Page 96 of Game Changer
“No. Stop it.”
“Fine. I’ll just lie back on your bed here and we can talk about whatever you want.”
“Thank you,” Scott said. “Are you naked?”
Kip laughed. “Knew you wouldn’t be able to drop it. Almost, yeah. Still have my briefs on.”
Scott swore again. He was abso-fucking-lutelynotgoing to jerk off in this hotel meeting room. He wasn’t that creepy. “Ireallycan’t do this right now.”
“That’s okay,” Kip said. “Ican.”
“Kip...”
“Shh... Just talk to me,” he said, his tone drifting a little. “Love your voice, Scott. Tell me what to do.”
Scott loved and hated this plan. He loved it because it was fuckinghot.He hated it because he was going to be left with a very uncomfortable hard-on.
He glanced at the meeting-room door, then lowered his voice. “You touching yourself?”
“Yeah. I’m real fucking hard. Tell me what to do,” Kip drawled,“sweetheart.”
“Jesus.” Scott adjusted himself through his sweatpants. “All right. Go slow. Don’t take the shorts off. Not yet.”
He could tell Kip was smiling when he replied. “Gonna be likethat, huh? All right. I’m just rubbing myself real gentle. It feels nice.”
Scott could picture Kip’s thick cock straining against the fabric. He could picture Kip, nearly naked, sprawled out on his bed, eyes closed and thinking of Scott.
“You imagining it’s me touching you?” Scott asked.
“Yeah. God, I wish it really was.”
“Me too. Keep going.”
Kip sighed and made breathy little moans that made Scott’s dick twitch in agony. He cupped it with his hand to relieve some pressure.
“My shorts are getting wet,” Kip said. “I’m leaking already. Can I take them off?”
“Not yet,” Scott said, surprising himself with how much he was enjoying this control.
“Fuck, Scott.”
“Are you cold?”
“Getting warmer.”
“Your nipples must be hard.” Kip had perfect, dark nipples that always stiffened into delicious little peaks.
“Mm. Yeah. Want me to touch them?”
“Yeah. Let go of your dick. Play with your nipples for a bit.”
He heard Kip inhale sharply as his fingers made contact with his sensitive nipples.
“If I was there,” Scott said, “I’d lick them and bite them until you were begging me to suck your dick.”
“Fuck.Fuck.”
“Are you still holding the phone?”
