Hazed (Palm South University)
I frown, shoulders slumping as I lean back, but Kip holds me in his lap. “Do you honestly not see the way she looks at you?”
Kip chuckles, threading his hands at the small of my back. “No. I don’t see how any girl looks at me, because the one I have is too fucking gorgeous to see anyone else.”
I smile, but my lip is still in a protruding pout.
Kip thumbs it with a grin. “I’m all yours, baby. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Just promise me you’ll be aware when she’s around, okay? Don’t put yourself into any stupid situations.”
“I promise,” he says, and then he’s pulling me in again, his next kiss greedy and deep. “It’s kind of hot when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” I say, dragging my hand down his abdomen.
He sucks in a breath when my fingertips skate over his hard-on through his swim trunks. “Good. Because no one holds a candle to you.”
With that, he’s crushing me to him, his arms wrapped all the way around me as he devours me kiss for kiss. I nearly pass out from lack of oxygen before he releases my mouth and travels down my neck, over my collarbone, down to the swells of my breasts. He pulls his hands from around me just long enough to slip each triangle-shaped piece of fabric from my swimsuit to the side, leaving my tits exposed, nipples pebbling to a hard peak from the cold and his touch combined.
Kip groans and bites his lip, rolling his thumbs over each nipple as he takes in the view. Then, his blue eyes flick to mine before he’s licking and biting and sucking each one, making me writhe in his lap.
“Seriously, they’re going to be home any moment. Maybe we should take this inside.”
“Or maybe we should just make this quick,” Kip counters, and then his hands disappear under the water.
He’s still kissing me as he moves, and he lifts me off his lap for just a moment before he lowers me back down. This time, though, his shorts are gone, somewhere in the water or around his ankles, I can’t be sure.
Kip’s hand slips between us, and I brace myself for him to press his fingers inside me next. But he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls my swimsuit to the side, lines himself up with my entrance, and pulls me down onto him as he thrusts his hips up.
He fills me in one slick, all-consuming flex.
“Fuck,” we both groan together, our foreheads meeting as we take a moment to revel in how it feels to be connected. Slowly, Kip grabs my hips and starts to move me — up and down, up and down — as his mouth travels the length of my neck, showering me in devastating kisses.
It’s always like this when Kip touches me. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together, how many times I’ve felt him inside me — it never gets old. It never feels boring. It’s always this passionate fire with blue flames that lick at every inch of my skin every second that we’re fucking.
I grip his shoulders, using my knees against the hot tub seat to bounce myself faster, to feel him deeper. Still, there’s something off, something missing from our connection under the water.
“I need more,” I pant, biting his bottom lip.
He thrusts deep, and I cry out with pleasure but hop off him in the next moment.
“I can’t feel all of you with the water,” I pant, and then I stand, slide my bikini bottoms down to my shins, and brace my hands on the edge of the hot tub. “I want it like this.”
“Jesus Christ, Sky,” Kip says, his eyes trailing a blaze over me. “You look so fucking hot bent over like that, with your pussy all wet and swollen and begging for me.” He stands, stroking himself as he makes his way over. “The mountains behind you, the sunset over your hair and your eyes.”
“Alright, alright, enough with the poetry,” I tease, arching my back more. “Fuck me hard and tell me when you’re close. I want you to finish in my mouth.”
The groan that rips from Kip’s throat next is guttural and raw, and then he’s behind me, using one hand to press my back down even more and the other to pull my hips toward him. He lines us up, flexes into me, and there’s barely time for me to adjust to the way it feels to have all of him — no water — before he’s slamming it home.
Our wet skin slaps together with each thrust, my tits bouncing where they’ve been freed from my swimsuit, and if there’s anyone hiking the trails below our cabin, they’re getting one hell of a view right now.
I can feel every inch of him this way, though, and every time he pumps, I nearly pass out from my orgasm building quickly. It comes on so fast I almost fall over the hot tub before I grip harder and hold my balance. Kip reaches around me to rub my clit in just the right way when he realizes I’m coming undone, and with him circling and pumping, I fly apart into a million little stars.