Chapter 123
Andy’s hands were fisted in the blankets, twisting, and his body was taut like a bowstring. “Oh…oh God, please, Scooter, Scooter, honey, I need you, need you so bad—” He broke off with a desperate cry. “Scooter.”
“Don’t you dare,” Scooter whispered, then kissed Andy’s thigh. Shit. Where was his…ah, there. He grabbed his bag, dug through it until he reached the bottom, grabbing his toiletries pack, where he’d stashed condoms and lube. When he returned, stretching out to lay against Andy’s side, he was tossing his head from side to side. So gorgeous.
Scooter couldn’t resist, rutted against Andy’s thigh, feeling the rough scrape between them, so, so good. “You want it, baby?” He lubed up his fingers, slid his hand between Andy’s legs and waited, God, he was gonna make Andy beg for it. Andy was so beautiful when he was needy and desperate.
“God, yes. Want you, need you in me,” Andy panted, squirming in search of that touch. “Please, Christ, please.”