Loser Takes All(15)

Tad grunted warily. Scott chuckled and re-smacked his ass.

"Ah! Sensitive, you dick!"

"I know," Scott laughed, sliding his hands up Tad's back. "And gorgeous. Your back alone is a work of art. Such great muscle definition. When I flogged you earlier, and then later, when I had my fingers up inside you? I could see each one perfectly as you strained. It was fucking beautiful, shy boy. And don't get me started on your ass."

His erotic compliments stirred Tad's stomach, made his cheeks burn extra hot. "I'm not shy," he muttered, fidgeting under the praise.

Scott laughed again. "You're blushing as we speak."

"I'm overheated, damn it. You've been working me pretty fucking hard."

"Mm. Yet through it all, your sweet little mouth has barely made a peep. You know who bites it back like that? Shy people."

Tad scowled, even though Scott's roaming hands were making him want to purr. "I didn't bite anything back. I was just … " He exhaled, unable to think of an excuse.

Scott chuckled. "Exactly. You "were just." Just being shy."

"Bite me," Tad muttered.

"Already did."

Tad couldn't hold back the laugh. "Maybe I'm just naturally quiet."

"We'll find out soon enough."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You'll see."

"Will you take this blindfold off?"

Cool, wet fingers fondled his hole. "You sure you want that?"

Tad hadn't thought of it like that. Absently, his hips started to move. "Maybe not."

More gel. More stroking.

"Time to bear down."

Tad drew in a fortifying breath, then obediently complied.

In one fluid motion, Scott's finger was to the hilt.

Tad moaned. Apparently his prostate was still wide awake.

Scott made quick work of a few steady pumps, then slipped a second one deep. Super slick, they started to move. In … out …  In …  out …  Slow …  then abruptly fast. Tad winced, but damn, his G-spot felt great. His cock was equally blissed. He bit his lip and rocked his pelvis.

A second later, Scott retreated again. Tad knew the drill. As soon as Scott's fingertips touched his star, he gave a dutiful push. Gingerly, they breached his ring, but that sharp sting came back regardless. Tad hissed and locked right up.

Scott paused. "Come on, babe. Relax. Unclench that sweet little muscle."

Tad forced himself to calm. Mind over matter, that's all this business was. Warily, his sphincter eased then let go. "Okay," he rasped. "I think I'm good."

Scott chuckled. "Oh, you're definitely good."

In …  out …  In …  out; his trio stretching Tad more than ever before. Tad winced, but refrained from tensing. The sting was dulling, even starting to recede. And, surprisingly, Scott's rhythm was feeling really good. His dick pulsed harder, his nuts setting in to that tingling tickle.

"Gonna sink them all the way in now," Scott murmured. "So, it's gonna get pretty tight."

Tad balked behind his blindfold. Scott's fingers had only been partially inside? Fuck, what if his ass couldn't handle any more? With slow, steady pressure, Scott pushed further in, never once stopping 'til his knuckles bumped Tad's ass.



       
         
       
        

"There we go," Scott hungrily intoned.

Tad squirmed, that sharp burn racing right back. Holy shit. "Tight" was an understatement. Hands and feet sprang into a restless fidget as he struggled to keep his hole slack.

A separate finger smoothed on more lube. "Fuck, Tad," Scott growled. "You've got me so hard." His buried fingers slowly started to move, swiveling against Tad's straining ring, then pumping in and out. Gently. Carefully. Showing he could be considerate. And Tad couldn't have been more grateful, as insanely full as he felt. Thankfully, the sting soon headed back out.

Scott's bundle of fingertips curled against his prostate. Tad jerked against his restraints. Fucking hell, he was sensitive there! Scott chuckled and stroked the mound some more. Before long, Tad was back to writhing, just as hard as he'd been before. It was crazy how fast that spot could strip him of all control. How it seemed to hold some serious reins on his nuts and pulsating cock. Each time Scott teased it-despite how hard Tad fought to stay still-his whole frame shuddered on the verge of release. And considering the way Scott kept driving him to said brink, Tad suspected the guy was making a point. That Scott was in complete control, able to make Tad gasp and writhe whenever he saw fit.