Chapter Fourteen #2
Kip shuddered and Scott slowly pulled the zipper on his pants down over his straining erection.
As soon as he had the pants open, Scott moved his hands to Kip’s hips.
Kip groaned in frustration, but Scott ignored him, instead dipping his fingers into the loose waistband and sliding the pants to the floor.
Kip stepped out of them and turned, his cock fully hard and trapped by the fabric of his black briefs, the tip of it almost peeking out from the waistband.
Scott bit his lip, feeling overwhelmed once again. There were words he wanted to say, but not yet. Not when they were both wild with lust.
Instead, he removed his jacket and took off his shoes. He untied his bow tie and removed his cuff links. He removed everything, letting Kip watch. He didn’t make a show of it, just slowly and carefully took off each item. When he was down to his own briefs, he stepped forward and kissed him.
As soon as their mouths came together, Scott lost the ability to play it cool.
He wrapped himself around Kip, wanting him everywhere, and Kip responded by shoving his hands down the back of Scott’s briefs, gripping his ass.
Their kissing quickly turned wild and hungry, and Scott couldn’t fucking wait anymore.
It had been a whole night of teasing, and he needed it to end. He needed to be inside him.
In a move that surprised both of them, Scott hoisted Kip off the ground, holding him firmly as Kip wrapped strong legs around him. Scott carried him to the bedroom this way, as if Kip were half the size he actually was.
When they got to the bedroom, Scott dumped Kip on the bed and was on him immediately. He pulled Kip’s arms over his head and pinned his wrists with one hand, then went right back to kissing him senseless.
“Oh, fuck, Scott,” Kip gasped. “Yes.”
Scott just wanted so much. He wished they had endless time. That they never needed sleep. God, tomorrow he was leaving for a fucking week. He needed to drink his fill now.
“Please fuck me,” Kip said in small voice. “Please. I know we talked about you riding me, and I want that, but god, I need you to fuck me. The way you’ve been looking at me all night, undressing me… Fuck, please.”
“I’m going to,” Scott promised. “I want that. Believe me.”
He quickly removed his own briefs. He was about to get the lube and condoms from the nightstand, when Kip grabbed his wrist.
“Let me suck you. Please. C’mere.”
Scott groaned and moved up so he was practically straddling Kip’s face, and his beautiful, greedy boyfriend wasted no time taking his cock in his mouth. Kip moaned happily around his dick, and his eyes fluttered closed.
“Jesus, Kip.”
Kip teased Scott’s cock with his tongue, letting it glide slow and lazy around the head, and dipping as far down the shaft as he could from that angle. It felt incredible. Scott heard the click of a bottle cap and realized that Kip was using slick fingers to open himself up beneath him.
Kip’s face was so blissful. He was happily licking and sucking Scott while he fucked himself on his own fingers.
“God, you love it, don’t you?” Scott rasped.
Kip answered him with a smoldering gaze, and pressed his tongue to Scott’s slit.
Scott was feeling dangerously good, heat and tension already building below. He needed to move this along.
He pulled out of Kip’s mouth and shifted so he could see his fingers working. Fuck, he could watch Kip touching himself forever. He looked so goddamn gorgeous doing it. Scott considered Kip’s cock, which hadn’t been touched yet. It bobbed excitedly, as if waiting for attention.
“God, look at you,” Scott said.
“Want you… Want your cock…”
“How many fingers?” He had no idea where this boldness was coming from.
“T-two.”
“One more,” Scott instructed.
Kip whimpered a bit and added a third finger. He writhed as he worked himself open.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes. Fuck. Yes. Come on.”
Scott rolled on a condom and considered his next move as he slicked his cock up. He had thought about getting Kip on all fours so he could just pound him from behind, but truthfully he wanted to see his face. He wanted to see him come.
Kip removed his fingers and Scott wasted no time. He hauled Kip’s hips up and slammed into him, burying himself deep in one thrust. Kip screamed and Scott cried out, but when he was sure Kip wasn’t hurt, he fucked him hard and fast.
Precome was forming already at the slit of Kip’s cock. Scott still hadn’t touched him there. Barely had all night.
“Oh, Scott. That’s perfect. Shit.”
“Are you—Fuck, look at you. I haven’t even touched you.”
“I know. I know. Keep going.”
Kip’s eyes kept rolling back; he looked completely gone, and, in that moment, Scott was determined to make him come first. He wanted to see if he could do it, without touching his cock. Without letting Kip have any friction there.
“Can you do it?” Scott said. “Are you gonna come for me?”
“Fuck. I think so. Yeah.”
“God, really? Shit, come on. Please.”
“I’m close. Just…don’t stop.”
Scott pumped his hips harder, treating it like a challenge. “As soon as you come, I’m gonna come,” he said, partly as encouragement, and partly just stating fact.
“Ah.” Kip clenched the bed sheets in his fists. His eyes screwed tight, his teeth clenched.
“You gonna? Oh, fuck, Kip, look at you. You are, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” he gritted out. “Fuck…fuck…”
Kip cried out, his eyes opening wide as he came all over himself. He spurted endlessly as they both watched, amazed. Then Scott, as promised, growled and came inside Kip, relief hitting him everywhere at once.
Scott kissed him and kissed him, then rolled them over so Kip could lie on top of him, and then kissed him some more.
Kip raised himself up to straddle Scott’s stomach. “That was incredible.”
“It really was,” Scott said. “I—”
“It’s one-thirty,” Kip said, smiling and stroking Scott’s hair. “We can probably get another round in tonight, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” Scott smiled. He looked up at Kip, and he knew. He knew for sure.
Scott Hunter was in love.