Chapter 155
That just—Shit, not fair, he couldn’t even figure out which way he wanted to move, so he wound up practically vibrating, tension ratcheting upward at an exponential rate. “Scooter,” he whined, “please, c’mon…”
“Yeah, you want it, baby? You gonna come for me? You look so pretty when you do, just love to watch it,” Scooter said, his voice low and growling and hoarse from taking Andy’s cock. He stroked Andy, moving his hand faster, leaned in and mouthed at the head, letting his tongue slide along Andy’s slit, a provocative thrill. Scooter brought him up close. Oh, God, and then, with an evil, low laugh, Scooter pulled back and away.
He paused just until Andy started to complain or whine or moan or something, because fuck, that was mean (and perfect). Then Scooter stood in a single surging motion, capturing Andy’s mouth and thrusting his tongue inside, swallowing every sound.