Chapter Seven #3
When Kip had relaxed enough, Scott grabbed the lube and worked a slick, strong finger inside. His hands were huge, and his fingers were so long and thick. Kip wanted as many as Scott would give him.
Scott put a hand firmly on the middle of Kip’s back—maybe it was more for his own balance, but Kip loved it. Scott must have noticed because he pressed down a little harder and gave him a second finger. Kip gasped at the increased pressure in both places.
“You like it, huh?” Scott rumbled.
“Yeah,” Kip said hoarsely. “I love how big you are. Strong, fuck. Want you in me so fucking bad. Want you everywhere.”
Scott responded by making a very manly, possessive growl and adding a third finger. Kip flinched and gasped.
“You okay?” Scott asked, stilling his fingers. “Too much?”
“No…no, it’s fine. It’s good. It’s so good…” Kip was going to keep babbling. His mouth always ran away from him when he was this far gone. “I’m ready,” he said. “I’m so ready for you, Scott. Please. I like it hard. Wanna feel it for days…”
Scott pulled his fingers out, and then Kip heard the frantic crinkle of a condom wrapper being torn. He turned to look over his shoulder as best he could, and saw Scott moving his hand over his sheathed cock, slicking it with lube.
Kip waited eagerly for the first press of Scott’s cock entering him.
It had been too long since he’d been fucked, and it had been a solid week of fantasizing about exactly this moment.
After a long minute of nothing happening, Kip glanced back over his shoulder.
Scott was holding his hips, and was lined up, but he wasn’t moving.
“You all right?” Kip asked.
“Yeah,” Scott said. He was blushing. “Sorry. I just… I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Kip wriggled his ass playfully. “But if you don’t start fucking me, I might die, so…”
Scott huffed out a laugh, but he still didn’t move. “I’ve only done this once before,” he confessed.
Oh my god.
Kip kept forgetting about Scott’s lack of experience. It just seemed so…implausible.
“You won’t hurt me,” Kip promised. “I’ll tell you if you do. But… I like it hard. I can take it.”
Scott bit his lip and his brow furrowed, and Kip needed him to stop thinking.
“Trust me,” Kip said. Scott locked eyes with him and nodded.
Finally, Kip felt the head of Scott’s cock nudge his entrance, and it was all he could do to keep from slamming himself back onto it. He waited as patiently as possible as Scott slowly pushed in.
“God, yes,” Kip breathed. “I’ve wanted this so bad.”
Scott was big, and Kip stretched and burned around him in the best way. When he was all the way in, he returned his hand to the middle of Kip’s back, putting weight on it. Kip moaned.
Scott was careful for the first few thrusts. Desperate for more, Kip offered some encouragement. “So good. So fucking good, Scott. Don’t be gentle with me. You’re perfect. Come on.”
That worked. Scott began thrusting in earnest, one hand planted on the bed to anchor him, the other splayed firmly on Kip’s shoulder blade. Kip was in heaven.
“So strong,” he breathed. “Don’t stop. I love it.”
“You feel incredible. Fuck.”
Kip felt Scott everywhere—his solid thighs pressing against Kip’s legs, and his hand still firm on his back as Scott pounded him into the mattress.
Kip loved how sweet and shy Scott could be, but right now he was fucking Kip like the star athlete he was.
With each thrust, Kip’s whole body got jolted, and his cock rubbed against the mattress in a way that normally wouldn’t be enough, but this time…
It’s going to work. God, I might even come first.
“Don’t come,” Scott said, as if reading his mind. “I want to see it. Don’t come.”
Kip moaned, loving Scott’s authoritative tone, and did his best to obey. He lifted his hips up off the bed to reduce the friction, but damn if he didn’t even need the friction, the way Scott was driving into him. It all felt too incredible.
“Don’t know…” Kip choked out, “don’t know if I can obey that order, Hunter.”
Scott snarled and, without warning, pulled out and flipped Kip over. He hauled Kip’s ankles up onto his shoulders and pushed back in, harder and faster than before.
“Holy fuck!” Kip cried out. “Holy fuck!”
“Now you can come.”
Kip did. Not even a mattress was touching his dick now. He was just coming untouched because Scott told him to and because everything about this was so perfect and so hot. He watched, amazed, as his release splashed onto his stomach and chest.
“Oh my god. Fuck, Kip.” Scott thrust into him a couple more times, then crumpled forward as he came inside him.
When the last tremors subsided, Scott gently pulled out and fell on the bed beside Kip. He was flushed and smiling. “That was…” he started, then just shook his head and smiled wider.
“Yeah,” Kip panted. “Unreal.”
It was the only word he could think of. He thought he’d known how good sex could be, but he was thrilled to learn how mistaken he’d been.
“I’ll be right back,” Scott said, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. “Don’t move.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Scott rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom, leaving Kip to grin at the ceiling and to try to commit every detail of what just happened to memory.
He loved how quickly Scott had lost his inhibitions; he hadn’t held anything back as he’d used his impressive strength and stamina to fuck Kip senseless.
This man is my boyfriend now.
Scott returned with a damp cloth and gently cleaned Kip’s stomach. The warm fabric sliding across Kip’s skin felt wonderful. He sighed happily, and reached for Scott. “Come here.”
Scott smiled and kissed him. “That was incredible,” he said. “You’re incredible.”
“I’m pretty sure you were doing most of the work that time.”
“It’s not work,” Scott said, kissing Kip on the nose, and the cheek, and the corner of his mouth. “Not work at all.”
Kip shoved him onto his back and climbed on top of him, kissing him with all the tenderness he felt at that moment.
They broke apart, and Scott looked up at him. He ran his fingers through Kip’s hair and studied his face, clearly wanting to say something.
“What?” Kip asked.
“Can I buy you a tux?”
“Can you—”
“You don’t have one already, right? Were you going to rent one? For the Equinox Gala?”
“Yeah. I mean, no, I don’t own one. But you don’t—”
“I’m going to call the Hugo Boss store tomorrow,” Scott said. “I do ads for them.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I’ll call them. Tell them to expect you. Tell them you’re a friend. They’ll charge my account.” Scott said the words like he was telling himself more than Kip.
“Seems a bit…generous. Isn’t it?”
Scott stroked the backs of his fingers over Kip’s face. “It’s completely selfish, actually. I want to see you in a tux that was tailored to your gorgeous body. I might not be able to dance with you that night, but you’ll know I’ll be wishing I was.”
Kip felt winded. Scott kissed him again and murmured, “I want you wearing the suit I bought you. And later, when we’re alone, I want to take it off you.”
Kip sucked in a breath.
“No,” he said, with a tremendous amount of effort.
Scott pulled back. “No?”
“It’s too much. And besides…won’t it look weird? If you ask the store to charge your account or whatever for some random guy’s tuxedo?”
“I—”
“I mean, it’s not very discreet, right?”
Scott seemed to consider this. “They’d know, you think?”
Kip stretched luxuriously and grinned. “Oh yes. I’m much too pretty.”
Scott snorted. “You are.” He kissed him again. “What if you wore one of mine?”
“Why? How many do you have?”
“More than enough. You could take one and get it tailored.”
Kip frowned. “But then you couldn’t wear it again.”
“I don’t need it. I have too many.”
Too many tuxedos was not a problem Kip had ever known someone to have. Not in his social circle, anyway.
“Fine,” he said, with exaggerated exhaustion. “I will relieve you of one of your tuxedos. But only because I like to be helpful.”
“Classic black?” Scott asked, stroking his thumb along Kip’s jawline. “Or maybe midnight blue?”
“Your choice, Hunter.”
Scott looked away and actually blushed a little. “It’s kind of hot when you call me that,” he said, “but it’s really going to fuck me up when I’m hearing it on the ice.”
Kip laughed. “Maybe I want you thinking of me during games.”
Scott groaned. “You ever gotten hard while wearing a jock? Not pleasant.”
“Sounds like you have.”
Scott pressed his lips together.
“All right,” Kip sighed, “Scott it is.”
Scott leaned in. “I have a feeling I’m going to be thinking about you a lot anyway.”
He looked so happy, gazing at Kip and stroking his hair. And Kip knew he looked the same way. It had only been a few days. This thing was so intense and way beyond Kip’s wildest dreams.
“Will you be thinking of me?” Scott asked shyly.
Kip smiled. “Not sure I’ll be able to think of anything else, Hunter.”