Skyler #3
“I don’t want Erin,” he says, his strides more purposeful. He’s so close, and he isn’t stopping this time. “It’s you I want.”
My back hits the wall, his chest meeting mine, hips pinning me where he wants me. Every breath that leaves my lungs threatens to never return.
“And less than three weeks ago, you stood in that shower and told me you wanted me, too. So stop being scared, stop caring what other people think, and for once in your life, take what you want.”
My eyes flick to his lips, their demand still hot on my ears as I press forward, closing the distance between us and slamming my mouth on his. We both inhale a breath, long and sharp, our hands reaching, pushing, pulling, all the want and need pouring out of us in one passionate flood.
And I don’t just fall into him — I leap.
I jump, head first, more sure than I’ve ever been that this is right, no matter how wrong it feels. I can’t think of Erin, or of what I’ll do tomorrow when I wake up and realize all that I’ve said that I can’t think back.
All I can think, all I can see, all I can feel is him.
That electricity that sparked between us when we shared our first kiss roars back to life, its energy so powerfully overwhelming my knees buckle from the shock of it.
Kip is there in an instant, leaning into me, his hands rounding over my hips until they cup my ass and lift.
The force of him pinning me to the wall steals my breath, but I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, needing more.
My fingers claw at his shirt, the breaths heavy in my chest as the hunger builds to an impossible level. He pulls it over his head effortlessly and lets it fall to the ground before his eyes meet mine.
And we both stop.
I see the questions, the uncertainty, the wonder if he’s going to wake up to an empty bed again. And right now, I can’t promise him anything, so I don’t speak. And he doesn’t push.
We both know what this is and what it isn’t, and that’s enough.
I grab the bottom of my hoodie and pull it over my head, taking my small tank top with it.
Kip’s eyes fall to my chest and I feel his hard bulge between my hips.
Moaning at his reaction to me, I grab his neck and pull his mouth to mine again.
The first time Kip touched me, I was caught off guard.
I was timid and afraid and overwhelmed with guilt.
Now, I still know it’s wrong, but I don’t care.
I don’t feel ashamed. I don’t feel guilty.
I just feel… alive.
Kip thrusts his hips into me, kissing his way down my neck. When he bites down, I hiss with the mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck, Skyler,” Kip growls, his scruff against my skin making me shiver. “If you keep making noises like that, this is going to be over before it even starts.”
Our breaths are hard, our skin slick with sweat. Warning bells sound in my head — or are those church bells? I can’t decipher if they’re joyous or haunted with warnings of danger.
“Hang on, let me grab something,” Kip says, starting to drop me to the floor.
I shake my head, wrapping my arms around his neck tighter. “I’m on the pill.”
“Thank fuck,” he groans, pulling me in his arms and moving us quickly to the couch. He throws me down, towering over me, lust rolling off him like steam.
I lean up and make quick work of the button on his jeans before tugging them down and over his hips.
They fall to the floor, exposing Kip’s more than ample bulge straining against his cotton boxers, and I groan with appreciation.
Slowly, I run my hands up his thighs and palm him through the fabric, his head falling back as a deep groan escapes his throat.
Last time, it was him who pleasured me, who brought me to ecstasy with his hands alone.
Time to repay the favor.
Moving my fingertips to the band just below his waistline, I tug them down and his erection springs free, sending a warm pulse of need between my thighs. My eyes find his again as I move my lips to his head, slowly swirling my tongue around the tip before running it along his length.
“Fuck,” he whispers, dragging out the word. I take it as my cue and suck harder.
Blow jobs have always been my gift, and it might as well be Kip’s birthday tonight.
He curses again as I pull him all the way into my mouth, feeling myself grow wetter at the taste of him. I want to devour him completely, to banish every other woman from his memory with my mouth.
Grabbing his ass in both hands, I pull him into me forcefully, his dick hitting the back of my throat.
He curses louder this time and pulls out quickly before lifting me to my feet, his eyes wide and wild like he was close to coming, like if he hadn’t yanked me to my feet, this would have all been over already.
I smile up at him wickedly, licking my lips and wiping the corners with my fingers.
He runs the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip, shaking his head. “You know exactly what you can do with this mouth of yours, don’t you?”
Slowly, he runs his hand down the front of my body before tucking his fingertips in the band of my jeans.
“Take these off.”
I do as he says, kicking them to join the rest of our clothes piling up around us.
Before I have the chance to look at him again, his mouth finds mine and his hand slips beneath the lacy fabric of my panties.
He dips two fingers inside me quickly and I moan against his lips, my legs weakening at the touch.
“I’ve got some talents of my own, you know.” He grins, working his fingers as his palm rubs against my clit. My breath is already labored, my body dangerously close to the edge of release.
Kip uses his free hand to unclasp my bra and sends it flying across the room, an expert move I didn’t expect, and it only fuels my desire more. When one hot hand palms my breast as he continues his assault between my thighs, I moan.
“Goddamn, you are so fucking wet, Sky.”
Desperate, my hands find his cock again and I move in time with his fingers inside me. Our breaths mingle together, both of us wide-eyed as the heat builds. So long I’ve wondered what this would feel like, what it would do to me if I just threw caution to the wind and gave in to my need for him.
Now that I know, I know there’s no going back.
Kip removes his fingers without warning, spinning me around and using his palm to push my upper back down and bend me over the couch. His hands run down my hips and over my ass, hooking my panties with his fingers and pulling them down to just above my knees before letting them fall.
I look back at him, completely exposed in this position as he kisses the backs of my thighs, his eyes locked on mine with reverence.
When he stands, he grips himself in one hand, using the other to slide a finger inside me again.
I bite my lip and let my head fall back and he quickly withdraws and grabs my hair instead, tugging it with force.
When he positions himself at my entrance, my breath catches, every inch trembling with the need to feel all of him.
I’m so far past what’s right and wrong I can’t even see the line anymore.
I just breathe him in, the need to be under him, to be claimed.
Arching my back, I push my ass against him, the tip of his dick just barely slipping inside me.
Kip groans at the feel of it, and I hiss as he tugs my hair again, gripping it in his fist.
“I’m going to take you, Skyler,” he husks. “But I need you to know that once I do, I’m going to own you. You’re going to be mine. This game between us? The rules are going to change.”
“Take me,” I whisper, the words leaving my lips before I have the chance to decide if I mean them or not.
“Is that what you want?” He tugs my hair a little more, his lips by my ear now. I feel his breath hot on my skin and chills race down my body.
“Take me, Kip. Now.”
He growls, biting down on my neck before pushing inside me — not slowly, but all at once, like a man on a mission to take back what’s his.
I cry out as he fills me, again and again, my fists gripping the sofa as the pleasure pulses through me.
Kip releases my hair, his hands trailing down my back before gripping my hips.
He slams into me harder, pushing deeper as my orgasm builds.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Skyler,” he breathes, his breath strained. “So fucking sexy.”
I don’t even attempt to hide my moans now and they ring out in his apartment, the sounds echoing off the walls as we move.
He leans down and palms my breasts in his hands, pulling me up and against him.
Moving slower now, he kisses my neck as his hand falls to my clit.
He applies just a little pressure but it shoots straight through me, my entire body igniting at the touch.
I moan louder, my breaths uneven until he finally pushes me over the edge I’ve been dancing on with him since the first moment we met.
His mouth finds mine and I moan into his lips as I come, my legs shaking against him, all of my weight supported in his arms. Waves of heat roll through me and every sense is dulled, my orgasm owning me completely.
Just like him.
“That was so fucking hot,” Kip says, kissing down my neck before flipping me over.
He grabs my hips and lifts them to meet his before pushing into me again, before my orgasm has even fully resided.
The intensity throttles me, every nerve jumping to life at the sensation of him stretching me open again.
He’s even deeper now, my hips elevated as he pounds into me.
His eyes cascade over every inch of my body as if he can’t get enough of me, as if he’s never seen anything he’s wanted more. He’s the musician, and I his muse — the one he’s been chasing his entire life.
He palms my breasts, pushing into me once more before he finds his release with a groan and my name on his lips. His eyes roll back and I drag my nails down the muscles flexed in his arms as he comes inside me, our bodies trembling together.
And for one, blissful moment, we’re sated and complete.