Page 83 of Game Changer
Scott’s throat tightened, and his heart beat impossibly faster. He tilted Kip’s head up with a gentle finger and kissed him. It was just a soft brush of his lips against Kip’s, but it sent a shudder through him.
What is wrong with me?He felt overloaded, like his body was hosting something huge and wild, and it was slamming against his ribs, desperate to get out.
He tangled a hand in Kip’s hair, and curved the other around his hip. Kip grabbed onto his lapels, pulling him closer and opening his mouth to kiss him properly. The wet heat of Kip’s mouth, and the urgent press of his body against Scott’s, brought him back down to earth. This was real. Kip was real. And Scott needed to get him out of that suit.
After being thoroughly kissed within an inch of his life, Scott reached for the button on Kip’s jacket. He undid it and slid his hands up under the shoulders to slip the jacket down and off, letting it pool on the floor behind him.
“Almost hate to do this,” he said in a low voice. “You look so good. But my plans for the rest of the evening don’t include clothes.”
Kip gave him one of those devastating smiles, and Scott pulled apart his bow tie. The ends unfurled and hung down Kip’s front. Scott tugged on them lightly before undoing the top button on his shirt. He undid two more, letting the collar hang open, exposing Kip’s neck and the top of his undershirt. His fingertips ghosted over Kip’s throat, brushing over his Adam’s apple and making him suck in a breath.
Nina Simone sang “I Put a Spell on You.”
Scott unbuttoned Kip’s shirt the rest of the way and let it hang open. Kip’s chest rose and fell, and he stared hungrily at Scott but said nothing. Scott took his left hand and pulled his arm straight out in front of him. He unfastened the cuff link and brought Kip’s wrist to his mouth, kissing the sensitive skin and feeling Kip’s pulse race in the veins just beneath. He did the same with the other wrist, then tucked the two cuff links into Kip’s pocket. That made Kip smile.
Scott considered him for a moment.
“Take off your shoes,” he said. “And your socks.”
Scott stepped back as Kip followed his instructions. It was so easy to shift into this authoritative role, to cover his nerves with a firm, cool tone. And, god, the way Kip obeyed him so willingly. It made Scott’s head swim.
When Kip was done, he stood up, barefoot with his pants still fastened, his dress shirt open to reveal his white undershirt. Scott’s own tuxedo was completely intact, and Scott loved the imbalance of that.
The slim cut of Kip’s pants was unable to conceal the bulge that had formed as Scott undressed him. Scott ignored it. For now. Instead, he slid the dress shirt onto the floor, letting it join the jacket.
He ran his hands down Kip’s sides, slipping his fingers inside the waistband of his pants just enough to pull the hem of the undershirt out. He pushed it up, slowly, sliding his palms over the soft skin of Kip’s stomach. Kip stretched his arms up so Scott could pull the shirt off over his head.
When the shirt was off, Scott trapped Kip’s wrists together with one hand, keeping his arms extended over his head. Kip’s eyes fluttered closed, and Scott crushed their mouths together. He kissed him messily, their mouths sliding against each other until he released Kip’s wrists and stepped back.
Kip’s breathing was heavy, and his eyes were dark. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t want to break the deliciously tense silence that they had created. Instead, he bit his bottom lip and waited.
Scott smiled to himself as he walked around Kip until he stood at his back. He kicked the discarded clothing that had gathered there aside and kissed Kip’s neck. Kip moaned and tilted his head to rest on Scott’s shoulder. He reached back to hook his arm around Scott’s neck, and Scott wrapped an arm possessively around his chest. With his free hand, Kip grabbed onto it, pressing it into himself.
“Kip...” Scott breathed against his skin, ending the silence. He couldn’t help himself. He felt drunk.
He pressed his crotch into Kip’s ass so he could feel how turned on Scott was right now.
“Fuck. Please,” Kip gasped.
Kip grabbed Scott’s hand and moved it to his crotch, and Scott moaned, loving how eager Kip was.
“Don’t worry,” he breathed into Kip’s ear. “I’m going to give you everything you want.”
Kip shuddered and Scott slowly pulled the zipper on his pants down over his straining erection. As soon as he had the pants open, Scott moved his hands to Kip’s hips. Kip groaned in frustration, but Scott ignored him, instead dipping his fingers into the loose waistband and sliding the pants to the floor. Kip stepped out of them and turned, his cock fully hard and trapped by the fabric of his black briefs, the tip of it almost peeking out from the waistband.
Scott bit his lip, feeling overwhelmed once again. There were words he wanted to say, but not yet. Not when they were both wild with lust.
Instead, he removed his jacket and took off his shoes. He untied his bow tie and removed his cuff links. He removed everything, letting Kip watch. He didn’t make a show of it, just slowly and carefully took off each item. When he was down to his own briefs, he stepped forward and kissed him.
As soon as their mouths came together, Scott lost the ability to play it cool. He wrapped himself around Kip, wanting him everywhere, and Kip responded by shoving his hands down the back of Scott’s briefs, gripping his ass. Their kissing quickly turned wild and hungry, and Scott couldn’t fucking wait anymore. It had been a whole night of teasing, and he needed it to end. He needed to be inside him.
In a move that surprised both of them, Scott hoisted Kip off the ground, holding him firmly as Kip wrapped strong legs around him. Scott carried him to the bedroom this way, as if Kip were half the size he actually was.
When they got to the bedroom, Scott dumped Kip on the bed and was on him immediately. He pulled Kip’s arms over his head and pinned his wrists with one hand, then went right back to kissing him senseless.
“Oh, fuck, Scott,” Kip gasped. “Yes.”
Scott just wantedso much. He wished they had endless time. That they never needed sleep. God, tomorrow he was leaving for a fuckingweek. He needed to drink his fill now.
