Page 23 of Game Changer
“I don’t know. I’ve... There are a lot of things I’ve thought about.”
Kip’s mouth dropped open and his cock got uncomfortably harder in his pants.Scott has been thinking about this. Withme!
He instructed himself to keep his cool. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he’d be damned if he was going to fuck it up.
“Pick your favorite,” he said. “Or, hell, pick your top ten. I’ve got plenty of time.”
Scott moved quickly, covering Kip’s body with his own as he took his mouth again. Kip kissed him back eagerly. He couldn’t get enough of Scott’s mouth, and he wanted Scott to know how much he wanted this. He wanted him to feel confident to do whatever he’d been fantasizing about.
When Scott placed a firm hand on Kip’s crotch, gripping his erection through the denim, Kip groaned into his mouth. He jerked his hips up and pressed into Scott’s palm.Yes. Please. Touch me everywhere.
Scott broke their kiss and looked down at him with wild eyes.
“Do it,” Kip breathed. “Whatever you’re thinking. Please.”
Kip leaned forward to kiss him again, but Scott was already moving down his body. His big hands quickly unfastened Kip’s jeans and hauled them down to his thighs. Kip didn’t even have a chance to react before Scott was mouthing him through his underwear.
“God! Fuck!” Kip cried out, partly out of surprise and partly because Scott Hunter’s beautiful mouth felt so fuckinggood.He stayed propped on his elbows so he could watch, becauseholy shit.
Perhaps encouraged by Kip’s enthusiasm, Scott tugged the waistband of his briefs down, freeing Kip’s erection. He lowered his lips to the head, then glanced up at Kip as if he was asking permission. Kip nodded, and murmured, “Yes, please.”
When Scott wrapped those plush lips around him, enveloping his cock in delicious wet heat, it was all Kip could do to stop himself from thrusting up into his mouth. The only thing that stopped him was his assumption that Scottprobablydidn’t have a whole lot of experience sucking cock. Not that he wasbadat it. He was just a bit frantic, working his mouth on Kip’s cock like they were in an alley instead of Scott’s home—like he was worried someone might walk in on them at any moment and stop them.
“Hey,” Kip said, a little choked, “it’s all right. No need to hurry—you,fuck, you might wanna slow down if you want me to last.”
The tension seemed to leave Scott’s shoulders as he slowed his tongue. He was making gorgeous noises, as ifhewas the one being sucked off instead of the other way around, but he would have to stop soon or Kip would bedone. The whole scene was too fucking much.
Kip placed a hand on the side of Scott’s face, and Scott looked up, lips still stretched wide around him.
“What do you want?” Kip asked.
Scott’s mouth slid off Kip’s cock with a long, obscene drag of his tongue, and Kip’s eyes rolled back.Jesus.Scott could say literally anything right now and Kip would be down with it.
“I want you to fuck me,” Scott said.
“You do?” Kip was certainly down for whatever, but he’d just sort of assumed that the captain of an NHL team might be kind of...toppy.
“Yeah,” Scott said with a shy smile. “Is that okay? It’s...it’s what I’ve been thinking about the most.”
Kip made a mental note to stop making assumptions about the preferred sexual positions of giant, muscular star athletes. “Fuck yes, it’s definitely okay.”
Scott grinned.
“Get those pants off.” Kip could notwaitto see all of Scott.
Scott stood and seemed to take him in. Sprawled out on the bed, pants pulled down to mid-thigh, and erect cock wet with Scott’s spit, Kip imagined he was quite the picture.
“You too,” Scott said finally, voice strained. “Get your clothes off.”
Kip quickly removed his sneakers, pants, underwear, and socks, and lay back on the bed, watching Scott.
Scott turned away from Kip as he bent to rid himself of the last of his clothing, giving Kip a great view of his incredible ass. He watched the muscles ripple as Scott tugged his socks off. His eyes trailed down Scott’s solid thighs, pale as the rest of him but covered in dark blond hair. He was so strong, so masculine. He was everything Kip had ever dreamed about, almost too perfect to be real.
When he was completely undressed, Scott turned to face the bed.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Kip breathed.
Scott huffed a laugh, as if he was relieved that Kip liked what he saw. Which was ridiculous.
