Chapter 181
Scooter arched up into it, tossing his head back and forth restlessly. His hands came up to clutch at Andy’s hair, fingers brushing along his scalp, the back of his neck. “Andy…” Scooter whimpered as Andy scraped his teeth over Scooter’s nipple. “Oh, God, like that…”
“You like this, honey?” Andy purred, and did it again, just to feel the way Scooter’s hands tightened in his hair, to hear the stutter in Scooter’s breath. He nuzzled across to the other nipple, torturing it the same way, pinching the first lightly. Teeth and tug and suck and tweak and flick of the tongue and scrape of fingernails, until Scooter was gasping and whining, hands half-consciously fisting and releasing in Andy’s hair, on his shoulder, in the sheets.