Page 24 of Game Changer
He stretched himself out on the bed beside Kip and brought their mouths together again. Kip had been expecting more of the same urgency, but the way Scott was kissing him now was so tender, like he was savoring him, and Kip lost himself in it.
“God, your mouth,” Scott murmured.
Kip smiled against Scott’s lips. “I can do other things with it too.”
He needed to taste every inch of Scott. He might not get another chance.
Scott caught Kip’s bottom lip between his teeth, then released him and whispered, “Show me.”
Kip did not need to be told twice. He rolled Scott onto his back and straddled his massive thighs.
“Fuck, you’re enormous,” Kip said.
“Well, I’mveryturned on right now.”
Kip laughed. “I meant all of you, but yeah. That thing is impressive too.”
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Scott’s collarbone. Scott gasped and arched up, so Kip let his mouth travel down his body, licking the curves of his muscles on his chest and stomach, and along the line of his absurdly defined obliques. The path led him to Scott’s cock, which was swollen and begging for attention. Kip ignored it and moved back up to Scott’s mouth.
“Bastard,” Scott growled, but he kissed Kip wildly.
As an apology, Kip moved his hips so their cocks slid against each other. Scott moaned his approval. “Christ, yes.”
Kip repeated the motion a few more times, then pressed a hand on Scott’s chest, and sat up. “Lube?”
“Yeah. Just a sec.”
Kip dismounted so Scott could roll and reach into the nightstand drawer. He handed the small bottle to Kip.
“Top shelf,” Kip commented, examining the label.
“I like to spend big on important things,” Scott said dryly.
Kip reached for Scott’s cock, stroking it slowly and getting it slick and shiny. Scott’s abdominal muscles flexed as he writhed on the bed while Kip caressed his balls and tugged at them gently. Scott swore quietly and arched his back. Kip smiled.
He stroked two slick fingers over Scott’s hole, and the NHL all-starwhimpered.
“Yes,fuck... God, it’s been too long. Too fucking long...”
Kip stroked Scott’s cock with one hand as he teased his rim with the other. “No one else,” he murmured. “Just you and me in this room. Nothing outside that door. Nothing matters but making each other feel good, all right?”
“Yes.” Scott didn’t so much say it as exhale it. All of his muscles seemed to loosen a bit. His eyes closed, his beautiful long lashes resting against his cheekbones. “Gonna make you feel so good, Kip. Can’t wait until you’re inside me.”
“Me neither. Gonna fuck you like this, I think. You on your back. I wanna see you. Wanna make you come all over that gorgeous body of yours.”
“God, yes.” Scott sounded a million miles away.
By the time Kip had worked a third finger into him, Scott was breathing hard and his cock was leaking.
“You’re so fucking stunning,” Kip told him.
“Then fuck me,” Scott growled.
“Condom?”
Scott answered by reaching into the drawer again and tossing a condom at him. Kip rolled it on as fast as fucking possible before lining himself up.
He pushed in slowly, and kept a hand on Scott’s cock, gently stroking as he entered him. Scott’s face gave no indication of pain. Of course not. He was a tough guy. An athlete. A guy who got stitches on the bench and was back on the ice next shift. He could take it.
