He grins. “That’s not exactly what I meant.”
“When does Rick get home?”
I’m already unfastening his belt, my fingers curling under the hem of his sweater so I can peel it up over his head.
“He’s staying with his girlfriend tonight,” Kip answers, letting me tug his sweater off before his lips find mine again.
“So it’s just us?”
“In this room, yes,” Kip says, slowly unwrapping the scarf around my neck. He pauses when it’s unwrapped but still over my shoulders, tugging on it until my neck bends and my lips tip up toward his. “But as you saw, there are brothers all over this house.”
“I’ll be quiet,” I promise.
But Kip smirks, shaking his head before he whispers in my ear, “Liar.”
I just grin, done talking and joking now that I’ve got my nails raking down the ridges and valleys of his insane abdomen. I remember watching Kip workout when he was at PSU, and he’s somehow bulked up even more here in California, which makes me jealous of all the girls who have been in the gym with him.
That jealousy stings in my chest, fueling me to kiss him harder, drag my nails deeper as they trail over his shoulders and down his back. He hisses in through his teeth, grabbing me by the waist and backing me into the corner of his desk.
A grunt leaves my chest when we hit it, but the next breath is stolen by Kip’s lips, and we’re a flurry of hands and mouths, undressing and kissing and sucking and biting. Any time I moan or whimper, Kip’s hand covers my mouth, and he clamps that hand hard over my panting.
Even still, nothing could muzzle the pleasure coursing through me at feeling him touch me for the first time in months.
When all that’s left is his boxer briefs and my panties, Kip flips me around, walking me over to his full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. I brace my hands on either side of it just in time to stop my face from hitting it, and Kip grins from behind me, our eyes connected in the mirror.
It’s a sight that sends waves of chills over every inch of me, seeing Kip towering behind me, his bare, bulging muscles encompassing me. One arm wraps around my waist and up to palm my breast, and he groans in approval with the full weight of it in his grasp, squeezing and kneading as his lips find my neck and suck hard. His other hand is behind me, and I feel it slowly trail down and over my ass, his fingers slipping between my legs and roughly sliding my lace panties aside.
“Goddamn, you’re wet, Sky,” he pants, his fingers easily sliding between my lips. He skates them deeper, centimeters at a time, but never enters me — not even a fingertip.
I writhe against the touch, pushing my ass back and up so I can get those fingers inside me. But every time I try, Kip pulls them back just enough to keep me empty and begging.
His hand retracts altogether on a shudder and a sigh from me, but before I can beg for more, I feel Kip shed his briefs and press his length against my ass. His long, thick, pulsing cock lines up in my crease, spreading me open as the hand that was on my breast slides up to grab my neck.
“Open your eyes,” he commands, and when I do, the smile on his face is wicked and sexy as hell. “I want to see you when I fill you for the first time in months.”
And that’s all the warning I get before he slides in, hard and punishing and all at once, filling me to the brim as I shake in his grasp.
The moan that escapes me is impossible to quiet, and Kip squeezes my throat a little tighter in warning, withdrawing his hips just to slam back into me again.
“Shhh, baby,” he says in my ear, sucking the lobe between his teeth.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out again, focusing on keeping myself braced over the mirror, my eyes fluttering open and closed again and again, little glimpses of Kip’s hand around my throat, his other hand holding my hips as he plows into me from behind.
The way his cock curves, the way he squats just enough to fill me up completely on each thrust, has me seeing stars within seconds. Every new thrust hits that magical spot deep inside me, and the slight pressure of his hand around my neck sends all the blood rushing between my legs.
Fuck, I’ve missed this.
But I want more before I come.
Peeling his fingers from around my neck, I twist away from him and press my hands into his chest, shoving him backward.
He’s panting, chest heaving, cock hard and erect and glistening with my pleasure as I guide him back to the bed. I shove him again until he’s on his back, and then I climb up, taking time to slide my pussy over his cock before I continue my trek up, up.