#SSceneC2017 : Final 16 Kate Meader vs Elizabeth Varlet @KittyMeader @ElizabethVarlet

Desire clouded her eyes as he nudged the broad head of his cock at her entrance. He rubbed a little, enjoying the sleek glide of the sensitive tip as it met all that feminine softness. He dropped a kiss on her parted lips, and running his tongue along the inside, drew a rusty moan. Then the irresistible pull of that spot where they were almost joined won out as they both stared at her fingertips working herself in hot, sultry strokes around his cock.

“Take it, Harper. Take it all.”

He could have done it. Notched, nudged, and plunged deep, but he wanted her to invite him inside her body, for this final decision to belong to her. Control was important to this woman, and he was happy to let her have it in this way that would bring them both higher.
One hand spread herself wide, and with the other, she gripped his cock and positioned it right where they both needed it. That wet heat sucked him in an inch, and then she was arching up and he was pushing in, and it was the hottest, sweetest fuck of his life before it had even started.

Two inches in and he thought his cock would explode. Three inches in and he thought he was going to die. Then this shit happened:

“Stop,” she whispered.

He stopped. His heart stopped. The whole damn world stopped.

She squeezed and gave an evil, your-cock-is-mine giggle.

He should never have answered the door.

“Remy, how long do you think—?”

“Harper!”

Chuckling, she cupped his jaw, drawing a fingertip in a sensuous line along his cheek, before kissing him softly. “Thank you.” And then she grasped his ass, locked her legs around his hips, and pulled him until he was buried to the hot hilt.

A loud groan echoed in the room, a heavenly chorus as the two of them became one at last.

“Jesus, that’s—” He had no words to describe exactly what that was. Sweat sheened on her forehead and her eyes fluttered to half-mast, drugged on the sensation they were creating. He needed to move, but he needed to ensure her pleasure first.

He dragged out a few inches then pumped again. Slow, rhythmically, each thrust making his mark and focused on one goal.

Making this woman his.

Somehow he was still able to form sentences. “You with me, Harper?”

“If I was any more with you, I’d be you. More, please. More.”

He raised his body and angled his thrusts so each return of his cock gave her the friction she needed.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”

But that wasn’t enough. He’d promised her a slow, sexy screw, and though it killed him a little, he whispered against her mouth,

“Stop,” before he slipped out and rolled onto his back.

“Remy! What the hell?”

His cock throbbed and his balls felt as large as his ego, yet he had an unaccountable urge to laugh his head off. “I’m not as young as I once was, baby.”

She growled, setting off a vibration all over his body. “Do you need to take a break? Or maybe you’re expecting me to do all the work?”

“I’m expectin’ you to get that sweet ass over here and take what belongs to you.” He was feeling more energetic than he had in years, but he liked the idea of a little tit for tat—not to mention switching up the power dynamic.

“You’ve got some nerve, DuPre,” but she was laughing as she straddled him and held herself suspended over his body for a second.

Then she sank down with a lusty moan.

Fucking A. “Now ride me, minou.”

Oh, she liked that. Mesmerized, he watched as the last flickers of hesitancy fled those glittering green eyes. She started to move, slipping up and down his cock, loving it with every inch of her soft, sexy body. Harper on top was wild, uninhibited, a queen demanding her due. Making it good for her made it perfect for him.

With each rock into her body, his heart beat faster and his brain cells disintegrated in clumps until he was a mindless mass of muscle and sinew and skin. The sexy, sweet talk devolved to urgent demands as their bodies figured out the only way this conversation could end.

“Là . . . juste là . . .”

“Good, so good . . .”

“Plus vite, ma belle . . .”

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh—”

At last she screamed, not for God, but for Remy as her orgasm gripped her along with his hardworking cock, which in all actuality should’ve been destroyed by now.

Good thing he came from hearty sixth-generation Acadian stock, because his people knew pleasure in all its forms. How to create it, appreciate it, take it as their right. And that he did, letting it pull him hard and deep, using Harper’s aftershocks to fuel a release so explosive he might have worried whether he’d recover in time to play tomorrow.

Except his boss would probably have something to say about that.

Wrung dry, his brain a lust-mush, he stayed lodged deep and pulled her down over his chest. He needed to feel the heat and heart of her close to his skin.

“Think you might’ve broken my dick.”

He was here.

Tam clutched at Driver’s shoulders because there was still a part of him that didn’t believe it.

“Tam,” Driver whispered between kisses.

“I know.” He knew, but he didn’t want to think about it. He couldn’t dwell on reality when they were together like this. If he let his worry in, it’d ruin everything. Even if this was a goodbye, Tam wanted to cherish it.

He pressed closer and relished the automatic way Driver’s arms tightened around him. It was a full-body embrace and it calmed some of Tam’s anxiety. Though there was an undercurrent of desperation, they didn’t rush.

Tam savored everything. Each caress was a miracle, each breath a boon.

As long as Driver was with him, the world would wait.

Driver’s lips tasted of cherries and felt like home.

If it weren’tfor the thunderous beating of his heart, Tam might have thought he was dreaming. He’d never had a home before, but he’d always understood what the word meant. Ever since he could remember he’d been homesick for a place he never truly believed existed. Somewhere where he was understood. Where he was protected and his soul was healed and his heart was full. Instinct had guided him since he’d run away. It had brought him a new family in the boys. And now it had given him a place to belong.

Who cared if it was only temporary? For now, it felt right.

It felt like the only thing that mattered.

Driver was all there was.

“Tam.” Driver smoothed his hair as he pressed soft kisses to the corner of his eye, but his voice was tentative. The sound bruised Tam’s heart.

His fingers flexed in Driver’s shirt. Everything in him rebelled against the inevitable. He didn’t want to let the truth in. Squeezing his eyes shut, he rested his forehead on Driver’s chest again. Not once did Driver stop touching him. With long strokes through his hair and the warm circles on his back and even subtle pecks to his temple, Driver devastated him with kindness.

Chest aching, Tam shook his head. “Don’t,” he said.

“I…I’m still going.”

And that was it, the spear that shattered their bubble. Tam trembled from the loss as he gathered the pieces of himself and did his best to put them back together. “Don’t.” Yes, he was begging but he didn’t care.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop, please.”

“I never meant for this—”

Tam reached up and grabbed Driver’s face with both hands, then slammed their mouths together. Only kissing. Only this. He didn’t care that his heart was breaking. If this was the last moment he had with Driver, he wasn’t going to let anything take it away from him. He no longer let the fear stop him. He’d grown past that with Driver’s help. And besides, no one knew the future.

All the darkness in his life had made it possible for him to know the stars. He wasn’t going to let them fade without a fight, especially not when he was holding one of the brightest spots in the palm of his hand.

And hell if it didn’t fill him with determination. He’d still soar. If he quit, they’d win.

“You’re here now,” he said against Driver’s lips. “Don’t go tonight.” Don’t go…ever. But those words wouldn’t cross his lips.

Driver wrapped him up tight, one large palm cupping the back of his head and the other on his ass.

“Not tonight,” he said.

They were kissing again, this time with driving need from the knowledge that it might be their last chance. Importance colored everything, even undressing each other became somber and sincere. They never broke eye contact, they never stopped touching.

When they fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and hair, Driver took the brunt of it but immediately rolled. Tam wrapped his legs around Driver’s hips and met every thrust with one of his own. Their cocks slid together between their bellies but it wasn’t enough friction to get him off. Not that he was ready for it to be over so quick. No. He wanted this moment to last forever.

Pinned to the mattress with Driver’s heavy weight above him, Tam felt quick and urgent passion. Passion and a strange yet familiar comfort. With both arms around Driver’s neck and hands fisted in Driver’s thick hair, he was so close he could count the flecks of silver in those gray-blue eyes.

Driver met his gaze and didn’t release it.

Their kisses became more an exchange of breath as Driver’s free hand traveled the length of Tam’s torso. Panting against his lips, Tam arched into every caress. His skin tingled. He wanted more. He wanted it all.

Even as Driver’s strong hands gripped his cock, it wasn’t enough.

“Please,” he said on a gasp. “Driver, please.”

Driver groaned before kissing him deep, their tongues twisted together but not for long. Then Driver was on his knees between Tam’s thighs and both hands were working Tam’s shaft and balls.

Tam’s head slammed back into the pillow and he moaned.

Fuck yes. Fucking hell.

“Beautiful,” Driver said. His voice was so gruff and filled with praise it kindled an answering heat in Tam’s core.

Feet on the bed and thighs spread, Tam lifted his hips into each stroke. Driver’s pleased grunt was all the reward he needed to keep going. Well, that wasn’t really true. He kind of loved the way Driver’s eyes were glued to him too. The way his cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen, the way his abs tensed and relaxed in unison as if he could feel what Tam felt, and definitely the way his fist tightened on every upstroke like he couldn’t stand to let Tam slip from his grasp.

The heady rush of it all sent Tam flying high until he thought he might rocket into the sun. He was so gone, right on the edge, toes curling into the soft sheets and head thrown back when he felt the unmistakable pressure of a finger on his asshole.

It took all of Tam’s newfound courage not to descend into panic when his entire focus narrowed to that single point of contact. His heart squeezed and his lungs seized, but he didn’t let himself get sucked down. He just grabbed Driver’s wrist.

“Stop.”

Driver responded instantly. And even though Tam knew he would, relief still flooded him with a strange euphoria. He collapsed onto the bed and hid his eyes with his arm.

“Sorry, I…I still can’t…” His hands clenched as a sense of failure overwhelmed him.

“No, baby, I shouldn’t have surprised you like that.” Driver rubbed both of Tam’s thighs.

It took Tam a minute, swallowing the lump in his throat before he could speak again.

“I hate them for ruining this.” Tears threatened to leak from the corners of his eyes. He was doing his best to keep still while he fought the disappointment.

Driver moved to cover him again, his body a warm comfort. As were the soft kisses he placed along Tam’s jaw.

“Nothing is ruined.” His hips flexed, drawing Tam’s attention to the erection rubbing against his leg.

“I’m not ready. I can’t.”

Driver took Tam’s arm and moved it away from his face. “That’s okay. I can.”

Tam bit his lip and opened his eyes. Driver looked so earnest and confident it stole Tam’s breath.

“You?”

Driver leaned down and kissed him. “Make love to me, Tam.”

Never in a million years had Tam ever imagined a man like Driver would want to bottom. Of course, everything he knew about sex was tainted by his experiences. But Driver was so…so…virile. From his sharp features, deep-set eyes, and rough five-o’clock shadow to his sculpted body, tattoos, and I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude—he was a man’s man.

It had been a shock to find out Driver was bisexual, but this?

Tam was having a hard time processing it, which was just another example of his own prejudices.“Really?”

Driver rolled them again so Tam ended up straddling him.

“I told you my motto when it comes to sex, didn’t I?”

Yes, please.Tam blinked.

“I’m a glutton. I’ll take it however I can get it. Sometimes that means bottoming for some super-hot alpha top.” He squeezed Tam’s ass. “I never minded one bit.”

“I’ve never topped before.”

Driver’s eyes hooded and his nostrils flared. “Good.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” And it always hurt, didn’t it?

“I’ll prep myself real well, precious. It’ll be fine.”

Then he pulled Tam down into a mind-melting kiss that reignited Tam’s desire like a damn nuclear bomb. Just that quick he went hard as a steel stiletto.

What else could he do but trust Driver?

“You keep surprising me,” he said.

“Yeah? Is that good?”

Tam hummed his answer, bringing their mouths together again. So damn good. It was like the best roller coaster ride in history. Or the most perfect dance routine.

“Let me grab a condom. I need you inside me.”

Tam scurried off so Driver could lean over the edge of the bed and dig around inside his jeans. He came back with two small foil packets. He ripped the first one open with his teeth, then squirted the contents onto his fingers. Tam held his breath as Driver brought both knees to his chest and began circling his hole with the newly lubed fingers. His ass and hole were mouth-wateringly smooth, but his balls were surrounded by a soft patch of pubes. Tam squeezed his own cock, eyes glued to the delectable sight as Driver breached himself with one finger.

“Oh my God.” Tam felt the tug deep down in his core.

Driver winked at him, completely shameless, and twisted the finger buried inside. “You like that?”

Driver was Adonis or some other god of temptation put on the earth just to torture him. How had he lived his entire life without knowing this kind of pleasure? If he let himself, he could come just from watching. But wouldn’t that be a tragedy? Never knowing what it felt like to be inside Driver?

Tam wasn’t going to give up his one and only chance. He scooted closer and caressed Driver’s skin, needing to touch somehow but still too nervous to do anything more. Soon Driver was fitting another long finger beside the first. He hissed as he scissored them.

“I haven’t done this in a while.”

“Stop if it hurts.”

Driver’s chuckle was warm. “I love the way it hurts. I forgot how good it feels.”

That hit Tam hard because it went against everything he’d ever known, but Driver wasn’t lying. His cock twitched every time he stretched himself. Tam’s skin burned and his limbs were heavy from desire. Everything Driver did overwhelmed him until his every nerve ached. Needing to participate in Driver’s pleasure in whatever way he could, Tam leaned forward and took Driver into his mouth.

“Holy fuck!” Driver thrust up, making Tam cough. “Shit, sorry.”

Tam hummed around Driver’s cock. His heart tap-danced and his blood sang, but damn it tasted good. He flicked his tongue around the head, learning every inch of Driver’s impressive length. Salt burst over his tastebuds, and he drank it up. He’d never had much of a sweet tooth, but salty snacks were his weakness.

And Driver was the best treat he’d ever tried.

“Fuck, baby. Stop or I’ll come.” Driver tapped Tam’s shoulder with his free hand. “Here.” He tossed the second foil packet at Tam. “Suit up, quick.”

With trembling fingers, Tam struggled to open the condom wrapper. He’d never done it before and it was strange. Jesus, he was nervous. What if he totally fucked this up? He flicked a glance up through his hair to find Driver waiting for him, calm and relaxed with three fingers now buried in his hole.

Tam sucked in a breath. He could do this. He could make this good, for Driver. For both of them.

He gathered the tattered remains of his confidence around himself like a brand new outfit full of glitter and gorgeousness and rolled the condom onto his shaft. As he moved into position, Driver removed his fingers and guided Tam to the target.

“Nice and slow until I adjust.”

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

He was about to fuck Driver. Tam’s entire body trembled as he pushed against Driver’s tight star. He held his breath until he broke through and then he gasped. Fucking hell, it was scorching hot inside. Goddamn. He wasn’t going to make it. Sweat poured off him as he struggled to keep cool. Then Driver’s fingers clawed at his ass.

“That’s it. Take me.”

And Tam was a goner. He thrust the rest of the way inside with a loud groan and then held himself still above Driver with shaky arms. Driver smiled up at him, his eyes glassy and hooded. His grin was lopsided and kind of goofy. Damn if he didn’t already look satisfied. Tam’s inhale was unsteady, but the complete trust Driver gave him was powerful. It released him.

It made him strong enough to fight the shame that plagued him.

It made him invincible.

Driver circled his arms around Tam’s shoulders and tugged him down into a kiss, urging him to move with the grip on his ass.

Tam did.

He thrust and thrust and thrust until they were both gasping. With every inch, his head spun and his heart yearned.

He was burrowing into the core of Driver, finding a place inside to live forever.

Home.

When he reached out his hand, Driver’s was there to hold. Their fingers twined together, their tongues tangled, and their bodies joined.

It was everything Tam had never been brave enough to imagine.

The dream he’d never dreamed because it would cut too deeply when it didn’t come true.

So what if it was just once?

He would have his memory for the rest of his life.