Page 25 of Game Changer
Scott bent his knees until they were touching his chest, coaxing Kip to push deeper. Kip grabbed Scott’s hips and hauled him closer, then he slid back and thrust in, hard and fast. Scott cried out, but he was smiling. He looked ecstatic.
“Just like that,” Scott breathed. “Hard. Please.”
He hooked a leg over Kip’s shoulder, and raised his hips, urging Kip to take him even deeper.
Kip watched, mesmerized, as Scott stroked his own cock. He was already on the verge of shattering, but when Scott murmured Kip’s name, Kip lost all control. His rhythm was completely gone, and he was just fucking Scott as hard and fast as he could as his mind broke apart. It was all just too much.
Suddenly, Scott threw his head back, his chin jutted out and his neck muscles strained. His back arched and he came with a gorgeous shudder that Kip would never forget. He spurted, endless and beautiful, against his own stomach and chest, some even hitting his neck. Kip moaned and swore and came on the next thrust, almost screaming with how good it felt.
When the last waves subsided he collapsed on top of Scott, panting and smiling. After a minute, Scott gently maneuvered him so he could reach his mouth, and kissed him.
“Thank you,” Scott murmured happily. “You have no idea... Thank you.”
“You’re thankingme?”
“I needed that,” Scott said. “It’s been a long time.”
Kip felt brave. “How long?”
“August.”
“Are you—?”
“EarlyAugust.”
Kip wanted to ask how that was possible, but the answer might lead into territory that wouldn’t make for great post-sex pillow talk. Scott obviously wasn’t comfortable picking up men.
What hereallywanted to know was:Why now? Whyme?
Instead he said, “I should get cleaned up.”
“Bathroom’s that way,” Scott said, gesturing to a door across the room. “I’ll use the one in the hall.”
Kip got himself cleaned up and walked out of the (incredible) bathroom. Scott was sitting up, propped against the headboard, with a thin sheet over him.
Kip began collecting his clothes. He wouldn’t kid himself about what this was. The sex had been great, but Scott would probably like him to leave now.
“Well,” he said, “thanks for that.”
“You’re leaving?” Scott sounded disappointed.
Kip paused, holding his jeans in one hand, his T-shirt in the other. “Yeah, I mean...”
“You don’t have to,” Scott said. “You can stay. I... I’d like you to stay. If you want.”
Kip stared, gobsmacked, at the gorgeous, sex-rumpled hockey star who was very shyly inviting him to stay the night. He actually looked nervous, as if he thought Kip might turn him down.
Kip dropped the jeans and shirt on the floor, and returned to the bed, grinning. “Don’t gotta twistmyarm.”
He sprawled playfully across the width of the bed with his head on Scott’s thigh.
“I want to know about you.” Scott smiled down at him and began stroking his hair. “Will you tell me something? I can’t think of the right questions to ask.”
Kip gazed up into his face. “My real name is Christopher, but almost no one calls me that. I’m twenty-five. I... I still live with my parents in Brooklyn because I need to pay off my student debt or get a much better job before I can move out.”
“Don’t be embarrassed about that. I grew up dirt-poor. You think I don’t know how lucky I am?”
“Not lucky,” Kip said. “You worked hard for everything you have.”
