"No!" Tad cried. "Don't stop. I'm so close."
Scott slapped his raw ass. "Which is why I can't keep going. Need to give your junk a break. Besides … " His attention refocused on his two buried fingers. "There's still so much fun to be had." More cool gel, more slipping and sliding. God, those slick sounds were erotic as hell.
Tad writhed in agonized ecstasy. The way pleasure was firing from his prostate to his cock? Making it vibrate with pent-up need? Not much of a respite, damn it. He shoved his face into the leather and winced, his pelvis pumping anxiously to the rhythm of Scott's hand. "Need that break," he panted. "Too much, Scott. Too much."
Warm lips latched on to his flog-burned left cheek and sucked its tender flesh. The pleasure/pain combo nearly fried Tad's brain. One coherent thought, however, managed to remain: Scott better not leave a hickey on his motherfucking ass. But that worry up-and-bolted when Scott's teeth joined the fun.
Chomp.
"Ah!" Tad yelped, jerking in surprise. "What the fuck! You just bit me!"
Scott chuckled. "And you tasted mighty fine."
Tad swiveled his wrist and flipped him off, a laugh escaping his lips. "You're such a dick." He yanked on his restraints. "Just get me fucking off, Scott. Just let me fucking come. For fuck's sake, it's been long enough."
"Says you."
Scott's fingers resumed at a less punishing pace. But despite the considerate gesture, Tad's prostate was so sensitive, even the slightest contact sent him quaking.
"Uunnngggh … f-f-f-fuck … "
An eternity later, yet way too soon, Scott slipped his fingers free. Tad slumped in relief. His hips, however, continued to pump, even with nothing inside him. He still needed to come so bad. A breathless whimper rose up his throat. "Please … "
Scott palmed his ass and stood, then gave Tad's cheeks a squeeze. "It's been barely ten minutes. You've got a ways to go."
Tad mewled pitifully, sanity too splintered to care.
Scott eased his grip, suddenly going silent.
Tad restlessly rolled his hips.
A soft curse rose up behind him. "Fuck. Maybe I could … bend the rules a little more."
Oh, thank fuck.
"Anything," Tad implored. "I'll do anything. Just please."
"Anything?" Scott murmured. "Even … take my cock in your ass?"
Tad froze. "What?"
Scott growled. "I want you so fucking bad, shy boy. Let me take you. When I get off, I'll let you come, too. Deal officially settled."
Tad could feel himself paling. That was one seriously huge thing to agree to, for more than one reason. Besides the obvious, just two of Scott's fingers made him feel stretched too wide. Utterly, obscenely full. Surely the guy's dick would be at least twice the girth. The prospect sent conflicted shivers racing up Tad's spine. Could he handle Scott's dick? Should he even try?
Fuck, he needed to come so bad.
Just this once, he rationalized, then never again. After all, he didn't have a problem with gay guys, or the activities they engaged in. Hell, one said gay was standing right behind him, blowing his ever-loving mind.
As if prompting Tad to answer, Scott squeezed his cheeks, then spread them nice and wide. Thumbs moved in swiftly to tease his pucker. Tad squirmed at the contact. Impatiently, Scott rumbled his name. "Tad."
Shit, Tad couldn't believe he was actually considering this. Being topped. Having another guy fuck him in the ass. Was he nuts? Thinking irrationally from his overwhelming need to come? No question, this was the easiest way to reach his goal. Two goals, in fact. Release and the end to this farce. Scott did say once they came Tad could go, despite how long it'd been.
Tad closed his eyes and fisted his hands. "Fine. Let's do this. Before I change my mind."
A happy growl filled the room. Scott's hands let go as he moved away, that thrumming from the padded wall promptly kicking back on. Tad groaned in relief, starting to rise. He really hadn't wanted to be pounded while virtually grabbing his ankles. He stopped in his new position, bent just above ninety-degrees.
"Mmm … " Scott approved. "Perfect." The sound of a zipper descending tantalized Tad's ears, then the shucking of rough denim jeans. "Can't wait to get inside you."
Tad winced, tensing yet again. "This is going to hurt, isn't it."
Scott's hands returned, this time to Tad's hips, fingers curling around the bones. Hot flesh pressed against hot flesh. "Not gonna lie. It might burn at first. But I'll get you good and ready. And I promise to be gentle … until you want it harder."