Page 87 of Game Changer
Scott ran his thumb over the mark. His eyes were wild with lust.
“What do we have time for?” Kip asked.
“Anything. Fuck, let me—I don’t know.”
“Let me fuck you. I know you don’t want any marks, but I can make you feel me, at least for a little while.”
“Yeah.Fuck, yes. But just like this. Me on top of you.”
“Fucking finally.” Kip grinned.
Scott yanked off all of his clothing in a frantic whirlwind. Kip pulled off the hoodie and his T-shirt together, then hauled his pants and underwear off. They were naked in seconds, and Scott had already grabbed the lube.
They didn’t have a lot of time for foreplay, so Scott got himself ready as quickly as possible. He tossed Kip the lube and a condom.
Kip slicked himself up, moaning a little as he slowly stroked himself. When Scott lowered himself onto his dick, it felt so fucking good. He was still so tight, and Kip could see in his face that it was hurting a bit, but Scott sank down carefully until Kip was deep inside him.
He sat there for a moment, which gave Kip a chance to admire him. He was all chiseled muscle and faded battle scars. Thick thighs, deep-cut abs and massive, solid pecs. His big hands stroked Kip’s own chest, fingers tracing through his chest hair.
“You’re so beautiful,” Scott said, his voice quiet and reverent.
“You’re perfect,” Kip breathed. He brushed his fingers across Scott’s cheek. “Unreal. All of you. Can’t believe how lucky I am.”
Scott smiled and started moving, pulling himself up and slamming back down. They both cried out, and Kip grinned up at him because this was fucking incredible.
He just enjoyed the show, watching all that muscle bounce on his dick. Watching Scott’s face twist and relax, sweat forming on flushed skin. And Scott was riding him so hard, so relentlessly, that Kip could feel himself racing to the finish line without doing anything.
Scott’s cock bounced in front of him, huge and hard. Kip reached for it, hands still slick from the lube he’d used on himself.
“Yesss...” Scott hissed.
Kip jerked him off, hard and fast to keep with Scott’s rhythm. Scott threw his head back, and planted one hand firmly in the middle of Kip’s chest. “Oh my god. Oh mygod, Kip! I’m gonna... Fuck, I’m close...”
“Me too. I’m right there, Scott. I’m... Come on, sweetheart. Give it to me.”
Scott cried out, and a second later Kip was being showered in his release. Scott clenched and fluttered around his cock, and that was it for Kip. He came inside him with a silent scream, so hard his ears felt like they’d burst.
“Kip...” Scott gasped. “Fuck. Holy...”
Kip lay panting on the bed, trying to return to himself. “Yeah. Yeah, Scott. Come here.”
Scott pulled off him and fell beside him on the bed. Kip grabbed his face and kissed him giddily. He couldn’t stop smiling. He felt unhinged. He felt...like a man who was very much in love.
Scott brushed his fingers over the mark he’d made on Kip’s skin at the base of his neck. “Was that too much?” he asked. “It’s bigger than I thought it would be—”
“No,” Kip said, covering his hand. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
“You haven’t even seen it yet,” Scott said affectionately.
“I don’t care. I love it.”I loveyou.
Scott kissed him again, and then sighed. “I need to finish packing.”
“Can’t you call in sick?” Kip teased.
“Yeah, yeah. All right, Grady.”
He rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom, leaving Kip alone to stare at the ceiling. Before Scott left for nine days, should Kip just...tell him how he felt?
