Chapter 182

“Oh, God,” Scooter muttered again, moaning, and then the sound was cut off abruptly as he grabbed a pillow and covered his face with it, crossing both arms over it. After a moment he tucked it under his neck and let his head fall back. “God, that’s good, baby. You’re so good t’me.”

Andy sucked and licked and teased until Scooter’s breath began to hitch and his voice took on that desperate gasp, and then he pulled away, kissing down the inside of Scooter’s thigh to his knee and trying not to grin at the frustrated groan. “You taste so good,” Andy told him, “I could do that for hours.” Another kiss on his knee, hand stroking soothingly along the outside of his leg.