Chapter 11 #2
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
I crawled over to him, prying his legs apart so I could kneel between them.
I traced my fingers up his torso and watched as goosebumps rose in their wake.
When I reached his face, I brushed the back of my index finger over his jaw until I reached his chin.
I angled his head to the side and leaned over him.
I could feel the heat from his body, inches from my own, already attempting to distract me from my quest. There was no way I was getting distracted this early in, no matter how tempting his body felt under mine.
It wasn’t a matter of having a preference for if I fucked him or he fucked me. It was a matter of principal and pride, of not wanting to lose once the bet had been made. And okay, the idea of exploring every part of his body was very hot.
I pushed his head to the left and searched the side of his neck.
I pushed back his ear. No tattoo. When I deemed that side clear, I licked a stripe down the column of his neck.
He shuddered beneath me, and my cock twitched in response.
I had a feeling that this would be torturous for both of us, in the very best possible way.
I angled his chin up, kissing every spot that I checked.
The other side of his neck was free from tattoos as well.
When I finished with his face, I brought my lips down to his, teasing him with soft kisses and pulling away every time he tried to slip his tongue past my lips.
“Nope,” I chirped. “You’re not going to distract me by kissing me. I have an entire body to search.”
He laughed as I studied his face, a face I’d already memorized.
I knew there were no tattoos there, but I took advantage of the opportunity to stare at it anyway.
I traced over his sharp cheekbones and thumbed over the beauty mark over his left lip.
He tried to capture my thumb, but I moved it before he could suck it in between his lips.
“Mhmm,” I hummed. “You’re just going to lay there while I explore every inch of your incredible body until I prove that you do not have a tattoo. ”
“Matthew, I swear, I have a tattoo. Why would I make a bet—”
I cut him off with another kiss, plunging my tongue into his mouth.
I let the kiss linger, let our tongues explore and taste until his arms wrapped tight around my waist. I broke the kiss and shook my head again.
“Arms down on the bed,” I instructed. He listened immediately, his arms landing with a thud.
My eyes moved over his left arm. “Lift them over your head.”
He complied at once. I ran my hands up his arms, like I could feel the ink on his skin.
My eyes followed my fingers, searching for anything that could be a tattoo.
I repeated my search on the other side. Of course there wouldn’t be a tattoo on his arms. I’d have seen it.
He was always wearing short sleeves. I turned them over anyway, searching every inch of the arms that held me tightly every night.
Nothing.
I searched his collar bones, kissing and nipping as I examined the expanse of tanned skin.
My eyes and lips moved down his torso, stopping to tease his dusky nipples until they were peaked and he was squirming underneath me.
“Fuck, Matt,” he moaned as I sucked his nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. “You’re going to kill me.”
I pulled my mouth away from his nipple and rested my chin on his chest. “I mean, you could give in. Declare me the winner. Show me the tattoo or admit it doesn’t exist. Especially since I haven’t even gotten started yet.
” Before he could answer, I bit down on his other nipple.
He let out a strangled cry that went straight to my cock.
I didn’t want him to give up. I wanted to keep searching, keep drawing these reactions out of him.
His hands moved to my hair, and he started to push me down further. “Keep looking,” he challenged, his voice made deeper with desire. “I think you’ll break before I do.”
“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 in between 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.”