Skyler #2
“Get out,” Kip says firmly when we burst through the door of his room.
Kade smirks, his eyes bouncing between us before he hops off the bed. That smirk grows to a shit-eating grin as he swipes a flask off the dresser and tips it at us with a wink on his way out.
I smile back, a blush shading my cheeks. Kip just rolls his eyes and shuts the door as soon as Kade is gone.
When we’re finally alone, that same electricity that always exists between us buzzes back to life, charging the room with a familiar, magnetic heat. Kip slows his movements, making his way to a phone plugged in by the bed with a long exhale.
“Do you like Ed Sheeran at all?”
I shrug, taking a seat on the edge of his bed and tucking my hands under my thighs. “I don’t know, I’ve never really listened to him, honestly.”
Why am I so nervous?
The answer to that hits me almost as soon as I think to question it. I’m not ashamed to say I’ve had plenty of sex in my short twenty-one years of life, but I’ve never made love.
I’ve never had sex with someone I loved.
Truly loved.
I swallow when a soft melody fills the room, and Kip turns the volume up a few pegs, his eyes hot on mine when he turns around again.
He reaches for me, pulling me to stand easily before slipping his hands to frame my face again.
He searches my eyes, lips finding mine with a tender, delicate pressure that makes my knees shake.
When I open my mouth, his tongue slides inside, stealing both of our next breaths.
When we let them go, it’s on a sigh that mixes between us, my hands finding their way up into his messy, wind-blown hair.
Kip reaches for the hem of my hoodie, fingering it softly at first before breaking our kiss long enough to strip it over my head.
He smiles when he sees I’m in nothing but my bra once it’s gone. “Were you planning on taking this off at all tonight?”
“I was hoping you’d be the one to do it.”
Kip smirks, his eyes hungry as he slowly unbuttons my jeans. He takes my mouth with his before tugging them over my hips, my ass, my thighs. They fall to my ankles and, keeping my eyes on his, I slip my thumbs in the band of my panties, peeling them down my legs next.
His eyes follow the movement, Adam’s apple bobbing hard in his throat as I step out of them, snapping off my bra in a fluid motion next, and then I’m standing in front of him completely bare.
Completely ready for him.
Time slows, dancing with us to the soft croon of Ed Sheeran’s voice as I cross the space between us. I slip my hands under his shirt, moaning in appreciation at the hot, hard muscles underneath. I remember all too well how they feel, how they look… how they taste.
Kip’s eyes roll back when my fingertips trace the line of his boxers, his hands reaching for the back neck of his shirt quickly.
He discards it as I untie his board shorts, my heart beating in my throat with every move.
I’ve touched Kip before, felt him inside me, witnessed his head buried between my legs.
But every touch is amplified this time — slower, more purposeful, with a weight only three little words can add.
He loves me.
He loves me.
I smile, that thought on repeat as Kip pulls his shorts and boxers down swiftly, shoving them to the side once they’re on the floor. And then, it’s just us, body to body, skin on skin.
We stare.
His eyes devour me, racing over every curve before locking back on my eyes. I see the same blue of mine reflected in his, like two oceans meeting, joining as one. There’s no rush, no frantic urgency. Tonight, we take our time, letting the music pace our touches, our breaths, our love.
I reach forward, fingertips brushing his jaw before I drop them to his chest, tracing that valley between the muscles of his abdomen. I let them rest just above the line of his hips, waiting.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Kip whispers, our foreheads brushing.
I just smile, holding onto him as I lower myself back down to the edge of the bed.
Then, slowly, I crawl my way up the bed to the pillows, watching him over my shoulder as I move.
His eyes on me are like the strongest shot of espresso, the caffeine buzzing through me as I spread myself across the bed.
I touch one edge of the bed with my left toes, and then the other with my right, legs wide open as I beckon Kip with one finger.
He shakes his head, like he can’t believe I’m real — that this is real — that we are real.
Time stretches as he kisses his way up my body, starting at my ankle and touching every inch he can with his lips until he reaches my mouth.
He sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, grinding his stiff and ready member against my clit with just enough pressure to make me moan into his kiss.
Kip slows, circling his hips, the friction a perfect tease for both of us. When I reach down, gripping him between us and pressing him to my wet entrance, we both pause, inhaling a breath and locking eyes as just the tip of him slides between my folds.
A beat in time.
A second.
A breath.
And then, slowly, with his eyes still on mine, Kip pushes forward, filling me in one, slick flex.
Just like that, everything fades away.
The music is gone, the lights extinguished like match flames, the ship and the bed and anything that isn’t our bodies, our hearts, our souls — gone.
We’re floating, suspended in a moment, in a body-consuming, earth-shattering, life-altering speck of time where everything changes.
Kip is a part of me now, and I, a part of him, and neither one of us will ever live without that part being with us ever again.
I moan, dragging my nails down his back as he presses all the way in.
Our bodies are sealed together in a seam, sweat slicking our movements as Kip withdraws and flexes, over and over, again and again.
He plants kisses as I breathe and moan, his lips brushing my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breasts.
It’s all I can do to hold onto his biceps, feeling each rock of his hips like an earthquake of pleasure and powerful emotion.
And for the rest of the night, we make love.
Like two virgins, discovering each other in a brand-new light, a brand new way.
It’s my first time making love like this, and I know without a doubt that it’s his.
I see it in the way his eyes search mine, in the gentle touches of his hands, in the soft melody of our breaths mixing together.
I laid my cards on the table, and I lost my heart in the bet.
It belongs to Kip Jackson now.
It belongs to him forever.