Loser Takes All(5)

"It's necessary," Scott assured, doing the same with his other hand. He dropped into a squat to hit Tad's ankles next, firmly easing them apart.

"For shit's sake," Tad groused. "My fucking feet, too?"

"Mmhmm."

Tad glowered, even as his heart rate rose to jackhammer status.

Ankles secured, Scott made a satisfied sound. Like a deep purr of pure male appreciation. Tad stilled, not sure how he felt about that …  or the big palms now moving up the back of his legs. Slowly, they kneaded his muscles as they climbed. If Tad wasn't so freaked out from being butt-naked and bound, he might actually have enjoyed it. It felt good, like a really great massage.

Scott's hands roamed higher, rubbing firmly at his hamstrings. Way too close to Tad's ass. Tad squirmed with a grunt. "Dude. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure this isn't flogging."

"Not wrong."

"Well, then … seriously. What the hell."

"Shy boy."

Tad bristled, tugging at his restraints. "Your reverse psychology isn't going to work."

Scott didn't seem inclined to give a response. His insistent fingers rose higher, thumbs grazing back and forth along the bottom curve of Tad's ass. Tad sucked in a breath, goose bumps peppering his flesh. Shit, that felt nice, in a very wrong way. Before he could formulate a second rebuke, those fingers skimmed over his butt cheeks to work on his lower back.

"So tense," Scott mused.

His thumbs pressed in firm circles, hitting all the right deep tissue nerves. Tad bit back a moan. And then those thumbs were sliding higher, gliding with perfect pressure along the muscles flanking his spine. But when they paused to focus on that sensitive spot between Tad's shoulder blades, Tad's knees nearly gave out beneath him. The man just found one of his most sensitive erogenous zones. His cock began to swell, not caring about anything but the pleasure. Okay, shit was starting to get kinky. And still Scott kept on going with his magic.

"Fuck," Tad groaned, shifting anxiously against the leather. "You're really good at that."

"Part of my job," Scott murmured. "Quite a few of my clients are avid athletes and often require physical therapy."

Well, that certainly explained his insanely skilled hands. But not why he was using them right now, like this, on Tad. "I'm not one of your clients." He flat-out turned to jelly when Scott moved to his shoulders. "And I'm not injured …  Or at least not yet. So why the special treatment?" 

Scott chuckled and leaned in, his breath brushing Tad's ear. "In a roundabout way, you kind of are my client. But either way, I always like giving a little extra. Consider it on the house."

"Don't need your charity," Tad muttered, reeling from Scott's close proximity. He tugged on his restraints to stress his point.

Scott hmm'ed and kept on going. "Don't need it, no. But you like it just fine."

Tad opened his mouth to deny it, but lost his train of thought when ten fingers slid into his hair. Blunt nails grazed his sensitive scalp. His eyes rolled back, a second moan escaping as more goose bumps roared to life. Fuck. Scott just discovered erog-zone number two. Cock growing harder, Tad panicked. This could not be happening. They needed to get to the painful shit so his dick would chill the fuck out. And, hell, how backward was that?

Scott's hands slipped from his hair to smooth a path down to his waist. Tad breathed a sigh of relief …  until said hands anchored onto his sides. Hot fingers curled around his hip bones, pressing into the dips around front. It tickled, but so close to his groin, it also …

Tad hissed from the dual, heady stimulation, then tried to squirm away. That son of a bitch just located all three of his sweet spots. And his three-for-three track record said Scott knew exactly what he was doing.

But whether that was the case or not, the reality was his fingers were quickly making Tad crazy. Stressing and unsettling him, but not just that, if his dick's growing status was any indication. Fuck. Scott was so going to get the wrong idea. And with Tad bound and defenseless, that really wasn't good. He needed a distraction before his little-problem-turned-big made itself known.

He cleared his throat. "So how come you're friends with those assholes anyway?"

"They're not really friends," Scott replied, still working Tad's hips. "Like I said, I train a lot of jocks."

"Then how'd you all strike up your little deal?"

Scott chuckled. "Tonight's arrangement was purely happenstance, but overall mutually beneficial."

Tad wanted to frown, but moaned instead. God, the man's fingers were fucking incredible. So much so that Tad's cock started to twitch. He shifted underneath Scott's palms. "Beneficial how?"