Loser Takes All(8)
"Ahh!" Tad shouted. The contact felt way too close to his cock. Every splash of leather sent hot licks to all the right places. It was like the nerve endings on his ass cheeks were connected to his crotch. In no time his steely dick was pulsating with pleasure.
One, two, three, four …
Toes curling, he ground his hips into the padded wall. He didn't care if Scott saw, didn't care what he thought. Suddenly all he needed was friction. And those lashes were only spurring him on. Tormenting him into oblivion. And those fiery tendrils weren't just igniting his cock and balls. They were climbing up to lick his abs and tease his sensitized nipples. Hell, they were even wreaking havoc on all his e-zones. Scalp prickling, he was skirting the edge of a meltdown.
One, two, three, four …
"Scott, oh my God," he croaked. Too much sensation. All he knew was his body's pleasure. Like an addict, he just wanted more. Needed more. No, wait. He needed it to stop. His hunger to continue didn't make any sense. He couldn't take it. And still he wanted to. Even though his body was barely handling it. It was out-and-out overwhelming torturous bliss.
… seven, eight, nine, ten.
Tad ripped out a howl at an exceptionally sharp hit. His dick was all but raging for release. His fingers fisted chain and leather. Toes curled knuckle-white tight.
The flogging abruptly stopped.
Then the music came to a halt.
Tad struggled for breath. All he could hear was his pounding heart.
"Tad," came Scott's rough timbre. "How you doing, bud?"
He groaned, even as, for the umpteenth time, his hips rocked into the wall.
A husky chuckle skimmed his ear. "You want more?"
"Unnnggh."
"Mmm. You don't know, do you."
Tad's forehead rolled back and forth against the padding, the best he could manage for a head shake. Because in truth, he really didn't know. A very real part of him, which absolutely included his cock, wanted Scott to keep going. But another part of him, probably the part of his brain that valued sanity, was desperate for the flogging to stop.
And still his pelvis continued to move.
His eyes peeled open as Scott moved into sight. Broad smile in place, he leaned a shoulder against the headboard just inches from Tad's own. And just like Tad, Scott was glistening with sweat.
He watched Tad with an unconcealed hunger. Finally, "You want more, badly, but don't think you can take it."
Tad swallowed and weakly nodded. "Yeah. How the fuck can that be?"
Scott's smile turned smug. "Confliction … of The Wall."
Tad stared at him for a minute, then coughed out a laugh.
Scott brushed Tad's bangs from his eyes then ran a finger down his back. Tad hissed at the contact, then moaned. His skin felt tight and way too sensitive. Even the faintest touch slithered sensation right to his cock.
Scott's smile faded. With a pensive expression, he spoke up again. "Listen. The deal, what your boys wanted, was for me to flog you until you came."
Tad froze, sure he'd heard wrong. "What?" Scott brought a water bottle to Tad's lips. He guzzled the coldness down with a vengeance.
"That was the arrangement." Scott shrugged, pulling it away. "To work you until you came."
A hardy aftershock quaked Tad's body. "Is that even p-possible?"
Scott scratched his stubbly cheek. "Depends on the person. Some can get off pretty fast. Others … well … it could take a bit longer. If it happens at all." His finger slid down to draw circles on Tad's hamstring. More tantalizing licks of heat shimmied to his crotch. He groaned and rocked his hips. Scott's lips curved.
Finally, Tad rasped, "Do you think it could happen with me?"
Scott ruffled a hand across his spikey head. "It's hard to say. Everyone's different. But one thing I do know: those who are new to this stuff? It's been known to take a while. And even then, I can't promise it'll work. Sometimes the mental intensity of it all becomes a physical impediment."
"Fuck," Tad groused, still struggling to catch his breath. Again, his pelvis rocked into the headboard. A groan of need rushed past his lips. Damn it, he hadn't meant to make that sound. His face flushed as hot as his backside.
Scott smiled, running a knuckle down Tad's cheek. "You blush a lot. I love it."
Surprisingly, his comment didn't bother Tad. He had bigger things on his mind. Like what still lay ahead; getting flogged to the brink of orgasm, but never getting off. He closed his eyes. "I'm so fucked."
For a long moment, Scott said nothing. But then his big body shifted against the headboard. "Listen, Tad. A deal's a deal, and I never go back on my word. I promised your boys I'd flog you and make you come, and that I'd make it take a while. The rest of the details, though, were left with some room for interpretation."