Page 97 of Game Changer
“Yeah.”
“Put me on speaker and put the phone beside you so you have both hands.”
“Okay.” He heard rustling, and then Kip was back. “Both hands are free, Hunter. What should I do with them?”
Scott smiled and considered the question. “Take off your briefs. But don’t touch your dick yet.”
“Jesus, you’re cruel.”
“Tough but fair.”
“I like this side of you,” Kip said. “Okay, my shorts are off.”
“Get the lube.”
There was more rustling, then, “Got it.”
“I want you to finger yourself. Open yourself up as if I was gonna fuck you.”
“Okay. Okay. Shit. All right.”
“Don’t touch your dick,” Scott reminded him.
“I won’t. I won’t. Okay, I’m, ahh, I’m—”
“Just relax.”
Kip let out a long, slow breath. “Okay.”
Scott imagined him with his knees bent, his slick fingers circling that tight ring of muscle. He swallowed hard and adjusted himself again.
“Please tell me you’re gonna surprise me by walking through that door in a second,” Kip said.
“I wish. Believe me.”
Kip moaned and gasped as he worked himself open. Scott chewed his lip and resisted the urge to stroke himself under the harsh florescent lights of the hotel meeting room.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” he said.
“Ready for what?”
“You’ll see. Pretend you’re getting ready for me.”
Kip blew out a breath. “Okay. Keep talking to me.”
Scott glanced at the door again. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. “If I was there I’d be opening you up with my mouth. Real slow.”
“Scott, god.”
“Wish I could see you right now. You feel good?”
“Better...” Kip gritted out. “Better when you let me stroke myself.”
“Soon, baby.”Baby?“Tell me when you’ve got three fingers in you.”
“Yeah...yeah. Almost. I’m... Oh fuck. I feel like I could come just from this. With your voice and imagining your fingers in me...”
Scott moaned. He almost wanted to let that happen. Just see if Kip could get himself off with his own fingers.
