“No way.” I met his eyes. “Hands back over your head. No touching. You’re going to distract me, and I have a mission.”
Once his hands were back over his head, I continued my slow examination of his torso. I traced my tongue over the faint lines of his abs. I left no inch of his torso unkissed, untouched, or unsearched. When I was satisfied that there was no ink on his torso, I started on his pelvis.
If he’d been reactive before, it had nothing on the way he reacted as I started kissing his hip bones. He was squirming, and when I looked up, his hands had moved again. His fists were white with how hard he was clenching his comforter. I could see the way he was struggling to follow my instructions not to touch. I kept my eyes trained on his hands as I brushed over his hard cock. I watched as his fingers twitched, letting go of the bedspread before clenching it again. “You really want to touch, don’t you?” I whispered.
“So bad.” His voice was almost a pant. “Please, Matt?”
“No.”
He let out a tortured groan and lifted his head so I could see the pained expression on his face. “You’re a tease.”
“You started it.” And if he thought this was a tease? If he was clear headed enough to complain, then I needed to up my game. I might have been a man on a mission, but I was loving the way he was reacting underneath me. I licked a bead of precum from his tip, moaning as the salty flavor exploded on my tongue. “You taste really good,” I groaned. I licked a stripe up his shaft, tracing the vein that ran underneath his thick cock to the head.
His cock was distracting me, threatening to derail me from my mission. I needed to stop playing with his dick, or I was never going to find his tattoo. But I needed another taste, needed to feel him on my tongue. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and took him into my mouth. “Matt,” he moaned as I began to bob on his dick, never taking more than a few inches in at a time. I could lose myself in the way his cock filled my mouth, in the sounds he made as I hollowed my cheeks to suck harder. “Fuck Matt. So good. So fucking good.”
His praise spurred me on, and I took him deeper. My lips met my hand, spit and precum dripping over my fist and pulling me out of my cock drunk stupor. I pulled off with an obscene pop. “Oh, come on,” he whined. “Mattttt.”
“Nope,” I teased. I pushed his legs apart and began to kiss his inner thighs, searching as I kissed down his legs to his ankles. By the time I got to his feet, I could safely rule out the front of his body. “Flip over,” I instructed.
“Oh, come on, you can’t…”
“Over,” I repeated firmly. “Your idea, remember?”
He grumbled as he flipped over, baring his muscular back and perfect ass to me. His front had nothing on the temptation offered by the image of him laid spread eagle on his stomach. I ran my hands up his muscular calves, shapely from years of playing soccer and his love of hiking. I’d been obsessed with his legs in our youth, and I could feel the obsession reawakening. I took my time searching the back of his calves, tracing my tongue over the muscles until I memorized their shape. I moved up to his thighs, stopping just shy of the globes of his ass cheeks. Then I took my time memorizing the other long leg. I mean, searching it for tattoos. Because I had a mission, and I couldn’t be distracted by a pair of legs that looked like they’d been sculpted from marble.
I skipped over his ass and began searching his back. The higher I rose, the harder it got to resist temptation. Especially by the time I reached the back of his neck. My cock nestled against his ass crack, and it felt like his cheeks were trying to suck me in. I wanted to win, only so I could choose to top that night. As much as I wanted to feel his perfect cock inside me, I’d spent too long looking at his ass and exploring his body not to slip inside.
But that damn tattoo was eluding me.
The only things on his muscular back were a hand full of freckles over the back of his shoulders. Every other part of his skin was just smooth, unblemished perfection. The column of his neck had baby hairs but no tattoos. I double checked behind his ears, if only because it meant that I could lay flat over his body and feel him pressed against me. My cock sunk deeper inbetween his cheeks. His warmth surrounded me, and I rutted against him. “You feel so good,” I moaned into his ear. “So fucking good.”
“Want you,” he gasped out.
“Do you give in?”
“Ye—No. No.”
Damn. He’d gotten so close to breaking before he realized what he was doing. I had to date the one person who was just as stubborn as I was, didn’t I? And if I couldn’t find his tattoo, then I needed to make him break. It was the only way I was going to win this. The decision clicked into place, and clarity followed in its wake. “Then I guess the search continues,” I teased with a smile.
“Where else can you search?”
My fingers slid down his side until I reached his ass. “Only one place I haven’t searched,” I told him, squeezing his cheek once I reached my destination. I thrust between his cheeks one more time before forcing myself back up to my knees. I scooted back further down the bed until I was able to lay comfortably between his legs. “Put a pillow under your hips. I need a better angle to search.”
I didn’t think I’d ever seen Noah move so quickly in his life. He positioned the pillow underneath him, presenting his ass to me like it was a gift, and it was. Oh god, was his ass a gift. I licked my lips as I ran my hands over his round cheeks. Like the rest of his skin, there was no ink. I knew that the final place I searched wouldn’t yield any results, but I’d changed missions.
If I couldn’t find the tattoo, I needed to make him give up and give in. I pried his cheeks apart, revealing his puckered hole.
“There’s no tattoo there,” Noah whispered.
“Gotta be sure.”
Before he could say anything else, I licked over his dusky hole. His reaction was immediate, a long, drawn-out moan that hadme weak in the knees. Or it would have had me weak in my knees if I’d been dumb enough to be on my knees. I teased his hole with my tongue, circling and licking it. I wanted to devour him. Every taste of him awakened a hunger inside me unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It was a foreign kind of hunger, the kind that felt like fire over every inch of my skin, and the only thing that could satiate it was the man writhing underneath me.
I pushed my tongue past the tight ring of muscle, desperate to taste more of him. “Matt,” he cried out as I breached him. It egged me on, and I began fucking my tongue into him. He pushed his ass against me, like he was trying to take me deeper. His moans turned incoherent. I wanted him to break. I needed him to break. I didn’t know what I’d do if he won and decided that he wanted to fuck me tonight, to turn this torture back on me, but every move he made pushed me closer to breaking instead.
My cock was throbbing, the drag of the comforter not giving me the friction I was desperate for. I needed him to break. I reached between his legs and began stroking his cock.
“Fuck, baby, fuck. Please. I need—Fuck,” he cried out. “Please, Matt, please.” He was so close. He was so close to breaking or maybe to cumming. His tunnel was tightening around my tongue, and I worried that I was pushing him too far. Except I couldn’t stop. There was no way in hell I could stop now. If he came from me eating his ass, then well, he came from me eating his ass. I was too intoxicated on the taste of him and the smell of sex to stop now. “Need you. Please. Please, Matt. I give up. You win, just fuck me. Fuck. Please.”
