“Fuck,” he whispers, dragging out the word. I take it as my cue and suck harder. 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. If there’s one thing I do better than poker, it’s blow jobs – and judging by the sounds coming from Kip right now, I’ve still got it.
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. 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. His palm rubs against my clit and I feel my breath shortening, 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, palming my breast as he continues his assault. “Goddamn, you are so fucking wet, Sky.”
Desperate, my hands find his cock again and I move in time with his. Our breaths mingle together, both of us wide-eyed as the heat builds. Suddenly, Kip removes his fingers and spins me around, 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.
Gripping himself in one hand, he uses 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. I feel him position himself at my entrance and my breath catches, my body anxious to feel him inside me. I arch my back and push my ass against him, the tip of his dick just barely slipping inside me and I hiss as he tugs my hair again, gripping it in his fist.
“I’m going to take you, Skyler. 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 against my skin and bites down on my neck before pushing inside me. 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,” Kip 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. His mouth finds mine and I moan into his lips as I come, my legs shaking against him. Waves of heat roll through me and every sense is dulled, my orgasm owning me completely.
“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. 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. I’ve never felt so needed than from the way he’s looking at me now. He palms my breasts, pushing into me once more before he releases. 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.
I reach up and pull him down on top of me, kissing him hard as we come down from the high. Our breaths begin to even out and the weight of the night folds in on us. Kip wraps me tighter in his arms, pulling me into his chest as if he feels it, too. As if he’s trying to protect us from the inevitable reality we have to return to.
My fingertips slowly run the length of his abs and chest, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. He runs his fingers through my hair and we both think, nervous to say anything out loud.
“Kip,” I start, but he pulls me in tighter, shaking his head.
“Not tonight, Skyler. Just… let’s not ruin tonight.”
I nod, nuzzling into him more. We know that when the sun rises, it’ll shed light on everything the darkness consumed tonight. Silently, we consider what that means.
We both know what this is and what it isn’t.
But the question remains – can we live with that, or is it time to change the rules?
“Wake up,” a voice says. I stir a bit, the soft sound of rain pattering against the window as I stretch. Soft lips touch my shoulder and my eyes flutter open. I smile as Kip kisses up my neck to just behind my ear, my entire body coming alive at the touch.
“Mornin’,” he says, pulling back and resting on an elbow. The shadows from the rain on the window dance over his skin and I stare in awe, mesmerized by his effortless beauty.
Suddenly, it hits me.
Everything that corresponded between us last night flashes through my head and I feel my eyes grow wide. Kip’s eyebrows draw together and he sits up as I pull the sheets higher, covering myself, my eyes darting around the room for my clothes.
“Don’t do that,” he says softly, shaking his head. “Don’t look at me like you just made a mistake.” I try to make my face change, to relax my breathing, to find the calm that I had last night but I can’t. Kip’s expression looks pained as he rolls to the other side of the bed, his feet hitting the floor. He runs his hands through his hair. “Fuck, Skyler.”
“No, wait, just.” I lean up, relieved when I realize I’m wearing his shirt and I’m not naked like I thought. Slowly, I crawl over to Kip, tucking my hands under his arms to place them on his chest as I plant small kisses on his back. He stiffens at first, but each kiss unties the knots of tension just a little more. “I’m sorry. I don’t regret last night. I don’t.”
It’s true, I don’t regret it, but I still know that I should. Erin is one hundred percent into Kip and falling faster than the first time and I had sex with him. Worse than that, it wasn’t a one time thing. I knew it last night, Kip knew it, too – and we both know it right now. Something changed last night. The presidency aside, my relationship with all my sisters is at risk now. I broke girl code.
And I just wish I was sorry about it.
I pull away, sighing as I move to sit next to him. “I don’t know what to do,” I admit, glancing over at him.
He turns to me, worry still laden on his face as if he’s battling with his own guilt. Maybe he does care about Erin? Or maybe there’s something else behind those furrowed brows.