Chapter 247
“You seem a little wound up, baby,” Scooter teased, giving in to the temptation of Andy’s mouth, flicking his tongue over Andy’s bottom lip. Scooter cupped Andy’s jaw, held Andy right where he wanted him, dropping sweet, gentle kisses over Andy’s mouth, pulling back every time Andy tried to deepen the kisses. The longer it went on, the wilder Scooter felt; control slipping his leash until he finally lost it and took possession of Andy’s mouth, groaning against the slick, velvet feel. “Oh God, Andy…wanna give you everything, want…want…” Before he could even finish his thought, Andy had his arms around Scooter’s neck, dragging him down, capturing his mouth with take-no-prisoners enthusiasm. Scooter surrendered, letting Andy push him back to the sofa, their lips barely separating.
“God, you feel so good,” Andy groaned, straddling Scooter’s hips and rocking against him, sweet and unbearable friction. He struggled with the button on Scooter’s jeans, barely able to stop moving to get a decent grip on the cloth. “Every time, every goddamntime, it’s like I can’t even believe it’s real. Have to see, have to touchyou…” He slid his hands up Scooter’s stomach and chest, pulling the shirt off and throwing it on the floor, ducking to flick his tongue over a nipple, to drag his teeth over it until Scooter was moaning. “Taste you, mm…”
Tempting as it was to sprawl on the sofa and let Andy debauch him until Scooter was reeling and dizzy with it, Scooter wanted to get his hands on his husband. He tugged at the base of Andy’s tee, pulling it up slow. “Arms up,” he said, light, and when Andy complied, Scooter twisted the material, twining Andy’s arms in the soft fabric, keeping him pinned. Just his mouth and nose were visible under the collar. Scooter leaned forward, slow, licked at Andy’s bottom lip until his mouth dropped open. “I got you, baby.”
Andy whined deep in his throat, but didn’t struggle against the makeshift restraint. “Scooter, God,” he breathed. He willingly let Scooter plunder his mouth, panting when Scooter finally drew back for breath. “God, what you do to me…”
“Everything,” Scooter murmured, almost a plea. “Anything.” He traced down Andy’s chest, lipping at the flat muscle there, then curled his tongue around one perfect nipple, teasing the skin there as it puckered under his lips. Andy writhed, his hips moving restlessly, grinding down on Scooter’s lap. “Can’t never decide what’s better…wanting you, or taking you.” Scooter traced down Andy’s chest and belly with his free hand, comparing that pale skin there to Scooter’s arm, summer tanned.
Andy panted and whimpered. “Oh, fuck, you’re going to kill me,” he said, grinding down even harder. “Scooter, please…”
That might not have been the wisest tactic for Andy—or maybe it was exactly what he wanted—since an instant later, Scooter had him on his back, under Scooter. The tee shirt vanished, tossed on the floor and Scooter was working his jeans off as fast as he could manage. Andy wriggled under him, humming happily. They struggled with clothing a little longer before finally getting all the way naked and rubbing together, sweet, delicious friction. Andy’s hands were everywhere, stroking and teasing, as if trying to prove something. As if Scooter wasn’t already weak with wanting, breathless with need.
Andy rocked up against Scooter’s body, sliding their cocks together. “Tell me we’ve got stuff stashed out here somewhere,” he grated. “It’s been way too long since you’ve been in me, I need—”
Scooter groaned, rubbing down, getting a thigh between Andy’s legs and spreading him. He retreated to Andy’s mouth, kissing his man as if his life depended on it, tongue sliding in and licking at the soft inside of Andy’s cheek. “I…yeah, yeah, in my wallet, baby, can you…can you reach?” He couldn’t take his hands off Andy, not even for a second, wanting that smooth skin. He got a hand under Andy’s ass, squeezed that perfect cheek.
“Uh-huh…” Andy twisted, snagged Scooter’s discarded pants with one finger, and dragged them closer so he could fish the wallet out of the pocket. He didn’t bother handing it over, just unfolded it and opened it up. “Lube anda condom,” he said, a satisfied purr. “I do love a man who comes prepared. Or is that prepared to come…?”
Scooter scrunched his nose at the joke. “Oh, that was terrible,” he protested, a giggle working its way past his teeth anyway, that turned into a shivering groan as the laughter moved his body against Andy’s in new and interesting ways. Andy was still smirking by the time Scooter got himself back under control. Totally going to wipe that look off your face, he thought. He licked the palm of his hand, then took Andy’s cock in hand and cupped it, twisting with light friction.