Page 32 of Game Changer
“Please,” was all Scott could say.
Kip ran his tongue over the head, and pressed against the sensitive skin just under. Scott gripped the sofa to keep himself from accidentally shoving Kip’s head down. He ached with the need for release.
But Kip sucked him slowly, relaxed, like they had all the time in the world. Which, Scott supposed, they did. He watched Kip as much as he could, at times losing focus when he did something that made Scott’s eyes roll back.
He was so beautiful. Kip. Scott decided to tell him so.
“You’re gorgeous.” Scott gazed down at him with what must have been a look of pure adoration. “And you’re so fucking good at that. Jesus Christ.”
Kip grinned around him and redoubled his efforts. He took Scott in almost completely, wrapping his hand around the base and stroking Scott’s balls with his fingertips.
Scott was on fire. He felt like he might die. He couldn’t think anymore, and could only speak in obscenities.
“Oh fuck. Oh god. I hope you want to fuck me later. God, I’ve been thinking about that. It was so good the other night... Never had it that good before... So many things I wanna do with you...”
Kip moaned around his cock, and pressed a hand to his own erection through his jeans.
“I’m gonna take care of that,” Scott promised. “Soon as you’re done, I’m gonna take your cock however you wanna give it to me—Oh—fuck... Okay... I’m going to...”
That was all the warning he could give Kip. His orgasm hit him so hard and so fast, he thrust up a bit and rode the waves of pleasure that rocked through his body as he emptied himself into Kip’s perfect mouth.
When it was over, Kip pulled off and rested his head on Scott’s thigh.
“Holy fuck,” Scott said. “Come here.”
Kip went to him and kissed him, and Scott wrapped his arms around him as Kip straddled his lap.
“What do you want?” Scott panted.
“Doesn’t matter. Not gonna take long either way.”
Scott opened Kip’s jeans and took his cock out. At a loss for anything better, Scott spit in his own hand and wrapped it around Kip, mixing it with the precome that was already leaking from the tip.
Kip swore and thrust into Scott’s grip. Scott looked down between them, watching his hand move over Kip’s swollen, gorgeous cock.
“I want to see you come. I want you to come all over me. Later maybe you could show me how you like it, I could watch you stroke yourself. Fuck, I’d really like that...”
Kip made a sudden sharp cry and gave him exactly what he wanted, coming in long streaks against Scott’s abs and chest and down Scott’s hand.
When Kip opened his eyes, they were hooded, sex-drunk, and his cheeks were flushed. He was the sexiest thing Scott had ever seen.
“Jesus, no wonder you’re the team captain,” Kip drawled. “You’re a great motivator.”
Scott laughed and kissed him. “We should get cleaned up.”
“Mm.” Kip said, falling back onto the couch.
Scott stood and went to get a wet cloth. The edge had been taken off, but it had only ignited his need formore.
He returned to the living room to find Kip still sprawled on his back, jeans open, cock wet and softening against his thigh. He had an arm thrown over his eyes.
More. A lot more.
* * *
Kip flopped onto his back beside Scott, spent and sweaty and happy. They were stretched somewhat diagonally across Scott’s giant bed after their second round. It wasn’t even dark out yet.
Scott rolled his head in Kip’s direction. “You hungry? I’m starving.”
