by Kora Knight
Scott growled against Tad’s neck as Red’s smug grin widened.
“You want me to fuck you ‘til you pass out again?”
“Yes! My God, yes! So fucking bad…” The last words came out a desperate whimper.
Max ripped off his glove and grasped his crotch, squeezing his straining erection. “You sure?” he ground out. “You won’t be right for weeks.”
“Do it!” Sean howled. “’Til I can’t fucking walk!”
Red snarled in approval and gripped his hips, slamming their bodies together. “’Til all you know is my name.”
“Yes,” Sean panted. “Just your name.”
Max dug into his pocket and pulled out a condom.
Restlessly, Tad shifted against Scott’s chest. “Your roommate’s a dick.”
Scott chuckled. “I’m pretty sure the payout’s gonna be worth the price. Think about how awesome it feels to scratch a killer itch.”
Tad grunted, stilling their hands on his cock. “Shit. If you ever did that shit to me, I’d kick your fucking ass.”
Scott chuffed and ground against him. “Mm. That’s sweet. But you could never kick my ass.”
Tad coughed incredulously. “You sure about that?”
Scott nuzzled his ear. “I am.”
“Why, ‘cause you kick box?” Absently, he turned his cheek into Scott’s. “There are more ways than one to take a guy down.”
“So true.” Scott’s hand got things rolling again down Tad’s pants. “Though I’d love a demonstration sometime of what you’ve got in mind.”
Tad moaned, all cognizant thought fleeing his brain. Their collective ministrations were driving him insane. And then Scott decided to quicken the pace. Warm licks of pleasure coursed up his shaft and inundated his balls.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned, turning harder into Scott’s cheek. “You’re gonna—you’re gonna make me come.”
The guy chuckled breathlessly, rolling his boner against Tad’s ass. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It is—” Tad’s breath hitched, “when these are my only clean shorts.”
“Ah,” Scott laughed against his ear. “Well, you know, there are ways to avoid that.”
Oh, yeah. Tad knew. The dude was a master at prolonging the inevitable… as well as a ton of other things. Things Tad would love to experience again. In no particular order.
Scott drew Tad’s hand up then squeezed it around his crown, as if prompting him not to let go. The second Tad complied, Scott released his hold and skimmed his palm down Tad’s shaft. At the end of the line, Scott cupped his balls. Gently, lazily, he rolled and fondled. A full-blown shudder rocked Tad’s frame.
“Oh, God,” he groaned, eyes rolling back. The guy sure knew how to work a sac. Spreading his stance, Tad canted his nuts snugger into Scott’s hand. Which earned him one seriously sultry growl.
“Yes!-Shit!-Yes!” Sean shouted in bliss. “Oh, fuck! Feels so fucking good!”
The furious sound of flesh slapping flesh reverberated through the speakers. But Tad couldn’t look, couldn’t open his eyes. Was too focused on Scott’s hand doing its thing down his pants.
“More?” Max snarled. “Want more of my dick?”
“Yes, Maximus!—Please!—Don’t stop!”
—Smack, smack, smack, smack!—
“You like me scratching that fucking itch?”
“Oh, God—I’ve never—felt anything—so good!”
—Smack, smack, smack, smack!—
“Tell me, dirty boy. How you want it now?”
“Harder!” Sean howled. “And faster!”
“Such a greedy little slut. Don’t you ever fucking change.”
—Smack, smack, smack, smack!—
But where the vigorous sounds of sex should’ve gotten louder, they only seemed to fade away. All the stimulation must be short-circuiting Tad’s brain. Because even as intense as the peep show had become, it couldn’t hold a candle to Scott.
And what he was doing to Tad’s sanity.
The guy was utterly in a league of his own. What it was about Tad that floated his boat, Tad would never understand. And he wasn’t about to question it. Because at the moment all that mattered was that the dude was back. Giving Tad his much-needed fix. Seemed somewhere along the line he’d grown addicted to the guy.
Scott gave his balls a gentle squeeze, then slid lower to stroke his taint. Considering the way Tad’s feet were spread, the guy had pretty easy access. Feather light at first, he strummed Tad there, then lightly used his nails.
Tad exhaled a curse and stroked his shaft, pumping faster the closer Scott got to his hole. “Shit,” he panted. “You’re doing it again. Making me fucking nuts.”
Scott chuckled and bit his lobe. “Deal with it.”
His index slid lower and grazed Tad’s backdoor. Tad sucked in a breath, instinctively arching his ass. Which Scott seemed to like, if his growl was any indication. Or the grind he gave to Tad’s ass.
“Keep working your cock, Tad,” he breathed. Shifting to the left, he slid his hand around to palm his lower ass. A second later, his middle finger was back against Tad’s hole.
Tad’s eyes squeezed tight as he dutifully pumped, his focus darting between sensations growing in front and back.
Again, Scott’s other hand disentangled from Tad’s to slip up under his shirt. Warm fingers roamed his quivering abs as a hot mouth suckled his lobe.
Tad’s jaw went slack. “Ohhh fuck...” His fist gripped tighter, quickening his pumps. The guy was unraveling him fast.
“Shit,” Scott breathed. “You taste the same here as you did down below. Both times I sucked your dick.” He released Tad’s ear to sample his neck. “Damn. The same here, too.”
Tad’s hand slowed. What an unexpected, sexy-as-fuck observation. If his brain was working properly, he’d take the opportunity to extend another invite down town. But now that Scott’s palm was skimming his pecs and teasing his hard-as-rock nipples, there was no fucking way Tad think a straight thought, let alone proposition the guy.
Sensory overload was taking its toll.
His hips got to rocking to the rhythm of Scott finger as it leisurely teased his hole. Goddamn, how he wished Scott would slide that fucker in. Just the thought sent a potent rush of pleasure to his balls then swiftly up into his dick. The thing bucked excitedly against his hand. Motherfuck, he could easily come right now.
Deserting his cock, he grabbed his nuts to give them a steady squeeze. He had to calm his boys down before shit got out of control. But as his fingers fumbled restlessly to secure a good hold, they inadvertently bumped into Scott’s.
The guy’s quiet chuckle tickled his neck.
Tad flushed like mad as Scott’s index nudged his then got back down to business. Only now, each time it made a lap, it repeatedly bumped Tad’s fingers. Which made Tad want to moan and laugh all at the same damn time. The dude was a punk, but Tad still wanted him bad.
Tilting his ass, he bit his lip as his fingers tried to push the guy in. It was a dirty and shameless thing to do, but fuck it, he didn’t care. Unfortunately, Scott wasn’t finished being a brat. With a laugh, the guy evaded, pulling out of reach.
“If you want it,” he purred, palming Tad’s cheek, “you’re gonna have to ask.”
Embarrassed, Tad pulled his hand from his pants and ditched the whole idea. “Eh. Nevermind. I suck at asking.”
A soft, amused exhale skittered down his neck. Then, without warning, Scott’s tongue slid into his ear. Something no one had ever done to him before. Tad’s entire frame went ramrod stiff, his hypersensitive nerve endings firing pleasure straight to his cock.
“Ah! Oh, my God!” he barked, trying to jerk away.
But Scott’s hand up his shirt shot up to grip his throat. Unrestrictive yet unyielding. “Damn, babe,” he chuckled, holding Tad close. “How many sweet spots you got?” That shit must’ve been hypothetical, though, because before Tad could answer, Scott did it again, giving his frisky
tongue a swirl.
A Richter-size shudder tore down Tad’s spine. “H-h-holy f-fuck!” Squirming in Scott’s hold, he struggled not to come. The bastard just snickered and kept on going. “G-g-goddamn it,” Tad laughed. “Why d-d-does everything you do f-f-feel so fucking good?”
Scott released his throat and pulled his hand from Tad’s pants. “Because your body loves when I touch it.” He sighed against the back of Tad’s head. “Haven’t you figured that out by now? Jesus, Tad, can’t you tell?”
Tad swallowed, still reeling in the aftermath of Scott’s tongue. But also from the bluntness of his words. So simple, yet so true. And laced with frustration. Tad wanted—no needed—to try and explain, but damn it, he didn’t know what to say.
Dick throbbing, he tried to collect his thoughts, softly clearing his throat. “Yeah… I think I’m starting to. I mean, you make me feel things. Inside. And out. And goddamn, all fucking over.”
Scott groaned, then pressed his lips to Tad’s neck. “I promised you last time I wouldn’t ask for more. So, if you want what I’ve got? Right here? Right now? You gotta fucking say it.”
Tad’s insides seized nervously. Of course Scott wouldn’t go back on his word. The dude was a living, breathing heartbeat of integrity. Which meant the ball was completely in Tad’s court. His pulse raced faster, his palms turning clammy. No way could admitting he wanted to make out be that fucking hard. So, what if he’d never pursued another guy. Like ever. In his whole freaking life. Being scared shitless didn’t make him incapable.
He could do this. He could. Especially with Scott.
He closed his eyes and drew in a breath. “I… do. Okay? There. I said it.”
“Mm,” Scott murmured, mouth roaming behind his ear. “You do what?”
Tad could practically hear him grinning. Pressing the heel of his palm into his boner, Tad fought back a smile of his own. “Want it.”
“It?”
Tad’s lips pursed tight. Goddamn it. That punk-ass was going to make him spell it out. Growling low, he shifted against Scott’s chest. “It, you asshole. From you.”
Scott chuckled and hugged him tight from behind. “Guess that’ll do for now. Baby steps and all.”
Tad barked out a laugh. “Kiss my ass. This shit’s new to me. Got no idea what I’m doing.”
Scott tsked and stepped back. “It’s really not that complicated. But don’t you worry, I’ll take it from here. Stay put.”
Tad closed his eyes as Scott went somewhere behind him. Staying put felt like about all he was capable of. Anything else and his knees would give out. His mind was reeling, his dick was throbbing, and… God… he’d just asked a guy to have sex.
How did Scott always get Tad so worked up? So hot that he did shit he typically wouldn’t do. The flogging, the massage, the fucking peep show; Scott was the only clear constant. Tad shook his head, supposing it’d been that way from the very start.
But to be fair, not just where sex was concerned. They say sexual intimacy is more than just physical. For a long time, Tad really hadn’t bought that. But now the emotional aspects seemed to make a lot more sense. Because in all the times he’s savored Scott’s touch—or jonesed for it when the guy wasn’t around—it wasn’t so much about the physical contact as it was about the connection. Engaging the guy on any level.
Because Scott lit his insides like nobody else. And Tad wasn’t referring to just his groin. The guy sparked an odd kind of sunlight in his chest. Those big warm eyes, that great fucking smile. All those cool things he’s said. Hell, he’d been drawing Tad in all along, but he’d been too dense to realize.
The sound of an end table drawer sliding out had his eyelids slowly parting. In front of him, Max was still diligently rocking Sean’s world. But at some point he’d turned the guy back to the window, his blissed-out face forward for all to see. And damn, did the dude look on beyond cloud nine. That faraway glaze in his dark blue eyes? Shit, he was past the moon. Like the floating embodiment of utter rapture, every inch of him was flushed and glistening with sweat.
Which could also be said for Red.
Tad’s hooded eyes watched him hammering away. The guy had some serious stamina. Like Scott. Tad could personally attest to—
Without warning, his cargos were yanked to the floor. “Gah!” he yelped, jerking in surprise.
A soft chuckle rumbled behind him. “What, you want more foreplay?”
He shot Scott a look over his shoulder. “How about more warning?” he drawled, kicking his shorts aside. “More warning would definitely be—”
“Arms up.”
Tad stiffened. Bossy much? Seemed muscle boy wasn’t messing around. No that there was any point in resisting. Tad had said he wanted this. So, he supposed it really wasn’t that big of a deal. A smile tugged at his lips. Besides, truth be told, the overbearing shit was kind of hot.
Steeling his resolve, he inhaled deep and got to following orders. And just like that, his shirt was gone, too. Jesus. The guy had him naked in thirty seconds flat. Evidently, Scott took green lights very fucking seriously.
A hot hand settled against his ass, then slid down to palm his left hamstring. “Lift your leg.” As Scott gripped behind his knee to coax the thing up, Tad glanced to his side. The guy had brought over one of the chairs. Confused, Tad propped his foot on its cushion. Why did Scott want him to—
Boss man nudged his other foot further to the right, effectively spreading his stance. Then gripping Tad’s hip to hold him stationary, Scott pressed his upper body forward. “Both hands on the glass.”
Oh. That’s why.
The vulnerable new position had Tad’s heart pounding fast. Scott was going to take him like this; standing up and facing forward. More goosebumps erupted, his dick giving another jerk.
“Fuck yeah,” Scott growled, all husky and loose. “Baby, stay just like that.” Soft, parted lips pressed against Tad’s back as strong hands gripped his sides. The contact shot a zing of current straight into his tailbone.
And then came the sound of knees touching ground. Tad’s only heads up before Scott palmed his ass. Strong fingers squeezed as the dude bit Tad’s cheeks, then spread them super wide. Tad’s mouth fell open, body bracing. Time to put his money where his mouth was.
And speaking of mouths, Scott’s must’ve moved closer ‘cause his hot breath was kissing Tad’s hole. Arousing didn’t even begin to describe it.
“Sorry, Tad,” he murmured, “but it’s been way too long since I had my fill of this.”
Holy shit, Scott’s voice sounded drenched in honey. All thick and raspy and—
Tad jerked, breath catching as Scott flicked his hole. Goddamn, the guy’s tongue was hot. Another lick came, then a teasing flutter of more. Tad shivered and twitched, sucking in gasps. “Oh—my God, dude—you’re fucking—Uh!” he grunted as Scott abruptly latched on and sucked. Eyes rolling back, a slew of incoherencies tumbled from his mouth. Forget Scott’s eyes being fucking illegal, his mouth was way more dangerous.
Kneading Tad’s cheeks, the guy’s tongue grew bolder. Tad shifted against him, his breaths coming fast. Motherfuck, that felt so incredibly unreal. Gale winds of pleasure, gearing up for the storm. His mind swam furiously, drowning in Scott.
A rough, low growl vibrated against his crack. Lips disengaging, the guy’s tongue went solo. Swirling and lapping, it lubed Tad up, soaking his hole with saliva. Tad moaned an anxious curse. He knew what that little fucker was going to do next.
“Now,” Scott rumbled. “Push against me now.”
Tad tensed, but gave the guy what he wanted. In went his tongue like a small, velvet dick, all hot and firm and slick. The prelude to a fucking. The foreshadowing of bliss.
He moaned as Scott probed him… fingers fumbling against the glass. “Oh fuck, dude. That’s so—that’s so fucking—ahhh...” His right hand dropped down and stroked his shaft.
Scott squeezed his cheeks then spread them wider, plundering deeper into his channel.
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bsp; “Ah, fuck!” Tad ground out, jaw clenching tight. “Jesus. Your fucking tongue.”
Scott chuckled, then pulled back and smacked his ass. “Hand back on the glass, babe. I told you, I got this.”
His authoritative timbre made Tad thrum, all take charge, obey me, and shit. Not that Tad thought of himself as submissive. In fact, he was pretty much the opposite. Because whenever Scott got all bossy, asserting his control? The energy he put off made Tad’s insides vibrate. It didn’t matter that the power play was directed at him. Because the thing was, the dude’s aggressive behavior stirred Tad’s own primal urges, the act of domination itself exciting him bigger than shit. Add to that the knowledge that it got Scott going, too, and Tad’s dick couldn’t get any bigger.
Of course, it all made him want to take control, too. He’d be flat out lying if he said he didn’t want to do the same shit to Scott. Because he one hundred percent, absolutely did. Just thinking about it got his blood pumping hot.
Hand back to the glass, he let loose a moan, mind reeling, body drunk with pleasure. Scott relinquished a cheek and reached between Tad’s legs—to play way too nice with his balls. But before Tad could utter the words “squeeze harder,” Scott’s hand slid up to his cock. Up and down, his tight fist pumped as his tongue continued its play.
Tad grimaced in ecstasy. Goddamn, the guy was merciless… and really fucking skilled. Already he had Tad right on the brink, mindless and ready to come. Seriously, the guy was a sexual wizard. And Tad wouldn’t have him any other way.
Wisps of rapture teased up his shaft and burrowed into his sac. He shifted, twitched, ground out raw curses, all the while struggling to breathe. So close, so close, he was going to blow. “Scott,” he panted. “You’re fucking—killing me.”
“Mmm,” Scott purred, pulling back. “Just making up for lots of lost time.” Releasing Tad’s cock, his hand retreated to sink a finger inside his hole. Tad jerked on a gasp, then settled back down. “Besides,” Scott chuckled, homing in on his prostate, “once my dick’s inside your ass, I’m probably not gonna last. You’ve got me so hard, I can barely fucking focus.”
Tad groaned out a curse, starting to shake. “F-f-fuck, dude. At this rate, I’m g-g-gonna be done before you e-e-even start.” Goddamn, the guy was getting dirty with his G. And Tad was totally loving it.