Page 163 of Game Changer
Kip closed his eyes and sighed as Scott added a second finger. “You would have come back.”
“Yeah,” Scott said softly. “I would have.”
“You invited me to that game. I still wouldn’t let myself believe that I had a shot with you.”
“I loved seeing you in the crowd.”
“I was fucking obsessed with you for a couple of weeks there,” Kip confessed. “I, uh... I jerked off a few times. Thinking of you.”
Fuck. Scott’s dick started to fill again. “What did you think about?”
“Imagined what it would be like to—” His words were cut off when Scott curled his fingers to stroke his prostate. “Ah, fuck. So good, Scott.”
“This what you imagined?” Scott asked, bolder as he became more aroused. “Or was it what I’m about to do? Burying myself inside you, fucking you as hard as I want because you can take it?”
“Yes.” Kip’s voice was high and wild. “Imagined you fucking me against a wall. Fuck, maybe at work. I don’t know. Just wanted to feel how strong you are.”
Scott sucked in a breath. “I thought of you too. On the road, when I didn’t even really know you. I wanted your dick in my mouth. I imagined what you’d sound like when you came. I imagined kissing your beautiful mouth. I wanted so much... Fuck. Okay.”
He opened a condom and got himself ready, then grabbed one of Kip’s legs and put his ankle on his shoulder and entered him as quickly as he dared.
Kip cried out, arched his back, and reached out for him. Scott leaned forward enough that Kip could touch his face and shoulders. Then he pulled back and rammed back into him.
“Yes! God, please,” Kip cried. “Just like that, sweetheart. So good.”
Scott fucked him hard and fast, and Kip gazed at him with so much love in his eyes.
“So good, Scott,” Kip said again. “So fucking good. Love you so much.”
Tears prickled Scott’s eyes, which was ridiculous. He felt so good and Kip was so wonderful and he was so happy...
“Touch yourself,” he said, slowing down a little. “Show me what you used to do when you thought about me.”
Kip grinned and started stroking himself. “Still do, sweetheart,” he said. “Can’t tell you how many times this week I did this.”
“Yeah,” Scott breathed.
“I wanna come,” Kip said, head rolling back on the pillow. “I’m so close.”
“Wanna see it. Gonna fuck you right through it.”
“Yes, oh fuck. Yeah, Scott. Fuck, I’m—”
“Come for me, baby. Come on. Show me.”
“Ah! Ah, fuck,” Kip cried, trembling and clenching around Scott’s dick. He slowed his hand as he came. The white strands fell on his stomach. Then Scott sped up his thrusts, suddenly desperate to come.
Kip was still clenching hard around him, and Scott was right on the edge, so fucking close. Just needed that push...
“Come on me, Hunter. Come on. Mess me up.”
Scott growled and pulled out and tore off the condom, barely in time to let his own release fall over Kip.
“Oh my god,” he panted, staring at the mess they’d both made on Kip’s stomach. “So fucking hot, Kip. I love you.”
“I love you. You’re amazing. Come here.” Kip pulled him down and kissed him.
They got cleaned up, and Scott made good on his promise to himself to cuddle Kip to death.
