by Kora Knight
Way too close to blowing a fuse, Tad eased his finger free and re-palmed Scott’s ass. “Again,” he murmured, spreading him wide. His tongue emerged with another supply of spit. But as he leaned in close to let it go, a wild hair snagged him by the balls. Like he’d just downed a shot of 100-proof kink and was suddenly raring to go. Next thing he knew, his tongue touched down, atop that soft, puckered flesh. He moaned as Scott loosed a shuddering breath.
Fucking wow. He’d never licked a dude’s ass before—or a chick’s ass, for that matter, either. In the past, the prospect would’ve made him cringe. But surprisingly, it was far from gross. The feel was foreign, but also amazing. Like a tender little circle, all bunched up and waiting. To be toyed with. And tongued. And fucked. And even though its taste was muskier, it still was intrinsically Scott.
So fucking good.
Tad couldn’t believe he’d been missing this shit. Wished he had more experience. Was better at it. The tip of his tongue gave a timid swipe from the bottom to the top of Scott’s hole.
A shiver immediately shook the guy’s frame. “Shit, Tad. Shit.”
Tad growled. “You like that.”
Scott nodded against the mat. “Fuck, yeah.”
Tad grinned. This biz had the potential to be seriously fun. Shifting to sit between Scott’s calves, he squeezed his ass. “Good, ‘cause I’m not done.”
A ragged curse left Scott’s lips, his visible hand splaying atop the mat. Tad’s lids dipped lower. The guy was bracing himself. Awesome.
Resituating his grip lower on Scott’s ass, he spread those babies wide. The first attempt hadn’t been hard. Time to up the ante. His tongue descended on that sweet little star and gently started to lick. Just the tip, but at a nice steady pace. Scott hissed, his backdoor twitching hard. Fuck. That was beautiful. Tad gave the thing a small slow swirl, tracing the sensitive ring. Scott hissed and arched his back.
“Shit,” Tad groaned, clutching those cheeks harder. Maybe the guy liked it light but fast. God knew Tad did. So, he gave a couple flicks, fleeting and swift. Scott growled, letting go of his dick to brace with both hands. Muscles bunching, his elbows raised, as if readying to get up.
Fuck. That.
Not thinking, just acting, Tad’s right hand let go to slip under and palm the dude’s junk. “Stay,” he murmured.
Scott stilled, then exhaled, elbows lowering back down. Tad could feel his rigid cock pulsing in his hand. His own shifted anxiously. Damn. Touching another guy’s dick was really freaking weird. But also crazy hot. And knowing Scott liked it turned him on even more.
Determined not to lose momentum, he gave the thing a couple strokes to the tune of his emboldened tongue. Scott growled, clenching as he rocked into Tad’s hand. Tad bit back a rumble of his own. So frickin’ hot. His fingers curled around his shaft, giving a few more pumps.
“Shit… Babe…” Scott mumbled against the mat.
Those restless words spoke loud and clear. The guy needed more. And Tad was so good with giving it. Baby steps and all, but screw it, he was trying. Grabbing the fabric covering Scott’s cock, Tad tugged it over and tucked it away, nice and snug against Scott’s junk. And then he reclaimed that massive dick. Flesh on flesh, for the very first time. Damn, so hot and rock fucking hard.
Scott moaned unabashedly. And, of course, so did Tad.
Because he remembered that cock all too well. It’d been to places inside his body that nothing else ever had. Had brought him more pleasure than he’d ever thought possible. He loved the dick he held in his hand. And now he was going to return the affection.
Wrapping his fingers around its shaft, he once again started to stroke. Up and down, up and down, to the rhythm of his tongue’s lazy laps. Scott shifted, his long fingers fidgeting against the mat.
Tad’s dazed eyes watched him. Good God, he was a sight unmatched. So impossibly gorgeous. His dick nearly whimpered in its tight confines. And Tad was right there, too. Still so hard to believe he’d caught this man’s eye. It was like he’d won some cosmic lottery.
Insides humming, he decided to try something new. Well, the sucking wouldn’t be new, only where he did it. His wet, hungry lips latched onto Scott’s star, with his tongue quickly joining in, too. Super-gentle, he started to suck, dishing out more of those feather-light strokes.
In seconds a mindless moan wrenched past Scott’s lips. Music to Tad’s ears. Encouraged, he increased both strength and speed, matching the pumps of his fist.
Scott’s dick bucked in his hand. “Ah, fuck, Tad,” he panted. “Slow that down or I’m gonna come.”
Tad couldn’t help chuckling. Letting go, he leaned back and smacked the guy’s ass. “No coming, hot stuff.”
Scott jerked, then glanced over his shoulder. “Did you just spank me?”
Tad grinned smugly and wagged his brows. “I did.”
“And call me hot stuff?”
Tad cleared his throat sheepishly. “Uh, yeah. Did that, too.”
Scott lifted a brow then flashed that killer smile.
“Shut up,” Tad grinned, wiping his mouth.
“What,” Scott chuckled. “I didn’t say any—ahhh, fuuuck,” he moaned as Tad sank a finger deep, his brown eyes rolling back.
“What was that?” Tad laughed, starting to pump. “Didn’t quite catch what you said.”
Scott laughed and looked away. “Bite me.” Which, of course, Tad promptly did. “Ah! Goddamn!”
Tad laughed harder, leaning in to kiss the spot. “Guess you didn’t mean that literally.”
Scott growled and pressed his forehead to the mat, the sound sending zings up Tad’s spine. Damn, even his vocals were freaking erogenous. All dark, abraded velvet, rubbing at his dick.
Tad drew his attention back to his finger to watch it slide in and out. On one of his withdraws, he paused to add spit, then slipped back in nice and deep. Again and again, he repeated the motion, Scott’s hips moving erotically in time.
“Son of a bitch…” the dude exhaled.
Tad glanced at Scott’s face. Lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyebrows low and tight. So fucking hot. Tad’s whole body thrummed. And his cock frickin’ throbbed. As much as he was enjoying this kinky play, he had a goal to meet. Getting Scott ready for his dick. Because his dick was definitely ready for Scott.
Reluctantly, he slid free and glanced around. There. To his right. The cellophane packets. Leaning over, he swiped them up and tore into one of the lubes. Scott sat back to watch him over his shoulder. Their heated gazes locked. Tad didn’t even bother looking down as he squeezed out a dollop of gel. Tossing the package aside, he rubbed the stuff between his fingers. Scott made another of those sultry sounds, anticipation hot in his eyes.
A tidal wave of lust crashed into Tad’s system. Powerful and edgy. He closed the gap between them, pressing his mouth to Scott’s shoulder. “Need in you. Like, yesterday.” His free arm slid around Scott’s waist, taking the guy with him as he rose up on his knees.
Scott didn’t say anything, just pressed Tad’s forearm snugger against his abs. Bodies flush, the heat between them blazed. Like a solar flare fusing his front to Scott’s back. Felt so good. So fucking good.
Tad rocked his hips into the dude’s ass, knees nudging Scott’s further apart. His lips got busy, too, pressing a trail of affection over to the guy’s nape. Scott exhaled, his big chest compressing, then growled as Tad’s fingers found their mark.
Lids heavy, Tad stroked his little hot spot, with circles and tiny probes. It was probably more effort than was needed, but screw it, he wanted to do things right. Wanted Scott to enjoy it as much as humanly possible.
His hand unwrapped from around the guy’s waist and splayed between his shoulder blades. Back on all fours he steered him, pausing to enjoy the view. Seemed he couldn’t get enough. Scott naked and submitting was insanely hot.
His boner bucked then started to leak. He could literally feel its precome soaking into his jockstrap. Damn it, he needed in bad. Resting his left
y on the small of Scott’s back, his right got serious at his door.
“Scott,” he growled, ready to hump the guy. “I need you to—” But Scott was already bearing down. “Fuuuck.” Someone was feeling cooperative. Carefully, he eased two fingers inside.
Scott hissed, his ass instinctively canting down. Not wanting to slip free, Tad quickly sank deeper. Scott moaned, those lean hips titling back up. Tad cursed under his breath, just as overwhelmed as he was turned on. Grabbing his junk, he gave a squeeze, silently begging his dick to calm down. Easier said than done with his fingers in the hole of the hottest guy he’d ever known. The hottest, most amazing guy he’d ever known.
His row of knuckles made contact with Scott’s cheeks. “You okay?” he rasped.
“Shit, yeah,” came a rough little murmur. Again, Scott reached underneath his hips, leaving just his left arm for support.
Tad sank back onto his heels. “Good.” Slowly, he started to pump his fingers. “Damn,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”
His fingers swiveled left, sliding nice and deep, then right on their way back out. Scott exhaled hard, his thick muscles twitching, his strong back starting to arch. Hot. As. Hell. The buzz in Tad’s cock intensified, washing down his thighs and up into his abs.
And then he remembered. That incredible secret sweet spot deep inside. The one Scott loved to tease him with whenever they messed around. The same spot that always made Tad lose his ever-loving mind. A sizzle shimmied through him just thinking about the feel. He wanted to find that place in Scott. Wanted to drive him crazy.
Carefully, he turned his palm facedown and started to feel around. Fucking hell, he loved the way Scott felt in there. Like hot liquid glass. He’d revel in that later, though. He had something he needed to locate. He delved deeper, searching for anything that—Tad paused, swearing he felt something slightly raised. Curling his fingertips, he gave it a stroke.
Scott’s whole body tensed. “Ah, shit.”
Yes. Tad’s insides beamed triumphantly. “Hello, prostate. You ready for your massage?”
“Oh, Jesus,” Scott chuckled breathlessly.
Grinning wide, Tad bit his lip and showed that little bulge some love.
“Fuuuck,” Scott groaned, ass clenching around his fingers. Hamstrings constricting, his pelvis rocked downward a second time. But Tad’s free hand snagged the crook of his hip to keep him from skirting away. Again, he rubbed with steady precision. Scott inhaled a ragged breath, that hand under his hips moving faster.
“Damn,” Tad purred. “You’re a sensitive one.”
Stroke… stroke… stroke.
Scott’s spine bowed up, his head kicking back. “Tad,” he exhaled roughly. “Stop fucking around. One more finger and let’s do this shit.”
Tad paused, then swallowed. “Okay.” A shudder of anticipation danced through his torso. Scott was getting anxious. This gorgeous freaking Adonis was impatient for his dick. His eyes slid closed. So lucky. He was so fucking lucky.
Scott shifted restlessly. Tad blinked back to attention and eased his way out, only to return with three. Freshly lubed, they paused against the dude’s backdoor, ready to sink back in. The second he added pressure, Scott pushed and let him through. Air left the guy in a rush as Tad’s trio breached his ring. Damn, shit was really snug now.
Slowly, he pushed deeper, wincing as Scott’s stifled hiss echoed through the room. “Shit,” he uttered, putting on the breaks. “Sorry.”
“No,” Scott ground out. “I’m good. Just… keep going.”
Tad gave a small nod, dick raging in his shorts. “Okay. Shit. Okay.” Left hand moving to caress the dude’s hip, his threesome started to move. Deeper, deeper, then a tiny bit back. Then deeper and deeper still.
Scott undulated against the invasion, tiny trembles racking his frame. “Damn,” he rasped. “Been so long.”
Tad’s lids dipped lower. “You got no idea how cool that is to hear.”
Just the thought of being Scott’s first in ages anything made his whole being thrum. But it also made those fluttery things burn heavily in his gut. A strange feeling of possessiveness rose up in his chest. Scratch that. He didn’t want to be Scott’s anything. He wanted to be his everything. Didn’t even want the guy to think about anyone else. Especially not that asshole, Kai.
Scott groaned, his forearm moving in time with Tad’s pumps. “Can’t be nearly as cool as it feels.”
A smile tugged at Tad’s lips. Definitely doing something right. He eyed his fingers, watching the glossy things slipping in and out, the slick sounds of penetration titillating his ears. God, he wanted his dick making those noises. Licks of arousal flicked from his balls up to the tip of his shaft. He shifted on his heels, the ache for friction against his dick building like a tempest.
He needed in. Really freaking soon.
Tilting his angle of penetration, he worked to loosen things up.
Scott’s hips gave a jerk. “Sh-shit.”
Tad’s brow lifted. Hot response. He wanted more of that. Homing in on his swollen prostate, he steadily began to stroke. Breath caught in Scott’s lungs as his body went rigid. “Ah, fuck,” he panted. “That feels—fucking great.”
Tad grinned. If he wasn’t so horny, he’d work the guy like this forever. But he was that horny, so just a few minutes was going to have to do. As it was, he felt like he was going to implode. The feel of Scott’s ring, clenching against his fingers. His musky scent getting stronger. And damn, all those hot, hitching grunts and gasps. Total stimulation overload.
He moaned, leaning in to press his lips to Scott’s tailbone. “Fuck, dude. Fuck. My dick’s gonna bust.”
Scott chuckled breathlessly and dropped his hand, rocking forward to dislodge Tad’s fingers. “I think it’s time to put it to use.”
Tad’s lungs froze in his chest. Scott was primed and ready to go. But was he? Hesitant eyes took in the male before him, all juiced up and vibrating with need. Tad’s hands started to tremble. But from his own powerful arousal or straight-up nervousness, he really wasn’t sure.
“Yeah,” he breathed, snagging up a condom. “Shit, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Scott slid him a look over his shoulder, his dark eyes a storm of emotions. One, however, was blatantly clear. He was beyond turned on at the prospect of being Tad’s first. Which sent heat straight to Tad’s cheeks. Suddenly, he felt untried and green. Made him want to prove that he had what it took. To rock Scott like the dude did him. Rising up on his knees, he fumbled out of his shorts.
Scott eyed his navy blue jockstrap. “Nice.”
Tad flushed hotter, fighting back a smile as he gripped his straining bulge. “I’ll show you nice.” His grin turned wry. “Though I’m pretty sure you’ll be upgrading that adjective by the time I’m done with you.”
Scott’s hot gaze lifted back to Tad’s. “We shall see.” Fingers still wrapped around his cock, he gave the thing a slow pump.
Tad’s heart hammered in his chest, his nervousness spiking higher. He’d never done this before. Why the hell did he say something so arrogant?
Open stupid mouth, insert stupid foot.
God, he was such an idiot. Though, in his defense, all the blood in his brain was currently down in his dick. So, he really couldn’t be blamed for the dumbass stuff he said. Whatever. Time to get his freak on with the hottest man on the planet.
Sitting back on his heels, he got busy with a condom. And thank fuck his gaze was diverted. Pulling his cock out with the guy looking on was nerve-wracking as shit. His face burned hotter than the Sahara desert. Shoving down his jockstrap, he gripped his dick and slowly rolled on the rubber.
A low, soft rumble filled the space between them. Tad’s cock twitched in his hand. God, he needed in so bad he could barely freaking think. Breath shallow, he reached for another packet of lube. Tearing it open, he juiced up his shaft, then lifted his anxious eyes. Scott was watching him. And man, was his expression intense. The sight alone nearly knock
ed Tad flat.
Scooting close, he gripped Scott’s hips and pressed against the guy. Could Scott feel how bad his heart was pounding? It felt like the thing was going to jackhammer a hole right through his ribs.
He inhaled deep. He could do this. No, he couldn’t. Yes, he could. No. He couldn’t. His fingers clutched harder, mouth pressing to Scott’s shoulder. Before he could stop it, a wary groan emerged.
Scott leaned back against him. “It’s not that complicated. I promise. Besides,” he murmured, voice dipping lower, “your body loves doing this shit with me. Remember?”
Tad smiled despite himself. “No way I could forget.” He wrapped his arms around Scott’s chest and squeezed him super tight. “But just so you know, I love doing this shit with you, too.”
“Yeah… I know.”
A frisky light ignited in Tad’s chest. Shoving the guy back on all fours, he gave his butt a smack. “Shut up and let me figure this out.”
An amused sounding growl rumbled his way, taking the edge off his tension. He palmed Scott’s ass and gripped his throbbing cock. Nice and lubed, he slid its head between the dude’s firm cheeks. Up… and down. Up… and down. Slowing each time it crossed over Scott’s hole. Heady sensation inundated his crown, teasing its way down his shaft.
Scott shifted impatiently against him.
Tad insides thrummed to the point of combustion. He could do this. Fucking another guy couldn’t possibly be that big a deal. Dudes did it all the time. And honestly, it wasn’t just any guy, anyway. It was Scott. The guy Tad was hopelessly addicted to. The guy he wanted to spend every freaking day with. The guy he couldn’t get out of his head.
Making something that wasn’t supposed to be complicated, very much the opposite.
What if doing this with Scott infatuated Tad even more? God. He’d be ridiculously screwed.