by Kora Knight
Which Scott seemed to be anticipating.
Gradually, he strengthened his grip on Tad’s nuts, so subtly, though, that the pain barely registered. Just a distant, dull ache that slowed his orgasm’s onset, yet taunted it to come just the same. Thing was, the taunting was going to win out. ‘Cause, yeah, mix anything with Scott’s expert lips and the game was pretty much over.
An extra potent shot of bliss plunged into his sac.
“Uh— fuck!” he croaked, ass lifting off the bed.
A throaty vibration rolled down his shaft as Scott paused to suckle his glans. Unfortunately, that didn’t help at all. Maybe even made things worse. Tad ground out a curse, legs shifting against Scott’s sides.
Hold it back… Hold it back… Hold it fucking back…
God, he could only imagine how he looked. Body all flushed and writhing and shit. Whatever his appearance, Scott was definitely loving it. Tad could see it crystal clear in his eyes. All heavy and hooded, teeming with hunger. Scott’s own special brand of praise. Tad’s blood burned hotter at the sight.
But then Scott chilled and gave him a breather. The guy was generous like that. Gave Tad, oh, maybe five point six seconds before delving back to his original task.
Down— up— down— up— down— up— down—
The dude’s grip still steadily tightening.
Tad arched on a moan as swaths of sensation flared up then rushed into his balls. Balls that should’ve been hurting a lot worse. Maybe Scott’s gradual constriction technique worked like a frog in boiling water, building at a rate that’s deceiving. Whatever the deal, it was bizarrely erotic. And just as strange was how much he loved it.
Scott’s suction grew stronger, his tongue moving faster, spurring a flurry of insanity through Tad’s crotch. Panting, he tried to take some notes so he’d get all this craziness right. But, mother of fuck, he was just so damn close.
Hold it back— Hold it back— Hold it fucking back—
But as he held the guy’s gaze, his thighs started to shake. The warring sensations in his crotch were maddening. Aching balls and reeling cock, driving him insane.
God, Scott was a master.
Abruptly, shit mushroomed, overriding all pain, shooting shards of dizzying pleasure deep into Tad’s groin.
“Fuck!” he howled, head wrenching back, hips pushing hard off the bed. “Shit, Scott— Shit!— I’m gonna fucking—”
All physical contact instantly ceased.
Tad groaned, body twitching in protest. He’d been so close, he could practically taste it.
Scott moved back over him, hands braced by Tad’s head. “Fuck, babe,” he rasped, peering into Tad’s eyes. “You’re so goddamn incredible.”
Tad blinked in surprise, but before he could speak, Scott dive-frickin’-bombed his lips. Just dove on them like some starved bird of prey. Taking control and getting serious fast. Tad fisted his hair and moaned into his mouth, fingers still shaking from the ride.
Scott growled and settled atop him. And, man, did all that weight feel amazing. First time, Tad realized, they’d ever lain like that. And something he’d never forget. The feeling was exciting. Intimate. Intense.
But mainly it was beautiful as hell.
Tad’s heart hammered up his ribcage and into his throat. Damn. Another lump. But unlike those other ones, this one didn’t hurt. Just seemed to underscore his joy.
Scott eased back and pressed his forehead to Tad’s. “You ready,” he rumbled, “to give it a go?”
God, that voice. That fucking voice. Like he just chugged warm honey. All sexified and gravelly, thrumming with need. Tad purred in satisfaction. His man was straight-up horny as shit.
And Scott hot-and-heavy was a mighty fine thing.
Tad grinned and shoved him onto his back. “Fuck yeah, I’m ready.” But as he straddled Scott’s hips and grabbed his shirt, his heated zeal quickly receded. He’d never undressed a guy before. He winced and chewed his lip. “But you’re a hard act to follow, so don’t be too critical.”
Scott’s smile turned sexy. “I’ll grade on a curve.”
Tad smirked. “You gracious bastard.”
“That’s right,” Scott chuckled, resting his arms above his head.
Tad laughed and shook his head, then got back to working that charcoal-grey tee up Scott’s abs. Helpful as always, he arched to assist. Tad exhaled at the sight. Such a smooth, muscular torso, all tan and tight. It was almost unfair how beautiful he was. Almost. Because in a way that body was Tad’s property now, too.
And, yeah, that definitely evened things out.
Forcing himself to focus, he eased the thing over Scott’s head. His strong, stubbly jaw reemerged first. Then that sexy-ass criminal mouth. Tad paused, struck by a mischievous wild hair. Talk about an opportunity too hot to pass up. Time to give Mr. Punkass a taste of his own medicine.
With Scott’s face still half-covered, Tad pressed the guy’s shirt firmly into the bed. Which not only pinned his big ole guns, but blindfolded his gorgeous eyes, too.
Scott stilled for a second, then slowly grinned.
Jesus, what a sight. Gotta get some of that.
Descending fast, Tad reclaimed those lips, diving fast back into bliss. “Damn, baby,” he growled. “I’m really liking this.”
Scott’s lips went still. “Call me that again.”
“You liked that?” Tad smiled.
“Fuck, yeah, I did. Wanna hear that shit again.”
Grin widening, Tad fused their mouths back together. “Baby,” he murmured. “Love you like this. All pinned down with nowhere to go.”
Scott tried to lift his head, to deepen the kiss, but his shirt just wasn’t having it. Besides, it was Tad’s turn to drive. Pressing in close, he worked those fine lips, lazily, then fast and hard. And damn if Scott didn’t humor him like a champ—taking and giving to the pace of Tad’s play. Even his tongue stayed nice and chill ’til Tad finally coaxed it out.
And, man, did things spike fast after that.
Insane how bad that thing made him thrum. Made his every cell and taste bud purr. With hungry impatience. And hardcore need. Pulsing like a sound wave to the marrow of his bones.
Tad melted atop him like hot fucking wax, his mind going vacay from the heat. Their kiss, however, had the opposite effect on everything south of the border. Like Tad’s hips, for example, grinding against Scott’s crotch, making his boner sing.
Frottage. Gotta love that shit.
Long minutes later, Scott turned his head. “Tad,” he chuckled breathlessly. “C’mon, babe. You’re stalling.”
“Not stalling, just sidetracked.” Tad grinned against his cheek. “But speaking of sidetracked…” His mouth trailed Scott’s jawline, then moved down to his neck, giving it a nice slow bite.
A throaty rumble rolled past his ears. “Fuck… That’s nice… But isn’t gonna work.”
Without further warning, Scott pitched to his side and sent Tad toppling off. Yank went his shirt, uncovering those eyes, which quickly locked on their target. Jesus, he looked ready to pounce.
Scott smirked, cocked a brow, then grabbed Tad’s hips and tugged him roughly beneath him. “Time’s up, shy boy.”
“Okay,” Tad laughed. “Fine by me.”
And it really was. Hell, he was so damn hot and bothered, he’d do anything to get with the guy. Not that foreplay with Scott was any kind of chore. Especially now the he’d be doing the teasing.
Scott chuckled, rocked his hips, then rolled onto his back.
Tad drew in a lungful and sat back up— then cursed, quickly covering his dick. Motherfuck, he hated being the only one naked. More stupid heat to his stupid effing cheeks. Scott shook his head, but thankfully didn’t comment.
Closing his eyes, Tad forced the idiocy out of his freaking head. God knew, the stuff he was about to engage in would make nudity a walk in the park. And besides, he’d absolutely loved making Scott squirm at the gym. This romp was going to be just as fun. Maybe even better
.
Head in the game, Mitchel.
Lids lifting, he looked up and— damn near combusted.
Propped against the headboard atop a bunch of pillows, Scott looked like a sexed-up god. All drunken with lust and patiently waiting. Tad drank in the sight of him like he’d draw in breath. Dark eyes, heavy lids, muscles galore. Forearms resting atop his head. One leg bent, the other outstretched. Nice big bulge in the crotch. No joke, the dude looked good enough to eat. Which Tad would be doing soon. Happily.
Shit, he’d even lick the plate.
Clearing his throat, he gestured to Scott’s jeans. “I guess you’re wanting me to take those—”
Scott nodded before he could finish, donning a sultry smile.
“Right. Stupid question.” Scooting closer, Tad reached for his fly—
Ohhh, fuck.
Muscle man wasn’t just sporting wood. He was packing his totem pole again.
A tingle raced through Tad’s groin, remembering the night of that massage. When the guy moved so deeply inside his body he’d barely been able to breathe. It’d been more than overwhelming, though. It’d also been surreal.
Back then, Tad hadn’t really understood why, but now it was easy to see. On that big soft table, as Scott held him close? He hadn’t just been pumping Tad full of dick, he’d been filling up his soul. The same thing, Tad realized, Scott did every time the two of them did the deed.
Especially that night at the gym. He’d been too riled up at the time to see it, too distracted to do the math. But now, God, it couldn’t be more freaking clear. Scott hadn’t just given up a piece of ass, he’d given up piece of him. Which couldn’t have been easy, considering his past. Made Tad feel just that much better that he’d given Scott a piece of him, too. Things might’ve started out as a fun, rough-and-tumble, but they’d definitely ended as more. One of the very best nights of Tad’s life.
Hell, one of the hottest, too…
The memory sent a powerful shiver up his spine. Jerked from his musing, Tad fumbled with Scott’s button. The second he undid it, the dude busted free.
“Shit, yeah,” Scott exhaled. “Sooo much better.”
A quiet chuckle left Tad’s lungs, because, yup, he could totally relate. In fact, things were always especially snug whenever Scott was around.
Allowing himself a second to linger, he took in the guy’s impressive cock. At the gym, he’d held the thing more than he’d seen it. And talk about a handful. But eyeing it now, all up close and personal? Fucking delish. Long and thick, with the coolest little curve. Topped with a nice, round head. Add in all those masculine veins and the beast was a perfect ten.
Tad couldn’t wait to get acquainted.
Shoving his hands up under Scott’s ass, he fisted the denim and tugged. Down went his pants to the middle of his thighs. Tad eyed them intently, too. Muscle-packed and sculpted, dusted with hair, they made him want to growl. But he bit that shit back and kept on going, pulling those jeans over his knees. Down along his calves and past his feet, with a final toss over Tad’s shoulder.
Scott grinned in amusement and spread his legs. “Come hither,” he murmured, crooking his finger.
Guess it was time to relocate. Heart thumping, Tad climbed between the guy’s knees and settled onto his heels. Scott made a happy sound, and Tad had to agree. Their bodies’ snug contact did feel good.
Scott raked him with one seriously hungry look, then lifted an expectant brow.
Tad swallowed. Right. Okay. Shit, what to do first…
Yeah, like he couldn’t remember. Every single thing Scott did was seared into his soul. Time to give back… in fucking spades.
Blood pumping faster, he moved in close, hands bracing beside Scott’s frame. The dude gave a rumble, but didn’t say a word. So, Tad leaned down and gently kissed his mouth, right there at the corner.
“Do you trust me?” he smiled, repeating Scott’s earlier question.
A low, soft exhale swept past his cheek. Hmm. Not a no, but also not a yes. Pressing on, he cupped the side of Scott’s head. “Do you trust me with this up here?” Again, he didn’t say a word. Tad paused with a frown, then warily palmed Scott’s chest, not bothering to even voice the question. What he was asking was understood.
Scott’s quiet groan thrummed beneath his fingers, vibrating amidst his beating heart. Tad’s chest squeezed painfully. Fuck if all this silence didn’t feel like a no. An answer, he supposed, that he kind of deserved. Why should Scott trust him— with any of those things?
God, now he wished that he hadn’t even asked.
Rising back up, he looked at Scott’s face. No smile. No frown. Just straight lips and staring. Utterly impossible to read.
Tad sighed and shook his head. “It’s okay… if you don’t. I totally under—”
“I do.”
He stilled in surprise. “You do?”
Scott’s mouth curved into a gorgeous smile. “Yeah. I do. But if you make me regret it, I will beat your ass.”
His tone sounded casual and, yeah, even teasing, yet his baby browns said something different. Scott was nervous, and still unsure. Tad’s stomach clenched with regret. He was the one who’d instilled that unease.
Time to fix that shit and do some convincing.
Leaning back down, he murmured in Scott’s ear. “You won’t… I promise… I’ll show you... You’ll see.”
Warm hands palmed his sides and squeezed. Scott’s silent gesture of faith. Tad closed his eyes and exhaled. That one sole sentiment meant more than frickin’ gold. Scott’s personal little ray of heaven lighting up his soul. Never again would he do this man wrong.
Insides vibrating with fresh conviction, he skimmed his lips down Scott’s neck. Back to business. A soft moan sounded, sinking into his chest, melting into his soul.
Tad grinned and palmed the dude’s thick pec, his thumb finding its little nub. Back and forth, back and forth, making it nice and hard. All the while, his mouth moved lower, to that muscle between Scott’s neck and shoulder. Impishly, he teased it with his teeth and tongue ‘til the guy gave a shivery growl. Which sounded so insanely incredible that, fuck yeah, Tad did it again.
“Shit, babe,” Scott rasped, gripping him tighter.
Tad chuckled and moved lower, totally getting into it, stopping at those enticing nipples. Nipples he’d been dying to sample forever. His gaze dipped down to study them up close. Yup, still looked like cherries and chocolate, stirred into stiff little peaks. Tempting him, taunting him, to go on and taste.
Challenge accepted.
Closing his eyes, he descended to the one as his thumb kept stroking the other. Just a tentative tongue swipe, but that’s all it took to instantly relish the flavor. Nope, not cherries. And definitely not chocolate. Just a whole lot of savory-sweet Scott. His tongue straight-up blissed as his throat gave a rumble. Seriously, how could skin taste this good? The dude defied taste bud physics. Not that Tad was complaining.
And then there was the fucking texture. So firm and pebbled, yet so tender and soft. The epitome of tactile erotica. Felt so good against Tad’s tongue, he definitely wanted more. So, again and again, he glided over it, making Scott arch and groan. Tad smiled against his skin, remembering the feel. How such a small area could pack so much pleasure, he had no clue. But exploiting it was certainly going to be fun…
Pressing closer, he gave a fleeting suck, then established a smooth, rhythmic suckle. Another drugged-out moan rose to his ears as Scott’s big hands clutched his shoulders. Oh, yeah. Somebody liked Tad’s mouth. Liked it a lot.
Confidence surging, he shifted gears, amping things up to frisky. Flicking and rolling those sensitive nips between fingers and lips and tongue. His man arched back up with a husky curse. Holy hell, talk about provocative.
And Scott had to know what was coming next. Had demonstrated specifically what he wanted Tad to do. Smirking wryly, he kissed the dude’s nip then unleashed a pinch on the other.
Scott jerked, then snarled and yanked
Tad down, securing him between his thighs.
“Damn,” Tad chuckled, suckling the sting. “You seem to really like that.”
“God, yes. Shit. I fucking love it.”
So, Tad did it again to the other side, laughing as Scott bucked with a hiss. Until, that is, his deep, rich chuckle reached Tad’s throbbing dick. Groaning, he ground his hips into the bed, pleasure instantly surging. And then some vivid mental images surged, too. Of mounting Scott’s ass and sinking in deep as the big guy gasped his freaking name. Kind of like he did on those mats at the gym…
Tad growled against Scott’s smooth pectoral, damn near getting sidetracked. Something he didn’t want to do with the dude all splayed out beneath him. He had shit to prove, an endgame to meet.
Wrapping it up, he migrated south, down to Scott’s washboard stomach. Where his lips got busy the second they arrived, exploring each tensed-up bulge. Tasting and testing with his teeth and tongue as soft moans rose from above. Tad’s insides vibrated at the mere fucking sound, even as his mouth moved lower. ’Cause, yeah, he needed to get to that navel.
And man, was it even better than he’d expected. Just a decadent little dip, but so smooth and hot. God, how he’d love to slurp from the thing. With beer maybe. Or, hell, even Coke.
Another heady image barged into his brain. Of jacking Scott off until he came, his load overflowing that bellybutton. Fuck yeah, he’d lap up that thick shit, too.
Tad stilled in surprise. Whoa. Where the hell did that come from?
Guess Scott wasn’t the only freak in the house.
Deciding to contemplate that craziness later, Tad dipped his tongue inside. Scott’s ab muscles instantly clenched. And didn’t that make for one hell of a sight. The dude’s smokin’ eight-pack in stark relief. Made Tad want to get serious with the licking. So, serious is what he got.
Scott growled, then shuddered. “Such a sweet fucking mouth.”
Tad grinned against his bellybutton. Scott’s dirty little compliments were like strokes to his dick, making his insides burn. Eyes lifting, Tad’s whole body froze on the spot. His man was watching him beyond intently, with that bottom lip between his teeth.