waist.
“I’ve got you,” Reece whispered, bracing one hand on Trent’s lower back, gripping the other on his thigh for leverage. “I’m right here.”
Then he moved.
Each thrust rolled up from Reece’s hips with purpose, angling right to pull gasps from Trent’s throat, pressing into his sweet spot again and again. Trent clung to him, forehead resting against Reece’s, the burn of it all drawing tears to his lashes.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” Reece cradled the back of Trent’s neck. “I want you to see what you do to me.”
Trent obeyed, blinking his eyes open and the second their gazes locked, Reece thrust deeper, his face a mirror of the devastation he felt, and Trent couldn’t do anything but feel right then. Feel it all. The sting. The burn. The heat. The overwhelming intimacy.
Reece wasn’t frantic.
He wasn’t chasing pleasure.
He was giving. Feeling .
Fucking him like a vow.
And as Trent clung to him, body trembling and heart wide open, he finally understood what it meant to be made love to .
“You feel so good, baby.” Reece kissed his cheek, lips imprinting every word into his skin. “So tight. So fucking mine right now.”
“Reece…I…God…”
Reece thrust into him, languidly drawing out then in. “You’re not broken. You hear me?”
Thrust in .
“You’re brave.” Ease out.
Thrust in
“You’re the strongest fucking man I’ve ever known.” Ease out.
Another thrust deeper, and Trent whimpered. Overwhelmed. Unravelled.
“And I love how you feel wrapped around me.” Reece groaned. “Could stay buried in you for fucking days .”
Trent couldn’t hold back. He shook with sensation, arching into every thrust, every fucking word he said, gripping Reece like a lifeline.
“I’m close,” he gasped. “Fuck, Reece, I—”
“I’ve got you. Come with me, sweetheart. Come on. Let me feel you.”
Trent shattered with a broken moan, eyes wide and wet as he came between them, body clenching tight around Reece. Then his pull, his squeeze, dragged Reece over the edge with a desperate groan, hips grinding in deep as he spilled inside him, face buried in Trent’s neck, breath ragged.
They stayed locked together, trembling and gasping, skin slick with sweat, sheets twisted beneath them.
And Reece never let go of him.