Test of Endurance (Up-Ending Tad: A Journey of Erotic Discovery Book 2)

by Kora Knight

  Shit, shit, motherfucking shit.

  Instinctively, he clenched, his heart going nuts.

  “Easy,” Scott grunted. “Keep pushing. Don’t stop.”

  Easier said than done. Tad inhaled deep, bore down hard, then yup, just kept on bearing.

  “Shit, yeah,” Scott breathed, easing forward. “Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that.”

  Wider and wider Tad’s tender hole stretched, and then even wider still. The stinging fire nearly short-circuited his brain. Like a big fat branding iron trying to breach his ass.

  Desperate to quell the burn, his feet started to shuffle, fumbling atop Scott’s thighs before planting against his pecs. Thankfully, that offered a slightly better angle.

  Scott groaned, letting go of a shuddering breath as—snick—he slipped past Tad’s ring. Tad grunted, feeling it the second his sphincter snapped closed around Scott’s shaft. But still, his ass stung something fierce.

  Jaw ticking furiously, he fought not to squirm. “Goddamn, Scott,” he grit. “Your dick freaking hurts. Must you be so fucking large?”

  Scott let out a breathless laugh. “I’m well endowed. Sue me.”

  Tad stifled a laugh of his own. “Well endowed, my ass. You’re a fucking totem pole. Jesus.”

  He could feel Scott’s big shoulders shaking. “Damn, babe. You say the sweetest shit.”

  “Believe it or not… that wasn’t a compliment.”

  “Mm.”

  Tad could feel a grin trying to emerge, even as he struggled to accept Scott’s advance. He felt so invaded, so unhinged, so owned. A possession Scott somehow had managed to claim. And though it hurt so bad, it also felt amazing. It scared the hell out of him… and liberated his soul.

  Scott’s right hand joined ranks to help part Tad’s cheeks. Spreading them wider, he eased further in. If Tad was braver, he’d tell the guy to just slam it home. But he wasn’t, had only done this once before, so he panted through the pain instead.

  Scott moaned, empathy lacing the needy sound. “Shit, Tad. I’m sorry. But now I can get back to this.” Nearly halfway in, Scott relinquished Tad’s cheeks, one hand moving to grasp Tad’s hip while the other curled around his dick. Breaths coming heavy, his fist got busy.

  “Shiiiiit...” Tad groaned, his jaw clenching tight. The guy was a master at distracting him from pain. Pleasure spread fast from his cock to his balls, then back to alleviate his ass. It felt so sublime he didn’t even notice when Scott accelerated his pace. Tad’s hips gave a buck and his legs started to shake, both hands clutching Scott’s knees, then the table. “Aw, shit, Scott,” he ground out. “Oh, fuck, dude. Don’t stop.”

  Scott kneaded Tad’s hip anxiously. “Got to,” he rasped. “But just for a sec.”

  Tad’s cock slapped his abs as Scott suddenly let go. Grasping Tad’s sides, the dude’s grip tightened then slam-dunked Tad’s ass down his cock. Their bodies smacked together, making the whole table wobble. But Tad was reeling too hard to notice.

  “Son of a—” he gasped, gulping down a breath. “Holy crap, dude. You just rammed my tonsils.”

  Scott barked out another dark, rich laugh. “Again with the compliments.”

  “Again,” Tad laughed, too. “That was not a compliment!”

  Scott cracked up harder, even as his fingers wrapped back around Tad’s dick. “Stop making me laugh. I’m trying to fuck.”

  Lips parted in a tenuous grin, Tad rolled his hips into Scott’s fist. “I think,” he panted, “it’s safe to say… you’ve long since passed just trying.”

  “Mmm,” Scott rumbled, rocking his pelvis to the tune of his pumping hand.

  Tad moaned, intoxicated by the dual sensations. But ironically, what got him off just as much? The way Scott was emulating his own dick’s experience; sharing exactly when—and what—he was feeling as he fucked Tad’s tender hole. Because each time he tugged their bodies together and sank himself nice and deep, he dragged his clutched fist down Tad’s shaft at utterly the exact same time. Likewise, he pulled a reverse on Tad’s cock whenever he slipped back out. It was insanely intimate, erotically sensual… and made Tad vibrate with need.

  Or maybe his tremors had something to do with the relentless prods to his prostate.

  “Shit,” he grit as Scott bumped it again. “Right there, dude. Oh, fuck yeah. Don’t stop.”

  Mind-melding pressure welled in his groin as tongues of bliss licked up his shaft. Tad arched with a curse, nuts firming up fast. “Ah! So good! I’m gonna—Oh, fuck!”

  A pleasure-drenched rumble climbed up Scott’s throat. Squeezing Tad’s crown, he buried himself to the hilt. Tad sucked in a hiss but exhaled on a moan. All he could focus on, all he could hear, was that cock and his own beating heart. Until Scott quickened, repeating the action again and again and again. Then it was the wet, juicy sounds of engaging that stole Tad’s attention. They were ball-busting provocative. Raunchy. Salacious. He reveled in every single one.

  But then Scott shifted his angle of penetration.

  Tad’s eyes shot wide behind his mask, his G getting leveled like nobody’s business. His body locked up and started to quake. “Ah f-f-fuck, Scott. Oh, sh-sh-shit!”

  Scott growled, gripped Tad’s hips, and pounded him harder. “Oh hell, yeah. I got you.”

  And it was a damn good thing or Tad would’ve gone sailing.

  Hot hands lifted Tad’s calves to Scott’s shoulders, then dutifully reclaimed his cock. Instantly, he was back to pumping and thrusting, driving Tad closer to the brink. Clutching the table, Tad undulated hard. Any more sensation and he was going to implode.

  Or spontaneously combust.

  Scott’s parted lips brushed the inside of Tad’s knee. “God, babe… Jesus. Look at you go… You’re making me fucking crazy.” He leaned forward and gave Tad a pelvic rock, making his body unravel. In the back of Tad’s awareness, he could hear Scott’s moans, could feel hot breath peppering his chest.

  “Shit, Scott,” he gasped. “Oh, god, that feels good.”

  Abruptly, Scott succumbed to his own brand of shakes, his thrusts turning jerky. Sporadic. “Goddamn,” he groaned. “My name… in your mouth… Wanna hear that shit… every day.”

  His words sent a power punch straight to Tad’s chest, grappling for purchase before plummeting to his cock. “Fuck,” he croaked. “Don’t say shit like that. I’m too f-f-fucking close.”

  Scott cursed, went still, and squeezed Tad’s head. “Yeah,” he panted. “So am I.” He pressed his forehead against Tad’s knee. “But I really don’t want this to end.” His thumb stroked through the bead on Tad’s crown. “Don’t ever want you to end.”

  Again, Tad’s chest welled up like damn a balloon. Hot and fierce and demanding to be felt. Like Scott’s words had just knocked something really big loose. Sent something burgeoning Tad hadn’t known was there. But what the hell kind of mind fuck was that? For a second time, he stowed his musings away. Stuff he knew he couldn’t make sense of now. Hell, he was having a hard enough time with the simple task of breathing.

  Scott gripped his hips and yanked them together, impaling Tad impossibly deep. A toe-curling jolt tore through his ass, wrenching a cry from his throat. Scott’s whole body tensed, then abruptly stopped. With a ragged curse, he straightened and let Tad’s legs drop. “I think,” he rasped, “you’ve held out long enough.”

  A delirious laugh tumbled past Tad’s lips. “Ya think?”

  Scott chuckled, resettling Tad’s thighs over his. “You ready to see those stars?”

  “Dude, I’ve been ready since you butt-plugged my ass.”

  Scott laughed. “Good to know.”

  Great. Like the guy needed more ammo.

  Screw it. Tad was finally seconds away from another of Scott’s mind-blowing orgasms. And honestly, that was all he could think about. Losing it hard—with the one guy he knew wouldn’t judge him in the end. He realized in that moment that, on some crazy level, he was more comfortable with Scott than anyone else. Hell, the guy had op
ened a door in him Tad hadn’t known existed. Saw a side of him Tad suspected no one else ever would. Not even his long-time, very best friend.

  Maybe it was time Tad shed the stupid mask…

  He nearly laughed at that. Yeah. No fucking way.

  “Tad,” Scott murmured. “Sit up for a sec.” Not thinking, just feeling, Tad promptly obeyed. Warm hands slid to the small of his back. “Now hold on and don’t let go.”

  Tad nodded with a wince. This new angle made Scott’s dick feel bigger. How was that even possible? Grasping the dude’s biceps, he tried to adjust.

  Scott’s hands rose up and grazed his shoulder blades then slid their way back down. “Shit, yeah,” he purred. “That’s fucking perfect.” His fingers dipped lower, between Tad and the towels, and firmly palmed his ass. Slowly, he hefted Tad up his cock, spread him, then slammed him back down.

  “Fuck!” Tad yelped. Scott growled and did it again. Tad’s mouth fell open on a groan. “My god… Holy fuck… That feels so damn good.”

  Scott’s hand slid between them and wrapped around Tad’s cock, then avidly started to pump. Instant ecstasy exploded up Tad’s shaft, flicking tongues of devastation from his crown into his sack. “Oh god, yeah,” he ground out, jaw clenching tight. “Goddamn, that feels insane.”

  Thing was, since Scott’s hand had moved to Tad’s dick, he no longer could lift him up. So instead, his free arm wrapped around Tad’s waist and firmly pressed him down. A hard, raw moan wrenched up Tad’s throat. Scott had burrowed himself as far as he could go. Or at least that’s how it felt to Tad.

  A deep-throated rumble vibrated his ears. “Shit, you feel awesome. Don’t ever wanna stop.”

  Tad clutched Scott’s arms tighter, desperate for an anchor. And if Scott’s huge body wasn’t that, Tad didn’t know what was. God, the guy’s muscles felt good in his hands. All firm and hot and smooth. This close he could feel Scott’s breath on his face, could smell their sex mixing in the body heat between them. And damn, if it didn’t smell just like before. Masculine spice. Forbidden. True. Made his mouth flat out water.

  Scott moaned and gave his hips a rock, grinding against Tad’s G.

  Sensation erupted, ricocheting through his ass, sending shockwaves up his balls and shaft. Tad’s whole body jerked then started to quake. It never failed to amaze him how easily the dude set him off. But right now, if he didn’t get his mind off Scott’s cock, he was seriously going to lose his shit.

  That is, if he didn’t hyperventilate first.

  Again, Scott canted his pelvis and bore down on Tad’s hips. Both groaned in fevered unison. But even though Tad’s body was inescapably impaled, their tight connect allowed him to feel something else, something exciting… and utterly heady; Scott’s huge body, trembling against his. Knowing that Tad had reduced him to such? Incredible couldn’t begin to describe it. It was intoxicating. Addicting. Impossibly arousing.

  And nearly too much to withstand.

  Anymore stimulus and he’d stroke the fuck out. But damn, Scott unravelling was one hell of a rush. Although, why that stroked Tad’s cock like it did, he’d have to contemplate later.

  Scott shuddered and buried his face in Tad’s neck. “Shit, babe… I’m losin’ it… You ready… to go?”

  The pressure in Tad’s balls surged up his shaft. Anxiously, he nodded. Already Scott had him tail-spinning fast. He grimaced from the intensity, his eyes squeezing shut. “Aw, fuck, dude… Yeah… I’m so fucking ready.” He could feel it barreling toward him like a train off its tracks. His arms snapped around Scott’s shoulders tight. And then the dude’s hips went all bronco and shit, leveling Tad’s prostate with the brunt of its kicks. Tad’s frame locked up fast, stars exploding before his eyes.

  “Shit, Scott, shit! I’m gonna—Ah, shit!” His crown swelled and hardened, his sack wrenched up tight, and as the locomotive plowed into him, he—“Fuck!”—blew his load. Hot, thick ribbons rifled up his shaft, firing jets of steaming come out the head of his cock. It pummeled his abs, his chest and his chin.

  Beneath him, Scott grunted, then shuddered, then bucked, arms crushing around Tad’s ribs. “Fuck, babe,” he rasped. “Goddamn, Tad. Oh, fuck.”

  And that’s when Scott lost his shit, too.

  Just like before, he came like a beast, his cock kicking hard enough to keep Tad going, too. On and on and on, they came. Panting and twitching and groaning as one.

  Holy fucking shit, Batman.

  Eventually, however, the rollercoaster ended. At first it wasn’t too terribly awkward. Tad was too exhausted to even break a blush. But as their heaving chests kept slipping and sliding, all slick with Tad’s heavy release, something happened that gave Tad pause; Scott nuzzled his face into his neck, like some indulgent post-romp snuggle. The contact exuded a satisfied contentment. And felt suspiciously affectionate.

  Tad went still, not at all sure what to do. If he let Scott continue, what message would that send? His first thought was not to encourage the guy. But shoving him away seemed worse. And the thing was, Tad didn’t mind the display. It felt good after such a vigorous fuck. To lean against the warm, sated body of the person who not only just made him see freaking stars, but was strong enough to hold him up.

  Man, he was exhausted.

  Tad unlocked his arms from around Scott’s shoulders and let them drop to his sides. Scott’s, however, stayed right where they were. Which Tad supposed was fine. He could handle a few more minutes. After all, he still needed to catch his breath.

  A rumbling moan tickled his neck. “Shit. I feel like a sack of potatoes.”

  Tad rested his cheek against Scott’s head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. I’m kinda afraid to move.”

  Scott gave his ribcage a squeeze. “Then don’t. What if you fell and couldn’t get up? Besides, my insurance doesn’t cover fuck-related injuries.”

  Tad coughed out a laugh. “Settled for the cheap plan, I see.”

  “Mm.” Scott nuzzled him harder.

  And damn, that really felt way too good. Made his chest feel all heavy, but at the same time, light. The sensation had Tad frowning. What the hell. He’d gotten his ground-shaking orgasm. All other side business should feel irrelevant. Besides, all that after-sex sappy shit never interested him before. So, then why did this unbidden affection from Scott make him want to reciprocate? Must be that hormone released during climax that made people all lovey and crap. His hands settled absently at the base of Scott’s back. Yeah, that had to be it. Was the only logical explanation.

  Which meant their snuggle fest should probably wrap up.

  Awkwardly, he cleared his throat. “Well, it’s not like I could move, even if I wanted to.”

  “Why’s that?” Scott murmured. His drowsy, post-coital purr vibrated over Tad’s skin. Tad suddenly had the urge to sigh. Ugh. He needed to clear his funked-up head.

  “Because I’m still playing scabbard to your monster freaking cock.” Scott stilled in his nuzzling, then burst out laughing, his cock inadvertently jostling Tad’s ass. His super sore ass. And his crazy-sensitive prostate. Tad winced with a hiss, clutching Scott’s shoulders. “Fuck, dude. My god. Tell that python to chill.”

  Scott laughed even harder and grabbed Tad’s hips. “Shit. I’m sorry. Here, let’s get you off.”

  Tad grunted. “Could’ve sworn you just did.”

  A soft, happy sound. “And what an unexpected treat that was.” But instead of moving to ease Tad up, Scott went completely still. Warm breath whispered across Tad’s face, then specifically against his mouth. Tad froze. If he was to guess, he’d say their lips were less than an inch apart. Scott’s hands left his hips to slide up his back, strong fingers splaying atop Tad’s shoulder blades. Slowly, gently, they started to knead. “And to think it all started with a camera and some weights.”

  Wrong. It all started when Tad set out to prove his obsessing was totally stupid and baseless. Just his mind getting away from him after a bizarre encounter, mere physical cause-and-effect. But
especially to prove that he wasn’t attracted to the guy wrapped around him now. At least not as anything more than a friend. Just a dude Tad clicked with who shared mutual interests.

  But Tad’s little plan hadn’t exactly panned out. Well, it did confirm he still thought Scott was a great guy. So much so that it made hanging out with the dude a bit too appealing.

  Tad’s visit, however, did bring to light some other important stuff. Like the fact that Scott got him going way too easy. Obviously varying circumstances hadn’t made a difference. Which kind of proved another unsettling little truth; that Tad was inexplicably susceptible to the guy. And what an eye-opening shocker that was. Because honestly, on that table? The second Scott touched his ass? Tad could’ve—and should’ve—told the guy to back off. It’d been the perfect opportunity to make things clear and set some fucking boundaries.

  But he hadn’t.

  He’d let Scott touch him. Let him seduce Tad back to that smoldering sauna where just the two of them existed. Hell, in hindsight his efforts to resist had been laughable. And even if he blamed it all on his dick, he’d know it was only partially true. A cop out to excuse him from owning up to the way Scott made him feel.

  Soft lips whispered like a shadow over his, yanking him back from his thoughts. His heart went crazy. But just like the last time, no real pressure followed. Nothing tangibly substantial. He didn’t know how to react. Was Scott just teasing or extending an invite? He hadn’t a clue and wasn’t going to ask.

  So instead, he held his breath. A part of him didn’t want to turn away, but another part was terrified to return the gesture. It was just too big a leap of faith, especially if the jump had him crossing irreparable lines. And didn’t that sound ludicrous, even to Tad. Scott had just fucked him senseless and now a kiss was too much?

  Ah, but in a backward way, it really kind of was. At least to him. Because the way he saw it, a kiss meant more than spontaneous sex, especially by two horny males. A kiss confessed an emotional connection, a desire that encompassed more than skin-deep lust. So, what exactly did that say about Tad, here in his current predicament? Because if he truly wasn’t interested in exploring Scott’s affections, then why was he even thinking about it? His gut churned anxiously. No way could he fess up to something like that. Not when he’d gone there in hopes of proving the opposite.