by Kora Knight
Scott fought hard to keep his back off the mat. But Tad wouldn’t be denied. Pulling back slightly, he bulldozered his hips forward once more. And damn if the motion didn’t suddenly feel sexual. His body relentlessly grinding against Scott’s. His jaw clenched, growing hornier by the second.
Fuuuuck.
Scott lifted his hips to try and stop rolling. An effort that didn’t do any good.
With one final push, Tad drove him to his back and pinned his shoulder blades flat. “Thousand one,” he growled, fighting back a smile.
Scott’s entire frame went slack. Tad eased up, too, releasing his hold to look down at the guy. Frowning slightly, utter bafflement etched the dude’s features. Tad couldn’t help laughing. “Is it really that hard to believe?”
Scott’s brows furrowed, his full lips twisting into the coolest looking pout. Tad eyed them intently, heat blooming in his gut. Who knew a scowl could be so sexy. Leave it to Scott to find a way. Tad grinned and shook his head, moving to get up.
Scott grabbed his bicep. “Three out of five.”
Tad paused, eyeing him. Was he serious? “You want me to put you on your ass two more times?”
A smile tugged at Scott’s lips, his expression of smoldering confidence turning Tad to liquid. “You gotta get me on the ground again to do that. And now that I know just what I’m up against, I don’t plan on letting that happen.”
Oh, fuck yeah. Another couple rounds of domination. Tad was so down with that. Giving a shrug, he stood up and offered his hand. “Alright, big guy. Let’s see you put your money where your mouth is.”
Scott let Tad pull him to his feet. “I’d rather put my dick where your mouth is.”
Tad laughed, a wash of heat flooding back to his cheeks. “I don’t suck dick.”
Scott lifted a brow. “You do if I win.”
Tad stilled, despite his efforts to look casual. “You’d seriously make me give you a blow job? Even when I’ve… never…”
Scott’s grin turned wicked. “I might.” His gaze dropped to Tad’s mouth. “But there’s something else I wanna do with those lips first.”
Tad swallowed, more tantalizing images assailing his mind. Scott’s decadent mouth moving against his. Soft but insistent. Sensual. Skilled. It made Tad’s muscles tense. Made his stiff cock freaking hum.
Forcing a chuckle, he settled back into ready stance. “You talk like you’ve already won. Careful. That shit just might come back to bite you in the ass.”
Scott growled, falling into position. “You keep talking about asses and who wins is gonna be the least of your worries.”
Tad eyed the guy, not sure if that was meant as a taunt or a promise. He certainly knew how his dick was taking it. Behind its protective cup, the thing gave a bump.
“One,” Scott prompted, muscles twitching, ready to pounce. “Two…”
Tad’s mind scrambled for a second game plan.
“Three.”
And just like that, Scott was on him. Arms tangling, hands gripping, heads and shoulders locked. Typically, these engagements gave wrestlers a chance to feel out their opponents. But Scott wasn’t the typical sort. Faster than shit, his arms hooked Tad’s biceps and secured a solid hold. And then just as quick, the fucker dropped down and flipped Tad over his shoulder. Tad’s backside hit the mat with a resounding SMACK!
Wind knocked out of him, he blinked in shock, then grunted when Scott dropped on top of him.
“Thousand one,” the bastard grinned, pinning him flat.
Tad’s brain reeled in disbelief. How in the fuck? Despite himself, he coughed out a laugh. “Holy shit, dude. What the hell was that?”
Scott’s grin turned downright boyish. “A tribute to The Rock.”
Tad stared at him, then laughed again. “I should’ve known.” Palming the guy’s shoulders, he moved to shove him off, but just couldn’t execute the plan. Seemed he didn’t really want the guy gone.
Scott didn’t seem pressed to go, either. Tad’s smile faded. Just like always, Scott’s sultry stare had drawn him in. God, to dive into those hot pools of fudge. Instantly, he envisioned the most delectable of scenes: Scott and him wrestling in warm, melted chocolate. Slick limbs tangling. Slippery fingers grasping. Lips and tongues licking and sucking…
His boner gave another hearty shove. Son of a bitch. Tad squeezed his eyes closed. No more freaking impromptu fantasies. At least not until he’d won the match.
Resolute, he got serious shoving Scott off. “Alright, Wrestle Mania. Now that we know what the other is dishing, I’d say it’s time we got this party started.”
Scott grinned and rose to his feet. “I’ll try to go easier this time.”
Tad smirked. “That won’t be necessary.”
Without further ado, they assumed their stance. Lead foot forward, knees bent, hands out. Torso slightly lowered. Tad’s mind churned vigorously. He couldn’t let Scott get another solid hold. Could barely afford even grappling with him. The guy was like a mad bull tearing it up. Tad needed to get in there, steal Scott’s balance, then fucking rock and roll.
He met his opponent’s dark, focused eyes. “Ready?”
Scott gave a nod.
Tad smiled and adjusted his stance. “One… Two…”
On three, he shot forward and grasped Scott’s biceps, stepped back and gave a harsh tug. The dude stayed put, but his foot came with, to keep him from falling over. But before Scott could back step, Tad dropped down, grabbed the guy’s front thigh, then shoved back to his feet. Scott cursed, suddenly hopping on one foot as Tad tucked his captured shin under his arm.
Heated gazes met again. Tad grinned smugly. Abruptly, he stepped back, twisted to the right, and yanked the guy off his last foot. Scott went down in an awkward flail, landing hard on his back.
Tad let go and dove on his chest. “Thousand one,” he grunted proudly.
Scott’s big arms snapped around him tight, his flashing eyes peering straight into Tad’s soul. “Well. Aren’t you a dark horse.”
Tad grinned, eating up the backward praise—and the feel of Scott’s arms around him. Holding him close. Heart beating hard against his ribs. Chest radiating more of that heat.
And damn, he could fucking smell the dude, too. All savory and sweaty, and yet so damn sweet. Like a flesh and bone sex pop he wanted to lick. And suck. His nostrils flared as Scott made a soft rumble. So bad he wanted to taste that shit. Take a tongue to the guy’s neck. Lap it over his pec. Somewhere. Anywhere. He really didn’t care. Hell, he’d take a finger.
His mouth started to water, eyelids dipping to half-mast. Down in his belly, those fire-winged fluttery things started to riot. Oh man, this was all just way too good. Palming the mat on the sides of the dude’s head, he lifted up and locked his elbows. Scott grinned and strengthened his hold. Damn, Tad really liked when he did that shit. Lips parting, his knees slowly straddled the dude’s hips.
“Mmm,” Scott purred.
Tad’s cock gave the dude’s belly a righteous nudge. Right through its fucking cup.
Scott lifted a brow.
Crap. Now he knew he’d given Tad a boner. Fresh heat tore into his cheeks. “Uh… yeah,” he chuckled sheepishly, trying to climb off.
Scott’s arms wrapped snugger. “Stay,” he murmured, his voice like a drug.
A ferocious jolt of lust sizzled Tad’s brain. He wanted to stay. So damn bad. But shit, he was trying to establish dominance—and Scott just gave him an order. Told him to stay like a frickin’ dog. And God, how Tad wanted to obey.
But his pride just couldn’t let that fly. Besides, Scott’s little distractions were stealing his thunder.
His gazed dropped down and eyed the guy’s mouth. “This mean you’re forfeiting? Admitting defeat?”
Scott’s lips curved seductively, his baby browns hooding. “Call it quits? Sure, babe. Anything you want.”
Those smug, frisky words blazed a path through Tad’s haze. He stilled. Frowned. The guy still thought he’d win. Was humoring Tad so they could me
ss around instead.
Every muscle stiffened. Oh, hell no. No way was he letting shit end like that. With Scott thinking he didn’t have what it took. As crazy as it seemed, it was really important that the guy believed in him.
Smirking, he shook his head. “Yeah, fuck you, dude. You still think you can take me.” He shoved off and got to his feet. “Seems I still gotta prove otherwise.”
Scott tsked playfully and got up, too. “You just like playing rough. Gaging by that bulge in your shorts.” He grinned. “But hey, if you wanna disguise it as proving something, who am I to stop you.”
Tad stared at him, hands on his hips. Screw it, his boner had already been spotted, no point in trying to hide it. Besides, he was starting to get exasperated. The guy wasn’t taking him seriously. “Dude. I’m not playing. One more loss and you’re shit out of luck. No kiss. No ass.” He smirked and crossed his arms. “And no fucking blowjob.”
Scott’s gaze dropped to Tad’s crotch. “And if you win? You’d honestly turn down lips wrapped around your cock?”
Tad’s teeth clenched, his dick swelling uncomfortably against its protector. God, how he’d love to have Scott swallow him whole. It’d been so long. Since that night on the dude’s massage table. His fingers balled as he steeled his shoulders and stiffly nodded his head. “Yup. Got no other way of knowing that you’re not just letting me win.”
Scott’s lips pursed into a line, the look in his eyes saying he finally understood. How serious Tad was. How important this was to him. A glimmer of genuine respect flickered in those eyes. But also realization. That if he didn’t get his head in the game, their night would be coming to an end.
Fresh fire lit his gaze. Driven, stark resolve. Ruthless determination. One that purred darkly, ‘Fine, I’ll give you what you want. But not at my expense.’
Which was exactly what Tad needed to see.
Scott licked his lips and nodded. “Okay. I hear you. You need this real.” Muscles rippling, he took a step closer. Tad eyed him. Damn. The way the dude’s jaw was ticking? He looked downright ferocious. But then he smirked and motioned to Tad’s shirt. “But I want that off.” Tad blinked down at his tee. Scott chuckled, pointing to his own bare chest. “Only fair.”
Tad’s heart jacked into overdrive. He supposed ditching his shirt wasn’t too much to ask. Tugging the thing off, he tossed it to the side. Cool air instantly assailed his flesh, turning his nipples to rocks.
A soft little rumble curled in Scott’s throat. Tad glanced up to find the dude staring at his pecs. Dark gaze glittering and those thick, black lashes doing that barely perceivable blink. Tad’s dick bucked with pride. He loved the way Scott appreciated his body. Especially when he could see it with his own two eyes. In the past, he’d always been blindfolded or facing away. But seeing it now? The guy’s gaze was straight up incinerating. Scott wanted him something fierce. And fuck if the feeling wasn’t mutual.
Clearing his thoughts, he drew in a breath. This was it. All he needed was one more pin. One last takedown to take the win. He could do this. He could. Piece of fucking cake.
Rolling his shoulders, he fell into stance. “Okay, my man. Here we go. On the count of three.”
A low, eager growl was Scott’s only reply.
“One... Two… Three—”
The guy was on him like freaking lightning, clutching Tad’s biceps with an iron grip. Shit. No. They couldn’t grapple. Scott would overpower him way too fast. But the dude already had a brutal-ass hold. Tad spread his stance, trying to tug the guy off balance. But Scott knew that trick now. And seemed to be implementing it with his own shrewd tactics. He jerked Tad right, then back to the left, then yanked him roughly forward. Tad scrambled to counter the wicked brute force but, goddamn, that shit wasn’t easy.
Scott’s huge hand palmed the back of Tad’s skull and shoved his head toward his knees. Tad braced, instinctively resisting. God only knew what Scott had in store. He didn’t exactly adhere to the wrestling rules of conduct. Which made him dangerously unpredictable. Shifting awkwardly, Tad struggled to break free. Until the guy abruptly let go. Tad’s head shot back up, leaving his torso unguarded.
Scott lunged low, having clearly set him up. Steely arms snapped around him tight, big hands sliding to the back of Tad’s knees.
Shit, shit, shit.
Yanking them to his chest, the guy plowed forward like a motherfucking linebacker. Tad’s knees buckled hard, body falling backward as Scott slammed him to the ground. Air burst from his lungs when the dude’s weight descended.
“Thousand one,” Scott grinned.
“Goddamn it!” Tad barked. How in the fuck had Scott pulled that shit off? Now they were goddamn tied! A visceral need to go bat-shit crazy sliced through his veins.
Though, in truth, he was just as turned on as pissed. Engaging the guy so aggressively was intoxicating as hell. Even though he’d just been bested again. Didn’t matter. It was still exactly what Tad had been craving. Scott’s tight body all up against his, both fighting for domination.
Scott chuffed out another laugh and met Tad’s glare. “Don’t tell me you expected anything less when you’ve offered yourself as the prize.”
Tad scowled at the guy. He was angry. And frustrated. And really effing horny. Could feel his heartbeat down in his cock, making it press painfully against that frickin’ cup. God, if Scott didn’t get off him pronto, he was going to do something stupid. Like forfeit the match himself.
Forcing a smirk, he shoved at Scott’s shoulders. “About time you got serious.” Because despite his irritation, Tad couldn’t have been happier that Scott had given his all. Granted, his ‘all’ had put Tad on his ass, but still. He wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Scott grinned, resisting Tad’s efforts to push him off. “Yup. So, get ready to pucker up.” His dark gaze zeroed in on Tad’s mouth. “’Cause those babies are fucking mine.”
Tad’s insides shot to infernal temps. The dude was trying to fry his lucidity. And was doing a bang-up job. Not that Tad couldn’t play that game. “Keep telling yourself that, big guy.” Slowly, he licked his lips. “But these won’t be given up so easily.”
Scott watched his teasing tongue. Tad grinned. Seemed he wasn’t the only one so easily distracted. Giving the dude’s jaw a sideways shove, he sent Scott toppling off. “Come on,” Tad drawled, rising to his feet. “It’s tie-breaker time.”
Scott chuckled and got up, too. “You can’t wait for that kiss, either, I see.”
“Something like that,” Tad murmured. Right foot forward, he lifted his hands, damn near chomping at the bit. Scott was so going down. He didn’t care if the guy came at him like a tsunami. All Tad needed was to get him on the ground. Solidifying control wouldn’t be a problem. It’s where he excelled—regardless of Scott strength. Once on the mat, the match was his.
Tad locked eyes with his opponent. “One… Two…”
Their lips curved in unison.
“Three.”
Scott lunged hard, but Tad was more than ready, gearing up to use the guy’s wrecking-ball against him. The second their charging bodies engaged, Tad side-stepped and twisted, then abruptly stepped back, using Scott’s momentum to yank the guy around. Which put him in great position to shove his hip into the guy’s gut. With a shout, Tad tossed the dude over his side and slammed him into the mat.
Scott grunted as his back hit the ground. But just like that, he was on his stomach, preventing a finishing pin. Not for long, though. Tad dropped onto the guy’s back and secured control. It was only a matter of time now. Not that he wanted it to end. This was the best part, after all. Come to think of it, now that his body was sprawled over Scott’s, he had a bit of wiggle room to play.
Tauntingly, he rolled his hips into Scott’s ass. “Worried yet?”
Scott shifted beneath him, frustration emanating from his frame. He wasn’t stupid. He knew Tad had him by the balls. But he also wasn’t a quitter. No way in hell was he giving up yet.
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��I don’t do worried, shy boy.”
“I’ll show you shy.” Lifting onto his elbows, Tad shifted his weight. Instinctively, Scott rose up, too, readying to make an escape. Tad grinned. The guy was braced on his forearms again. Someone hadn’t learned his lesson. Tad’s hands shot under his arm pits and grabbed his thick right wrist. With one mighty yank, he had the thing down between Scott’s abs and the mat.
Scott cursed and tried to toss him off. But with an arm out of commission and both of Tad’s around his waist, that shit was pretty much impossible. Rocking back, Tad tugged up Scott’s hips by that wrist he still clutched underneath.
Scott’s free hand scrambled for purchase as his left knee came off the floor. But there was nothing to grab onto. Tad rolled onto his back, bringing the guy along with him. Scott fought it hard, but still wound up with his ass cradled in Tad’s pelvis. And his shoulder blades on the mat. No way was he getting off his back in time.
Thousand one! Tad wanted to shout, but held his tongue. Because he didn’t want this moment to end. So instead, he loosened his hold just enough to allow Scott to scramble free. But the second the guy was on his front, Tad was back on him like white on rice. Manipulating him into another hold before putting him back on his scapulars.
Thousand one.
A second time, he let his arms slacken, giving Scott some leeway. Never enough, though, to avoid another pin.
Thousand one.
Again and again, he played the game, never once calling the win. Scott struggling against him was just way too much fun. And unbelievably hot. Arms grappling, hips rocking. Legs tangling, chests heaving. Pure male energy. Concentrated testosterone. Tad’s entire body thrummed with the stuff, down to his fucking junk. God, the headiness of Scott pinned beneath him. It was making his head spin. Like some kind of sexed-up, rough and tumble drug. Suddenly all Tad wanted to do was rock himself against Scott’s body. Seemed somewhere amidst their rowdy little romp, wrestling had turned into foreplay.
Back on his stomach, Scott’s whole body stilled, then eased beneath Tad’s weight. Even his chest deflated. The guy’s vexed groan laced with hunger echoed in the back of Tad’s haze. No way was the dude admitting defeat. Tad’s hips made an eager grind against Scott’s ass as he waited for the guy’s next move.