Page 149 of Game Changer
Kip ran his fingers down Scott’s necktie. “Yes. Of course.”
Scott shuddered out a breath and Kip moved his lips over to brush the shell of his ear. “What do you want to do?” he murmured.
“I don’t know.”
“How about this?” Kip said. “How about you take off this sexy-as-hell suit, go lie down on your bed, and I spend a couple of hours kissing every inch of you?”
He could feel Scott smiling against his shoulder.
* * *
Scott shivered on the bed. He felt both cold and hot, skin exposed to the air and Kip’s mouth and hands searing him and making his blood run like lava.
What Kip was doing to him, so slowly and carefully kissing and licking every part of him—cataloging him—it was almost an out-of-body experience. Kip would press kisses up the inside of one thigh, tantalizingly close to his cock, then switch and nip the inside of Scott’s wrist. He would flick his tongue over one nipple until Scott thought he would die, then he would lovingly comb his fingers through Scott’s new beard.
It was heaven and agony and possibly the most sensual experience of Scott’s life. He would need to return the favor someday.
Finally, Kip curled his tongue over Scott’s balls. He hummed as he took one into his mouth. Scott gasped and arched.
“I love you,” he said. “I love you so much and I’m going to fix everything. I promise. I’ll—”
“Shhh,” Kip said, replacing his mouth with his hand. He caressed him and lightly kissed the head of Scott’s swollen cock. “Don’t worry about anything. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
Scott sighed and closed his eyes. Kip wrapped his plush, bruised lips around his cock and put his tongue to work taking Scott apart.
The buildup had been exquisite and eternal. Scott let himself feel everything that Kip was doing with his mouth and fingers. He felt the way it made his body tighten, the way it made his heart race. He wanted to come, and he wanted this to last forever.
He wanted so many things.
But now he could feel himself racing to the edge.
“Kip,” he said hoarsely.
Kip pulled off, replacing his mouth with his hand. “Want to see it,” he said. “Show me. Come on, baby.”
Scott came, silent and awestruck, as his gorgeous, perfect boyfriend watched. The thick white ribbons of his release splattered across his stomach and up onto his chest.
“So beautiful, sweetheart,” Kip said. He crawled up and kissed Scott, who kissed him back gratefully.
“You’re so good to me,” Scott said. “I love you. Don’t forget that, all right? I love you.”
“I won’t.”
Later that night, they lay in the dark. Kip was asleep with his head on Scott’s chest. He’d given Scott so much that night. He’d wrung himselfoutfor Scott. And now he was curled against him, his body heavy and exhausted.
Scott held him, and made a silent promise that he would be the man Kip needed him to be. Then he slipped blissfully into sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Scott slept well for the first time in a week.
As he blinked awake, he heard a content little sigh next to him. He rolled to find the man he loved sleeping peacefully. The single white sheet that was covering them had slipped down to the dip of Kip’s bare lower back. His soft brown hair fell messily into his eyes, a couple of loose wavy tendrils brushing against the slight stubble on his cheek. His face was relaxed and beautiful, his lips slightly parted. Scott propped himself up on one elbow and just looked at him for a while.
He watched him sleep until he was no longer able to stop himself from gently brushing the backs of his fingers over the line of Kip’s jaw. In his sleep, Kip flinched and made a drowsy, irritated noise. Scott smiled and kissed the shoulder that was closest to him. When Kip didn’t stir or protest, Scott continued to press soft kisses down the length of his back.
He would happily stay in this quiet moment forever.
But he was also lonely, so he moved his mouth so he could lightly nip Kip’s side, just above his hip, where Scott knew he was ticklish.
