Chapter 248

Andy’s breath caught and he thrust up into the touch, already chasing fasterand harderand more. “Oh, God, oh…Nnnng.” He grabbed Scooter’s ass with both hands and tried to pull Scooter down against him, making a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “Okay, okay,” he begged, “no more bad jokes, just…”

Scooter got the lube packet, slit the top open with his teeth. “What, Andy, what is it you want, baby?” He wet his fingertips with the thick, slippery goo. Nudged Andy’s knee aside to get in between his legs. “This?” Scooter circled Andy’s hole with one slicked finger, teasing at the muscle, rubbing against the crease.

“God, yes,” Andy sighed. “Scooter, honey, God…More, give me more.” He lifted his head enough to claim a kiss, then dragged his lips down Scooter’s neck, leaving a sharp bite at the meat of Andy’s shoulder.

Scooter hissed, pushing against Andy’s teeth, trying to be gentle. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” Scooter swore. He breached the entrance to Andy’s body with one finger, using the edge of his thumb to tease at the rim, doing it slow, watching each twist and shift of Andy’s expression as he worked his lover open, got him ready. It never failed to astonish him how much Andy wanted. Andy, who could have had anything, everything, and here he still was, in Scooter’s arms. Scooter had to duck his head, hide his face in the curve of Andy’s throat until the need calmed a little.

He tested the muscle, the tight squeeze. Lubed his fingers again and stretched Andy until he worked a second finger in. “I got you, baby,” he said, voice shaking with desire. “So sweet. Gonna make you feel good, you just let me, let me in.” He turned his wrist, slow, fingertip seeking that sensitive spot deep inside. Rubbed at it, pressing a little harder as Andy cried out.

“You got me,” Andy agreed, voice shaky with desperation. “All of me, I’m yours, honey, all yours. Want you in me, deep, want to feel you in me, want—Aahhh, fuck, yes, that there…More now, give it to me, I need you…”

Scooter shivered. Andy was open enough, but Scooter kept teasing for a bit longer, just to watch Andy whimper and squirm, so fucking gorgeous, so beautiful the way he moved. Finally, he pulled his fingers back and out. Sat back on the sofa and unwrapped the condom. Got it on and slicked himself up while Andy lay there, panting for breath. “Come on, baby,” Scooter said, patting his thighs once. Scooter helped Andy shift until he was spread over Scooter’s lap, facing away. His back curved in a lovely arc, knees tucked against Scooter’s hips.

“Lemme know if this is too tight, honey,” Scooter said. He shifted, got a hand between them, and lined himself up. He took it slow, pressed in just a little. Added more lube.

Andy’s breath went shallow and he tucked his head down, hissing a little as Scooter worked in, offering gasped instructions. “Wait wait wait that’s—ohhh, okay, yeah, come on, baby, that’s perfect. Sssstop for a sec, lemme…Nn. Tight, been too long, it’s—Ahhh there we go, okay, deeper now, give me…” It was torture, every time Scooter stopped moving to let Andy adjust, and it was perfection, looking down at him, flushed and sweating and needy. By the time he was fully seated, Scooter was shaking from the effort of restraining himself, and half the words coming from Andy’s mouth were nonsense. “Oh God it’s like…Nnnng, fuck me now, baby, I’m good, I’m ready, I need it—”

So tight.Scooter groaned, shifted his hips. He rocked them together, slow, keeping one hand on Andy’s shoulder to support him, hold him up and pull him back at the same time. The other hand traced down Andy’s side, teased over the perfect globes of his ass, then dipped around Andy’s hip. Scooter ran a finger down the side of Andy’s cock, the barest, feather-light touch. The angle was a little awkward, he couldn’t do a long, deep slide, but the short, rocking thrusts were forcing deep groans and whines out of Andy’s throat. Scooter shifted faster, those tiny strokes were the best kind of agony, a sustained tease.

Andy squirmed and writhed, trying to get Scooter deeper, or more friction on his cock, each breath a soft whine of desperation. “Scooter. Scooter, honey, baby, oh fuck oh God oh…please, please please please…” He reached up, caught Scooter’s wrist and curled his fingers around it, hanging on as if his life depended on it. “Oh God, please.”

Andy’s back was slick with sweat, the light glimmering off the muscles. Scooter couldn’t resist, traced the line of Andy’s spine with his finger, then down to tease the cleft of his buttocks. When Andy whimpered, tried to urge Scooter faster, Scooter smacked his ass, sharp and quick, the sound harder than the actual blow. Which was…oh, God. Scooter could feel the vibration of that deep inside Andy’s body and he almost lost his load right then at how good that felt. “Oh, sweet Christ.” He rubbed his fingers lightly over the red mark, soothing it.