Chapter 74

Half a dozen strokes, and Andy shouted and came, bucking so hard Scooter was afraid he’d hurt himself, but his spill was hot and slippery on Scooter’s hand and Andy clenched down hard enough that Scooter could barely move to keep thrusting. “Fuck,” Andy gasped, hoarse, “oh God, Scooter, come on, come for me, honey, I want, I need to feel you coming inside me.”

It was sublime, beyond pleasure. Scooter felt huge, burning up with it, and Andy was such a tight, slick fit. Need drove him deeper into Andy’s body. He cupped the back of Andy’s head, cradling it, the tickle of Andy’s hair soft against his palm, bracing himself on one elbow. He slammed into Andy, pushing harder. Scooter keened, sparks of black and blue dancing in his vision as he shuddered. Holy hell, it was more than he’d ever imagined. Andy rocked with him, giving everything, and need ran like lava in his veins.

He shook apart with a hot, primal scream, spilled himself into the condom, giving himself to Andy.