by Kora Knight
“Tad.”
Tad blinked, dazed and reeling with desire. God, he needed to get a grip. But part of him didn’t want to. Wanted to stay as he was, all boned-up and hot, basking in the glow of his win. Again, he rocked his hips.
“Tad.” This time his name was a raw, restless moan. One that snagged his undivided his attention.
“Yeah,” he rasped.
“I get it... You won.”
Tad grinned against Scott’s shoulder. “Should I grab an ice pack for your ego?”
A soft, amused sound. “Kiss my ass.”
Tad laughed, still catching his breath. “Sorry. No can do. That’d be in direct violation of the Victor Code.”
Still, he didn’t get off Scott’s back. Just couldn’t make his body cooperate. Not that his mind was helping much, either. Seemed both were pretty content staying right where they were. All mentally inebriated and wrapped around Scott’s body—with his hips still doing that jig.
More sultry silence as their heavy breathing slowed.
“Tad,” Scott prompted a few seconds later.
Shit. The poor guy was waiting for him to get off. But Tad was still reining it in. Damn, that was one erotic bout of roughhousing. Where he’d not only won, but dominated. Forced Scott into submission, time and time again. Man, even now, he didn’t want it to end. Though, to be honest, with all the edgy nitrous hammering through his system? If they did keep on going, he’d probably try to mount the guy.
The thought had his boner head-butting its cup. Tad grimaced. That shit hurt. Lips against Scott’s skin, he dug into his shorts and yanked that bastard out. Ah, sweet liberation. His happy dick gave Scott’s ass a nudge.
A gravely growl whispered past his ears.
And damn, if that didn’t send Tad spinning even harder, the image he’d had of them going at it still bouncing around in his brain. But now he didn’t want the thing just a fantasy. He wanted it live-action real.
His hips rocked forward on a needy curse.
Scott exhaled hard. “Damn… You wanna fuck.” Not a question.
Tad buried his face between the guy’s shoulder blades. “Yeah,” he groaned. “I do.”
“But I thought—”
“I know,” Tad muttered, feeling like an idiot. “I wasn’t planning on—but then shit got serious and…” His words drifted off, the mere feel of Scott beneath him derailing his train of thought. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus. “Getting physical like that felt so incredible. And now… Shit, now I… I want to...” God, he couldn’t say it.
“You don’t wanna just fuck,” Scott murmured. “You wanna top.”
More than just a little mortified, Tad nodded against Scott’s shoulder. “Yeah. I do. Bad.”
Shit. What was he doing? What was he saying? That he wanted to fuck a guy in the ass? No. No way. God, he couldn’t. Tad grimaced, cock throbbing as his hips made another grind. Yeah, scratch the ‘couldn’t do it’ crap. Hell yeah, he could. Needed to so bad he was about to lose his shit.
But Scott didn’t seem like the bottoming type. Not that Tad understood the whole top-bottom dynamic. He really hoped taking turns was part of the deal. Because no way could he stay entirely a bottom. Like now, when his inner caveman was all riled up.
Beneath him, Scott shifted, then gave a tight nod. “Okay.”
A wave of trepidation hit Tad hard, like a part of him had been hoping Scott would ultimately say no. But he didn’t. Scott had, however, hesitated. Tad’s hands slid down and gripped the guy’s hips. “You sure? ‘Cause you don’t really sound it.”
Scott’s chuckle sounded bittersweet. “Believe me. I’m sure.”
Then why had he waited to agree? Again, Tad rocked against the dude’s ass. “You don’t like bottoming?”
What would it be like to take a reluctant? Was that what Scott experienced the first time they met? Because Tad had definitely had his reservations. And Scott had definitely seemed aroused by that fact.
A scandalous image punched into his brain. Scott’s cheek to the mat, wrists pinned against his back as Tad owned his up-raised ass. Oh, fuck yeah… The prospect made him hum with need. Sent currents of lust sizzling from his junk up the length of his spine.
Scott exhaled. “No, it’s… It’s not that.”
Tad stilled at his tone. Was Scott about to change his mind? His cock twitched anxiously. No changing minds, damn it. No going back.
“I’ll give up that kiss,” he blurted out, gripping the dude’s hips tighter.
Scott paused then let out a short, soft laugh. “Playing hardball, I see.”
A smile tugged at Tad’s lips. “Just sweetening the pot.”
“Mmhmm. Well, I accept your offer. Not that I was trying to say no.”
Tad pressed his brow to Scott’s nape. “Oh.”
Slowly, his fingers inched along the guy’s sides. Curving over strong hips. Tracing every rib. Gaze hooded, lips parting, his breaths turned shallow.
Again, Scott shifted beneath him. “Tad.”
“Yeah.”
“You… wanna do this now?”
Tad groaned, eyes closing. “Yes. God, yes. Right fucking now.”
Air left Scott’s lungs in a rush. “Alright, but… I haven’t bottomed in a while…” His tone sounded, well, downright wary.
Tad’s hands paused their perusing as the dude’s words sank in. Scott needed Tad to get him ready, but wasn’t sure Tad could do it. Which made sense, considering Tad’s lack of experience. He thought back to the times when Scott had done the deed, making sure he was nice and prepped. Slow, sensual fingers, soothing, stroking. Then probing and opening him up. Always careful. Never rushed. Its own form of sensual foreplay.
His stomach twisted nervously. That kind of business was for the straight-up pros. Something Tad was absolutely not. He’d never done anything even remotely similar. Work his fingers up another guy’s ass? Jesus. But then again, he’d never done the shit that followed, either. Ironically, exploring Scott’s body didn’t sound all that bad. In fact, it sounded amazing.
So, he’d give it a try. And he’d probably suck at it bigger than shit. Worst case scenario? Scott would laugh his ass off, call it quits, and kick Tad’s butt off the mat. But if by some crazy chance he got it right and made the big guy squirm? Then the danger he was about to put his pride in would be totally worth the risk.
He needed to do it now, though, before he chickened out. God, what would his friends say? What would they think? Screw it. He’d think about all that shit later. After he fucked his man.
Tad stilled. His man?
I wish, came a quiet voice in his head. Clearing his throat, he sat back on his heels, straddling one of Scott’s calves. “Can’t say I’ve ever done this before… but I remember what you did to me, so hopefully I’ll get it right.”
“Oh, God,” Scott chuckled. “I’m so fucking screwed.”
Tad grinned. “In every sense of the word.”
Inhaling deep, he steeled his resolve. Now or never. Tentative hands reached for Scott’s shorts, fingers curling under the waistband. The dude stilled… then exhaled the softest of sounds. Rising onto his elbows, he lifted his hips to help the cargos slide down.
Tad stared in rapt captivation, shamelessly ogling the most incredible ass he’d ever fucking seen. And that was no exaggeration. The thing was insane. All firm and tight and tan like the rest of him. Rounded in all the right places. Yet chiseled-looking, too, with mouthwatering hollows running down its muscular sides.
Seriously. The dude had the ass of a god.
But the icing on the cake was Scott’s sinful little jockstrap. Just the sight of it made Tad’s balls ache. Maybe because its super-white contrast made his tan look so rich. Or maybe because its sleek, stretchy straps hugged Scott’s cheeks like a dream. A wet dream, to be exact. Framing his ass like a fucking Picasso.
Tad tugged off the shorts then settled back onto his heels. So bad he wanted to touch the guy. Just run his hands up those big,
thick hamstrings. Feel those thin dark hairs tickling his palms. He supposed there was no time like the present. So, he did just that.
Scott shivered imperceptibly. Tad wouldn’t’ve even caught it if he hadn’t been touching the guy. He moved his hands higher and splayed them against the dude’s butt.
Propped on his elbows, Scott dropped his head, making his big shoulders bunch. “God, I love when you touch me.”
Tad stilled with a smile. “Yeah?”
Scott gave a small nod. “Yeah.”
“Hmm.” Tad gave those handfuls a subtle squeeze. Then promptly bit back a moan. His ass felt so effing unreal. Like smooth, compact pillows of heat. His heartbeat accelerated in textile wonder. He couldn’t help it. He had to do it again. Fingertips clutching, he squeezed the guy harder.
Another rumble emanated from Scott’s chest. Tad licked his lips, suddenly overcome with the strongest desire to lean in and taste him.
Just one lick on his cheek. Then he’d get back to business.
He bent forward and opened his mouth, letting his tongue out to play. Hesitant at first, barely touching, then with just a little more pressure. The dude’s glutes twitched. Once, then twice.
“Fuck,” Scott breathed, forearms shifting against the mat.
Tad’s insides lit hot. Okay, so maybe just a couple more licks. No way was one going to be enough. Grinning, he pressed his tongue nice and flat and slowly dragged it up. Damn. To finally know the taste of Scott. And man, was it fantastic. Salty and savory, yet kind of sweet, too. Like a honey butter dinner roll straight from the oven. Uniquely Scott, just like his scent. Both able to make Tad salivate at the drop of a frickin’ dime.
Kind of like he was doing now.
His hands gripped Scott’s hips and coaxed them to lift. Then his lips got in on the fun, too. The dude exhaled roughly, sliding his knees further apart. Tad shivered. The sight before him was almost too much. Scott’s sweet ass partially raised, his strong thighs spread. And fuck, that heavy package peeking down, snug inside its jockstrap.
Way too hot. Yet, Tad wanted more.
Mouth against skin, he started to suck as his fingertips slid toward Scott’s groin. The dude’s hips kicked at the contact. Seemed Tad wasn’t the only one sensitive there.
“Shit,” Scott chuckled. “Sorry. Don’t stop.”
Tad swallowed back a growl. He had no intention of stopping. Because that lava in his belly was only getting hotter. Making him hungrier. Hornier. Sitting back, his hands returned to Scott’s ass and gently started to kneed. Until one decided to slip between two thighs.
Scott moaned as Tad fingers fumbled to free his cup. Eventually he did, though, and tossed it over his shoulder. His hand returned quickly to palm the dude’s junk, from outside that sweet little jockstrap. God, he was getting bold. He’d just grabbed another guy’s dick. Definitely another first.
Scott hissed and wrapped his fingers around Tad’s, then gave his bulge a squeeze. Tad’s mouth went slack, lashes fluttering. Oh, fuck. The dude was sporting some wicked wood. Crazy hard. And, damn, crazy huge.
Tad groaned, his own cock purring in approval. He could barely think straight. His heart was pounding too hard, his head spinning too fast. Like the sounds and feels and tastes of Scott had short-circuited his brain. Though, somehow his friskiness still remained. Leaning in, he gave the guy a bite.
Scott jerked, inhaling sharply. “Shit, Tad,” he breathed, then let out a laugh. “God, you’re fucking killing me.”
Tad grinned and sat up, admiring the mark he left on Scott’s cheek. He supposed he had gotten sidetracked. But in his defense, the dude’s ass was ridiculously distracting.
Scott shifted beneath him, so Tad moved off his leg. As the guy rose up to sit on his heels, he eyed Tad over his shoulder. Tad’s entire being reveled at the sight. Flushed cheeks, smoldering eyes, lips that were clearly just licked. Made Tad want to lick them, too. And every other inch of Scott’s body. Especially now that he knew how good the dude tasted. His dick twitched in remembrance.
Time to get back on track.
Drunk on anticipation, Tad reached for the guy, planning to shove him down on all fours. But instead, he found himself scooting close to press against Scott’s back. Ironically, as badly as he wanted to get buried, he also wanted to take his time. Savor the heat of this amazing man who made him feel so alive.
But God, where to start? And how?
Tentatively, he touched his mouth to Scott’s nape. Not a kiss, just initial contact. Then he parted his lips and exhaled. Instantaneous goosebumps peppered the guy’s flesh as another rumble rolled past Tad’s ears. His fingers curled around Scott’s hips, eliciting a tiny shiver. Tad smiled. That he could garner such responses was a heady thing. Made him want to know what else he could do. How else he could get Scott to react. The effort would be worth it for another of those hot little growls.
Closing his eyes, he pressed his mouth back to Scott’s neck. And then he did it again. And again after that. At the same time, his hands left Scott’s hips to inch their way toward his groin. An abrupt rush of air left the guy’s lungs as his big hands clamped down on Tad’s.
“Ticklish?” Tad grinned.
“Yeah. And really fucking horny.”
And didn’t that just make Tad twice as bold. And twice as horny himself. “Yeah, well, touching you is doing a number on me, too.” To emphasize, he pressed his dick against Scott’s ass and rocked. Then just kept rocking because he couldn’t stop. Both men moaned as ribbons of bliss swirled down Tad’s shaft into his sac.
“Fuck,” he groaned, reluctantly stilling. “That feels way too good.” Giving Scott’s nape one last kiss, Tad shoved him on all fours.
Scott’s husky chuckle sounded curiously quiet.
Tad eyed his ass as he adjusted his junk. An ass that, at the moment, was technically his. To do with as he pleased, at least for a little while. He hoped shit didn’t end too soon. He really wanted this amazingness to last. And not just because he was running the show. This was the first time he’d ever experienced Scott like this. And he’d barely even touched him yet. But god, did he want to. Everywhere. Wanted to make him feel as high as he was making Tad.
Blood pounding, dick throbbing, Tad gazed down Scott’s spine to that elastic-encased succulent ass. Never in his life had he loved jockstraps more. And the way Scott’s was putting his shit on display? Like a trophy for Tad’s win. His insides purred. Scott, his prized possession.
“Jesus. Tad. Take a fucking picture. You’re driving me insane.”
A sheepish blush scorched his cheeks. “Oh. Sorry… Your ass is just—” He started to laugh. “So fucking hot.”
Scott grinned at him over his shoulder, his dark eyes hooded with lusty amusement. And didn’t that look just melt Tad sideways. God, he dug this guy so freaking much. Wanted to be around him always. Experience him forever. Like this, or any way he could.
Inhaling deep, he palmed Scott’s ass. “My experience is kinda limited,” he murmured. “But I swear I’m gonna to try like hell to make you feel really good.”
Scott’s expression softened. “You always make me feel really good.”
Tad’s heart did a big ole cheesy backflip. Scott’s subtle double meaning was impossible to miss. And the feeling was utterly mutual. But now it was time to show the guy with actions instead of words.
“Well, then I think it’s time I raise the bar.” Leaning in, he pushed Scott’s shoulders to the mat, making sure his backend stayed high. Nervous as hell, he palmed both cheeks and spread those handfuls apart.
“Holy shit,” he rasped, enamored by the sight. Seriously? He was going to sink his dick through that tiny hole? Oh, God. Just looking at it was going to make him come. Because unlike Sean’s in that room last week, this one was all freaking his. To explore. And relish. And fuck. If he could get inside the thing. Shit, he had some serious work to do.
Sliding his thumbs down that smooth, hairless crevice, he watched Scott’s muscles tense. Ni
ce. He did it again, then moved to home base and gave a tentative swipe. Scott moaned, instinctively clenching his ass. Tad bit back a curse. Damn, this shit was intoxicating. He stroked again and this time Scott’s star gave a hot little twitch. Tad’s dick kicked hard in his shorts.
“Fuck,” he whispered, because he suddenly had no voice. Just keep going. Don’t freaking stop. Gradually, his thumbs fell into a rhythm, taking turns circling and stroking. Teasing the guy’s entrance like he’d done to Tad’s.
Cheek to the mat, Scott’s eyes slid closed. “Oh, God, babe…”
Tad’s chest flared with excitement. He was doing something right. Which made him want to do even more. Leaning in, he let a string of saliva drop from his tongue to Scott’s hole. But when it landed and kept on heading south, Tad’s thumbs slid the stuff back up. Around and around, they slicked up Scott’s star, making it glisten like a damn glazed donut. Tad licked his lips. He bet it tasted just as good in its own kinky-pervy right.
God, his dick was going to pop. All this playing was unraveling his seams. All Scott’s stifled, raspy sounds weren’t helping shit, either. Focus. Focus. Don’t get derailed. Tad slicked up his index with some fresh saliva. Shit. Holy crap. He was actually going to do this.
“Baby,” he breathed, pressing his fingertip where it counted. “Time to let me in.”
Whoa. Did he just… call him… baby?
Scott’s ass canted slightly, his hand sliding down between his hip and the mat. To grab his cock? And then Tad felt it. The dude bearing down against his finger. Taking the cue, Tad slid the thing in, but only to its very first knuckle. A soft curse tumbled from the guy as his tiny ring clenched up tight.
“Oh, God,” Tad moaned, his dick starting to throb. How could such minimal contact be so insanely erotic? Biting his lip, he sank the thing deeper. Holy shit, Scott was silky in there. And really freaking hot. He held his breath and gave a slow pump. Nice and slow, relishing each inch.
Scott groaned, his jaw muscles visibly clenching. Tad glanced up and eyed the guy’s face. His brows were furrowed in a look of pained bliss. A heat wave of lust doused Tad’s crotch. Damn. Watching him like this was captivating as shit. Scott looked all dazed-out drunk. In a sexy-as-hell kind of way. Tad fought back a curse. Everything about this was provocative as hell.