#bsukitty

Kitty was a woman who went after whatever and whomever she wanted, no matter what got in her way. Unfortunately...that had been a little more forgotten as of late. She wasn't sure what sort of funk she had fallen down into, but it was enough to make her hold off on all of the hook-ups that she mentally went crazy over. It probably also had something to do with the fact that she was basically cut from the soccer team (that was a meeting she had to have later in life) and had some weird...unresolved thing with Sam and then weirdness with Ryder and then whatever Gabe's feelings were... It was all nuts. All she wanted was someone to sweep her off her feet, show her a good time, and set her loose to continue on her with life. One really good night to make her forget about everything, and Scott seemed like the perfect candidate. She could get past the whole...looks like Sam business, sure. Besides, they were totally different people so that sure as Hell helped. So there might have been a little pep in her step as she didn't even bother changing out of the clothes she wore to Church a few hours before doing a quick check in the mirror and heading out. She was at the Sigma Pi house in a flash and after one of the boys let her in she found Scott's room with ease and knocked right under the 'B' on the door with three quick raps.

Scott had been dragging himself around the fraternity house, since early in the morning, with only one thing on his mind: Kitty. She had been teasing him all Saturday night, which hadn't exactly made him the most eligible guy in the Sigma Pi house at the "Welcome Back"-party. The girl had a way with her words, and as one of the only girls in his experience so far, she was able to drive him up the wall and make him go absolutely crazy for her. After several cold showers, cleaning up the house after the party and trying to help himself get off with his hand, Scott came to realize that only Kitty would be able to make him feel better. Of course, there was that tiny little problem called "Sam", in which Scott reminded Kitty of his brother too much. However, Scott knew that he wasn't like his brother and he was determined to show Kitty that, and now was his chance; he wasn't going to ruin it. That was why he quickly shushed Oliver out of the room, threw some of the dirty clothes in the laundry hamper and lit a few candles. He decided that the shirt that he was wearing was alright for Kitty's visit, since it would be coming off anyway, and kept it on. He was just about to put a few books away when he heard the quick knocks on the door, and with a smirk on his face, he almost waltzed over to the door to open it. "Hey," He greeted Kitty who was on the other side, before stepping aside so she could come in. Closing the door behind him, he kept his eyes on her, as he spoke up. "How was church?"

Kitty was a little taken aback when Scott opened the door, but only because she was so used to a face very similar to that one opening his door just like that. Or standing on the other side as she did. But Sam had to be the furthest thing from her mind because she was about to finally satisfy a specific craving courtesy of his brother and that was the important thing. Kitty slapped on a smirk and moved past him to step into his room, hands immediately going to rest on her hips as she looked around. Candle light was always her favorite, especially since not much light was coming through the blinds of the room, and they made it smell amazing. She gave him a once-over and nodded her head, "As great as always. I could really...really feel the love of Jesus this morning." Stepping closer to him, Kitty bit down on her lower lip and stopped just a few feet away from him. Her fingertips itched, a feeling urging her to touch the collar of his shirt, but another part of her was more than ready to continue her online teasing game to something more...in-person. Despite the distance, she still had to roll her head back a bit to match her eyes to his, "I could ask you about your shower again, hm?"

Scott felt a shiver run down his spine as he heard Kitty's voice and answer. He was looking more and more forward to the day(s) with her, and he could literally feel his legs getting weaker as they tried to hold him up. But Scott was stubborn and he was determined not to show it. He kept his smirk plastered on his face, as he leaned up against a cupboard and rested against it. "Oh, Jesus was present? He rarely has time to come around lately," Scott answered, watching as she came closer to him. His heart was picking up a fast rate in his chest as he was getting more and more excited. "You could indeed. And I'd have to answer, wouldn't I?" Scott said, standing up straight and taking a step closer to Kitty. "It was horrible. It did nothing for me. I was hoping that it could wash all of my dirty thoughts away, but they just kept coming back," Taking one more step, Scott was so close to Kitty that if he took another one, they'd be chest against chest. He wanted to touch her so badly, but Scott was determined to not make the teasing a one-sided thing. "The thought about you kept coming back."

Kitty kept in her spot as he decided to close more of the distance between them -- something that she was more than happy about. As he closed in she simply let her head fall back a little more and let her smirk grow into something more akin to a real smile. It was beautiful that she hardly had to ask and he let her in on the trials that were so, so terrible during his cold shower. Kitty licked her lips and dropped her eyes down the slope of his nose to his lips, further to the line of his jaw, and then straight in front to his chest. All of the Evans brothers were so fit and...delicious in ways. She put her eyes back up to meet his and she hummed in thought for just a moment, "Thought about me? Now that's interesting..." Kitty took a step forward and then finally let her fingers reached out and touch against his front, trailing from his stomach up to his chest. They were ghost-touches, barely heavy enough to even leave the temporary dents in the fabric of his shirt. She dropped her fingertips to the lip of his pants and tilted her head -- all the while keeping matched eye contact, "Tell me about it."

Scott watched as Kitty's eyes roamed around his face and further down, taking the opportunity to get a good look at the girl himself. She was so petite, so small. She reminded Scott of fragile porcelain where he needed to be careful when touching. He knew better though, after what she had told him; he knew that /he/ was the one who should probably be treated like fragile porcelain when she was done with him - something that he was looking forward to. Looking down, Scott inhaled sharply as he felt her small fingers ghosting over his body, it left goosebumps all over his body. "You left a pretty unforgettable image in my mind yesterday," Scott started, licking his lips as he kept his eyes on hers. "I couldn't stop thinking about you riding," He said, his smirk growing as he reached out to pull a strand of hair behind her ear. "I kept thinking about how I'm going to be on bed-rest for the next two days," His answer came out in a whisper, his eyes staying on hers. He wanted so badly to just lean down and kiss her already, but two could play the teasing-game.

Kitty had no problem leaning into his touch when he tucked her hair back. Shorter strands meant more trouble with keeping it all in order, but hey. It still looked great she was tossing it around while dancing or...other things. A light laugh left her lips and a nod shortly followed. "I love to ride. I was on my father's country club's equestrian team for four years." She turned her head just slightly so that her breath fell onto his wrist and a wide grin stretched onto her lips. "Unfortunate for prepping on recruitment. SP's gonna have to figure something out without you, I guess." Kitty moved her free hand to his own and she kept it near her lips. Eye contact was key, and she made sure to never drop her gaze as she pressed her lips oh-so gently on his pulse point. It thumped against her lips and made her take in a deep breath, "So eager." Fingers slowly glided up his shirt and Kitty pressed all five of them against his own Situation. "You don't have to just imagine anymore, you know." Her words were a whisper against his skin as her thumb stroked up and down every line she could find beneath his shirt.

Scott was sure that he was going to melt some time soon. It was all becoming too hot for Scott. It was a combination of everything; the touching, the gentle kissing, the way she looked at him and kept her eyes on his, the way her voice came out like the sound of an angel singing a hymn. God, he was about to go crazy. "I'm sure they'll figure out something, Tyler can probably get some freshman to cover for me," Scott said, his voice coming out raw as Kitty kissed the inside of his wrist. "Show me how you rode those horses," He whispered, not being able to do the teasing anymore. He had to give in, he simply couldn't stand the tension and the teasing. His hand moved from her cheek to the back of her head, his fingers threading into her blonde, soft locks, as he leaned down to press his lips softly onto hers. His other arm moved around to the small of her back, to press her more into him, as he waited for her to respond to the kiss.

Kitty could feel the tension building and building -- it was her favorite part. God, she loved the anticipation of it all. The yearning for that first move that both of them wanted to take, but to make it to fruition after so much teasing it was a big moment and she was sure that neither of them wanted to be disappointed. Luckily for both of them, Scott finally closed the distance between their lips and locked them together in something so soft, so gentle, but so, so hot. Kitty almost gasped into it as she felt his arm pull her closer, his other hand locked into her hair and letting his fingers cause shivers to run up and down her spine in time with the electricity from the kiss. She stood her ground and let him fold her into him, though -- not letting her body fall pliant in his arms like it wanted to. After only a few seconds of surprise, Kitty returned the kiss and her hand wrapped up to press flat against his warm back while the other landed on his cheek. He was so tall and she was up on her tip-toes, but they made it work. She only let them kiss for a few moments before both of her hands found the way under his shirt and she pushed up on it to get it off, her lips automatically falling down to press against his collarbone, the line of his pec, around his nipple, and back up to his lips once the offensive fabric was gone.

Scott felt on fire, as he stood there with his lips pressed against Kitty's, waiting for her to kiss him back. The kiss had even surprised himself, not knowing that it was going to be so gentle and soft, but nevertheless, he enjoyed it. The moment that she returned the kiss, his hand fell from her hair, to her back. He held her there, and as he let himself fall into their first kiss, he felt her soft and warm hands on his skin. Her skin was as soft as silk, it felt absolutely magical and as their lips parted, Scott could inhale deeply from the feeling. Her touch, along with her kisses on his skin made it almost impossible for him to stand up. Automatically, Scott lifted his arms and helped Kitty get his shirt off, until his lips almost magnetically found hers again. His hands moved to her lower back, as he started to push her towards his desk, all the while his lips still danced with hers. The entire feeling of it all made Scott feel like he was on fire; it was a heavenly feeling.

Kitty could feel the fire, too. It was even better than the burn of all of the anticipation, verbal foreplay that they were battling with. She knew for a fact that everything was going to be much better than what a cold shower could bring. His hands on her back felt incredible. They were warm and big and covered almost all of it and that was one of Kitty's things. Did she enjoy not being able to reach things on shelves? No. Did she enjoy all of the short jokes, "fun-sized Kit-Kat" jokes that she got? Of course not. But she loved feeling so small to a man -- that he was taking care of her, protecting her, at least physically. If she thought about it then she could probably textbook analyze it as some sort of father-figure issues, but whatever. The point was, Scott was making her warm in all sorts of ways and she was loving it. She let him move her back to the desk and she gasped as it hit against her butt. Kitty pulled back from his lips and her half-hooded eyes could barely lift to his eyes as she found a breath. "Help?" She turned around and showed the zipper of her dress, making sure to press herself back against him in a snug fit.

Scott sighed as the kiss stopped, his eyes opening to watch the girl who he had been making out with, as he felt her move. Licking his lips, he could still taste her on his lips; that sweet-flavored lipgloss was intoxicating, and Scott had to take in extra air to breathe normally. However, a smirk grew on his lips as he watched her turn around, her behind pressing against his crotch. He took in a deep breath as he reached out for her waist, his hands moving up her dress slowly, so he could zip it off of her. He wanted to take his time with this, he wanted to enjoy every single moment with this girl, after having been teased for several days. "Always," Scott whispered, leaning in to place a peck on the girl's shoulder blade and his hands finding the zipper. While one hand was working on pulling it down, his other hand moved around her, to her front. The zipper was almost down, as Scott's hand cupped Kitty's left breast, and his head moving so he could kiss her earlobe. He pressed himself into her again, only this time, he made sure that his abdomen hit her behind in a gentle, but firm manner. "Would you like to wear this again, or can I have my way with it?" He asked her, motioning to her dress. He hoped the answer was the latter.

Kitty loved a man who took his time and enjoyed the little things; unzipping her dress, for instance. It was from between her shoulder blades to her lower back and he had quite a ways to go, and boy was he making the seconds as long as Hell. She bit down onto her lower lip and raked it across the pink flesh, only slightly stained with lip gloss still and a little swollen from his kiss. A warm palm touched against the front and a soft gasp flew from between her lips. He made her arch her back a little more, her chest molding to his touch while her rear popped out against him even closer. He seemed to agree with the small movement and soon he was even closer and Kitty was positive that the only thing that really stopped them from getting any closer were the thin layers of clothing. His question made her skin prickle in delight and Kitty didn't even think about it before she shook her head, "It's not my favorite."

Scott adored having this small, petite woman in his arms. He felt protective over her, like it was his job to make sure that nothing bad happened to her. Of course he still felt that he could be as rough with her as he wanted to be. He didn't hesitate to think that he could do what he wanted with her, as long as he still took care of her and made sure that it didn't hurt her; he wasn't out to do that. They were two adults, having a great time together. "Good," And with that fast answer, Scott placed both of his hands at the opening of the zipper and pulled to each of the dress' side, tearing it apart. He grabbed her hips then, turning her around and lifting her, so she was sat on the desk. "I'll warm you up if you get cold," Scott smirked, his eyes landing on hers, but his fingers feeling the softness of her skin. It was as if there was this electric feeling coming from her skin that went through his fingertips. Scott leaned in, placing a much hungrier and passionate kiss on Kitty's lips, this time allowing his tongue to make a move. It went over her upper lip, asking for entrance as his hands ran up her tiny back, to her bra. God, he wanted her so damn badly. Scott had always loved a girl who could defend herself and talk back when he was having a conversation with them, but he loved it even more if that changed when things got sexual. It was just nice to have that control, but he certainly didn't mind someone who had control over him either. As long as it was balanced out.

Kitty held her breath as she felt his hands leave her long enough to grasp at the edges of her dress and pull them apart. A loud rip almost echoed in the room and Kitty watched as the fabric fell down off of her, but he turned her around before she could even see it hit the floor. She automatically tilted her head back and let out a long breath as she was placed on the desk, following by a quick laugh. Oh, she was positive that he could keep her very, very warm. Kitty wrapped her legs around him to pull him closer and let her body succumb to any touches that he gave her. A man who could make her surrender was a man she could ache for -- and she was. She parted her lips and let him roam with that tongue of his and Kitty took the cue to let her own do the same. He tasted of something warm and she wanted more and more. Before he could do anything with her bra she wanted to even the playing field just a bit and her fingers searched for the lip of his pants again. She made quick work of the button and as she pulled the zipper down her teeth captured his lower lip gentle enough to not hurt but hard enough to let him know that she was still in this game. Kitty pushed down his pants and she released his lip with a satisfying smile on her own as the fabric pooled down on the ground. Then, it slowly turned into a small pout, "And what if I'm not cold? What if I'm burning up?"

Scott loved the feeling of Kitty's soft bubble-gum tongue against his. It was so soft and gentle, and as their lips danced, Scott felt his pants loosen around his waist. It made him smirk, but it also gave him a satisfying feeling; as his member grew harder and harder, he knew that he needed to... set it free at one point. So Scott was perfectly happy with Kitty opening his pants and pushing them down. It made him forget about the bra for a little while, but there was still a bit of restriction for him. As he stepped out of his pants, he could literally feel his cock twitch in his black boxers, after her biting his lip. If he wasn't a goner before, he sure was now. Opening his eyes, he saw the pout on her lips, and an instant grin covered his face, and his hands moved to the clasp her of bra. "Thank god that I'm a magician and can make things go away," He told her, unclasping the supporting piece of clothing and letting his hands move to her shoulders, to get rid of the straps. Taking it, he threw it across the room, not really caring where it landed, as he kept his eyes on the girl in front of him. She was absolutely gorgeous; like a piece of art worth a million dollars. He couldn't help but almost growl as he leaned in again, his one moving to her thigh to caress it with his hands, and his lips kissing hers again.

Kitty wished that she could just blink and all of their clothes would be off and she'd be able to finally see everything that Scott had to offer. She would be a liar if she said that she wasn't interested in seeing the differences between he and his brother (no matter how bad of a person that made her feel). But from the looks of things, she knew that it would be a very, very close race. Kitty only shivered a little when he removed her bra, but she was positive that it was from even more anticipation rather than a chill or anything. Oh, no. She really was very warm all thanks to Scottie Evans. His growl made her almost need to rub her thighs together, something deep inside of her hugging itself to hold back the sudden urge of wanton neediness that formed. Kitty accepted each and every slide of his lips and she wrapped her arms up around his neck to keep a hold on him. There was no way in Hell she was going to let him get too far away from her again. She squeezed her thighs around him and let one hand fall down to scratch against his chest on the way down to her fingers finally circling around the forming shape in his boxers. A gasp parted her lips against his and she couldn't help but give a long moan, "All of this for me?" She broke their kiss and rested her forehead down against his chin while her eyes watched her hand move against the thick member that stood beneath.

Scott couldn't help but let out a low groan into the kiss as Kitty squeezed her thighs tighter around him, causing him to rub against her hot center. He could feel how wet she was through the fabric, and it made his eyes roll to the back of his head in pure pleasure. If he could've, he would've taken her right there, but where was the fun in that? Scott wanted to make this experience memorable to Kitty; he wanted her coming back for more. He wanted to take his time with her, he wanted to give her just as much pleasure as she gave him, and even more. It just wasn't very easy with the things that she did to him. Feeling her nails drag down his skin made Scott want to bend her over on the table and just have his way with her, but that wasn't how the game was played this time. No, Scott stayed cool and collected (as much as he could), despite feeling the pearls of sweat form on his body. Instead, he bit down on her lower lip, before kissing them softly again, hoping that it'd show her that he hadn't completely given in to her ways yet. That was until he felt a small hand wrap around his cock and heard a deliciously long moan. Scott's head fell to Kitty's shoulder and his eyes closed, finally getting some sort of release; not the full-blown kind, but he was getting touched by someone who wasn't him, and it felt absolutely amazing. So amazing, that Scott had to hum out a soft moan, as he tried to pull himself together to form an answer. "All of this and more," He managed to whisper, moving his lips along her shoulders. He wanted Kitty to feel the same kind of pleasure as he did, so Scott managed to get himself together to move his hand that had been resting on the girl's thigh, down to her inner thigh. While breathing heavily from the pleasure of her hand, Scott started to rub her thigh with the palm of his hand, while his index and middle finger moved to rub her clit through the soft fabric of her panties. "Two can play at this game, Wilde," He managed to moan out, a smirk forming on his face as he rested his chin against her temple.

Kitty was more than ready to play the game with Scott. Except...she had to admit that this was a different form of the game. Usually she played cold and made the boys she was with practically beg for her before she gave in, but Scott was almost the opposite. It was almost a game to see who could get the other off before the other in a weird...orgasm-off. Nevertheless, Kitty was more than interested in playing along. And winning. But he had his own tricks up his sleeve and a long gasp flew from her lips when she felt his first two fingers press against the spot where she wanted him the most. She throbbed for him and immediately her hips moved as much as they could to get him closer. Kitty practically growled back, low and possessive, as she finally dove beneath the fabric of his boxers and was met with nothing but pure, velvety skin. He was hard and hot and she knew that he was definitely packing everything that she wanted in a man. At the same moment that her hand started a slow rotation, sliding up and down with the aid of his pre-cum, her fingers scratched around his back and her lips found purchase on his neck. Kitty made love to his Adam's apple with tongue and teeth and she made sure to leave a mark before moving onto the next spot, quick words breathed onto his warm, damp skin, "Can you keep up?"

Scott knew that he was right when he had told Kitty that she was going to be death of him. Everything she did was magical and pure, amazing torture. His breathing was short and heavy, he could barely think straight, and the pleasure made him want to shout from the top of a rooftop about just how amazing this was. He had anticipated that Kitty was great in bed, but this was beyond his wild imaginations. He couldn't help but let out a quiet "fuck" as he finally felt her hand on him, without the fabric of his boxers in the way. Feeling her bite down on the skin of his neck, Scott let out another quiet moan, his head dropping. He was in so much pleasure at that moment, he could barely contain himself. Biting down on his lip, he had to keep himself from thrusting into her hand and coming right there. No, he wasn't going to finish what they had just started. Instead, Scott stopped rubbing her and replaced his hands on her waist, lifting her up. His knees had turned weak after all of that touching and kissing that she had done, and it was time for him to take control. He lifted her up, her legs still around his waist and her arms around his neck, and carried her over to his bed, where he placed her and landed on top of her. Grabbing her arms, he forced them down on the mattress, over her head, and held them down. "I'll show you that I damn well can keep up with you," He whispered, his eyes having turned darker from the lust. Leaning down, he placed a hungry kiss on her lips, as his hands let go of her wrists and instead moved down to toy with her panties. Scott pulled back from the kiss, and looked down at the girl, as his left eyebrow raised and his signature smirk grew. If she wanted pleasure, he'd give her pleasure. And then, Scott began his trail of kisses and bites down Kitty's body, around her nipples and down her stomach where he let his tongue dart out a few times. Finally, he came to the most sacred spot in Scott's mind, and he instantly ripped the girl's panties off. "You can borrow a pair of mine, later," He told her, giving her a quick glance, before spreading her legs and leaning in, already feeling the warmth from her hot core on his lips.

Kitty was positive that she had him wrapped around her pinky and within seconds he'd be crying out her name for the first of many times that night. Unfortunately, Kitty had always had a tendency to count her chickens before they hatched, or whatever that farm saying was, and that meant that when he started to take control she was actually caught...well, pretty off-guard. He was lifting her up before she really knew what was happening and it was only a few seconds before she felt the soft comforter of his bed welcome her down where he placed her. Her immediate reaction was to drag him down with her and wrap herself right back around him to keep going with what she was doing, but then in a flash her arms her above her and it made a sharp gasp drive out of her lungs. His words mixed with the look in her eyes made that warm feeling come back between her legs and she knew that her panties were goners by now. She tried to keep him against her with her lips, but to no avail as he was gone and moving down her body. Oh, God. Kitty bit down on her lip and watched as he worked his way down. She didn't dare to move her arms, enjoying his sudden burst of control far too much to tamper with it. She could always take it back later, right? Tiny moans left her lips with every one of his kisses and she moved beneath him -- arching her back, rolling her hips, trying to get him closer and closer to really feel him. She was just about to give him a retort about his ability to keep up when another quick movement left her panties in shreds and her face in awe. No one had literally ripped her panties off before. Kitty was speechless as he spread her legs and her jaw dropped a bit more. It was then that she finally moved her arms again and raked one through his hair, not pulling him to her but waiting for him instead -- just giving encouraging brushes against his scalp while her free hand rested on her stomach, moving up and down harshly with each quick breath. Her muscles clenched and she moved her hips in impatience, unable to help it, "Scott...".

Scott couldn't help the smirk that was plastered on his face as he heard the long-drawn moan that he had been waiting for. That was exactly the effect that he wanted to have on this girl. He wanted to please her so bad that she was unable to stop calling out his name; that she kept rolling her hips, trying to create some friction. Scott couldn't help but love having that effect on girls, it gave him the approval that he was looking for. He felt proud of himself when he was able to satisfy a girl, and since he wasn't very good at much else but throwing parties and having sex, he felt very proud to be able to make a girl feel good. It was an amazing feeling, getting that long moan that just told him that what he was doing was alright. "You sound amazing," He told her in a low whisper. His voice had come out rather raw and dark, but he figured it was because of the lust and want that he had for this girl. She was basically every guy's fantasy; Scott's latest wet dreams. She was everything he had ever wanted and more; she was perfect to say the least. And Scott wasn't going to pass this opportunity to make her feel good. He leaned in, licked his lips before placing them on her wet center. She was drenched and Scott smiled to himself, as he closed his eyes and fell into it. His hands wrapped around her thighs to keep her where he wanted her, and he pulled her closer to him as his tongue slipped out to start working her up. She tasted absolutely divine, the best that Scott had ever tried and that was saying something. Moving his tongue in between her folds, his lips closed up around her, kissing her as he swallowed the juices. He kept going with this for a few times, until he realized that it wasn't enough. He wanted more of her, so he grabbed her and pulled her closer to him, before letting one hand go of her thigh, to move down to her clit. Scott wanted to give Kitty the ultimate oral experience and he knew that she was going to get it. His thumb started circling around her clit, letting it pass it every now and then. His mouth started sucking her juices, loving every drop of her, while he kept his hand busy with the rubbing. At one point, he couldn't help but look up at her, to see how her face looked while Scott was going down on her. He had to admit that the entire combination of Kitty Wilde; the taste, hearing her, seeing her... It was like an orgasm for the mind. "God, you taste amazing," He told her, as he looked up to see her with a smirk on his face, before going down under again.

Kitty was not prepared to really be...taken care of first. It wasn't because of her most recent past experiences, per se, but definitely before she came to BSU she was always so used to waiting her turn. Even then it seemed like it was always made out to be some sort of chore by her partner, and that was definitely not a turn-on in any sense of the word and it definitely didn't make her want to return any such favor. But Scott. That was just a whole different story all by itself. She was positive that he mostly just wanted to show her that he could take control and "keep up" just as she teased, but she was also positive that he didn't really /need/ to go through all of the trouble that he was. But she'd be damned if she wasn't going to enjoy every single second of it. And enjoy it she did. A light sheen began to form on her body, heat whipping at her skin as she laid under his tongue. Kitty closed her eyes tight when he began, tiny noises of appreciation filtering out from between her lips in little puffs. By the time he adjusted her and pulled her closer, her eyes were wide open and she was staring at the ceiling in disbelief, her lips rounded into a pretty little 'O' and her brow furrowed in pleasure. She couldn't help but wrap her fingers all around his hair, tugging on it when his thumb pressed against her sensitive skin. "Oh my... Scott." She finally looked down and within only a few seconds his eyes were up to meet hers and it was enough to send a warm chill all through her body. Then he was back at it again and Kitty finally felt herself succumb to what she needed without any accord from thoughts or brainpower. Her hips tried to roll up against him, her fingers tugged a little harder, her other hand scratched at his shoulder. She was getting needy and she had a mighty love/hate relationship with it, "More, baby... Please."

Scott had to start doing something to himself; Kitty's sounds and moves were making him go crazy and he could only feel his member get harder - something that he thought was already impossible. Without even thinking about it, he started rolling his hips into the mattress, getting some sort of friction, which made him moan into the oral sex that he was performing on the girl. He couldn't help himself, he just needed to do something to feel a bit of pleasure, and after the moans and sounds that he heard from Kitty, he needed it. He managed to pull himself together enough to form a smirk on his lips as he heard Kitty beg for more, and he knew he had her where he wanted her. Sitting up on his knees, Scott pulled Kitty with him so she was resting on her back. His mouth stayed on her throughout the entire time, sucking and licking the delicious juices out of the girl, teasing her clit and pushing his tongue into her. He hummed lightly against her, giving her one last lick and a gentle kiss before he pulled away, licking his lips. "More?" Scott asked her, his hand moving over to softly touch her center. He started rubbing her with his fingers, making sure that she was wet enough before pushing a finger into her. "I'll give you more, babe," Leaning down, he placed his lips on her again, while his finger slowly thrusted in and out of her. God, he hoped that this was great for her.

Kitty was seeing stars and a whole light show. There was no other way to describe the explosions behind her eyelids and she knew for a fact that she wasn't going to take too long to get what she (and she suspected Scott) wanted. His own moans were making her mouth water and she craved hearing more and more of them. Thoughts and images flew through her mind -- pulling him up and turning them over so that she could get her mouth on him and make him see the same explosions that she had, getting on top and turning it around to get them both going (Would that position even work with their height difference? She'd be willing to find out), maybe even just flipping them over so that she could show him just how much she likes to ride -- especially when his tongue was the saddle. But all of them flew out the window when he lifted her and she rolled back a bit onto her upper back. A soft 'oomf' left her lips, but it was quickly replaced with a moan and her hands flew back above her head to grip at his pillows. She tried to wrap her legs up around his shoulders as best she could, but they felt like jelly against his onslaught, especially when he pressed a finger into her. Kitty's eyes rolled and she tilted her head back with a loud mix of a gasp and moan, "Yes!" She turned her head from side to side and tried to watch him, but it was just too much. It was too hot to see a man go at her like that and she was going to be the one exploding soon. She shook her head and tried to hold on as much as she could, practically tearing into his pillow, "I don't...you're gonna make me... Scott!" Her heels went into his back as her own bowed off the bed even more, "I'm gonna--oh!" Before she could stop herself (and really how could she have stopped herself even if she has tried) she found her release, right here right on his tongue and finger, and she was almost embarrassed by how fast it was, but it was all just too good.

Scott allowed his finger to start thrusting in a soft pace. He wanted to get to know her entire body, find his way around it and feel each inch of skin. He wanted to touch her all over and let his lips do the exact same thing. He wanted her to know that he wanted her so damn badly; that he couldn't help but want her so fucking much. Breathing heavily into her, Scott started picking up the pace, allowing his finger to pump into her faster. Every time his tongue ran over her clit, he quickened the thrusting, while his other hand held tightly onto her, making sure that she didn't fall. God, the sounds and the moves that she made were almost enough to make Scott come in his boxers right there, and he certainly did feel the tiny drops of pre-cum on the fabric. It was all so hot, watching her wiggle around, trying to find something to hold on to, hearing her moan. His arm was getting sore, the veins in it were popping out as he kept picking up the pace of his finger, sucking more aggressively as he felt Kitty come nearer her orgasm. And then it hit her. Scott's jaw was aching from the sucking, but he couldn't help but just suck a few more drops out of her as his finger slowed down, allowing Kitty to ride out her orgasm. His own breathing was starting to calm down as well, watching her come down from her high. With a last lick, Scott slipped his finger out of her and brought it to his mouth to suck on it. He smirked and leaned down to kiss her clit one last time, before setting her legs back down on the bed and moving up to hover above her. "Do you want a glass of water, before we continue?" He asked her, leaning down to kiss her lips softly, knowing that she'd be able to taste herself on his. It was an incredibly sexy thought.

Kitty almost wanted to laugh with how at peace she felt after an intense release like that. She didn't expect anything different from Scottie Evans, though. He talked the talk and he was damn well showing her that he could walk the walk. There were small tremors that were still raking through her body as she settled down, especially with the last swipe of his tongue against her overly-sensitized flesh and the sight of him sucking on his drenched finger. Did he always eat a woman out like that? How was his tongue not a real-life commercial for arthritis? Whatever it was, Kitty was infinitely impressed and sated and ... well, no actually. She wasn't sated, because she wanted to get her own lips wrapped around him as soon as possible. She wanted to give him just as good as he gave her. She wanted him to be the one feeling so relaxed and satisfied and completely spent. Trying to sum up the energy to move even a little, Kitty welcomed the slide of his lips against hers and she could feel them and how saturated and swollen they were. Kitty couldn't help but bring them between her lips, sucking on them and his tongue to show him just how much she enjoyed every single move he had just made for her. Thinking about his question made her pulled back with a Cheshire grin, though, and she shook her head. "Hell no." Feeling had returned to most of her body and she pushed on him gentle enough to let him know that she still wanted him close, but enough to get him on his back. Not wasting a moment, Kitty attached her lips to every piece of his skin that she could find. His neck, his shoulder, his nipple, his abs (every single one of them), his bellybutton, his hip bones. Damn, did she love those hip bones. And she dragged her mouth over his boxers to breath on the hard shape that was barely being concealed. She mouthed over him, the warmth buzzing from her lips down the rest of her body. With a brow quirked, Kitty lifted her eyes to his and kept the contact as she pulled on the edges of his boxers until his cock was right there in front of her -- dripping just for her. "I'm not thirsty for water," she whispered, her lips barely brushing against the overheated skin of his shaft.

Scott closed his eyes as Kitty began to suck on his lips and tongue, the feeling going straight to his boner, making it twitch in his underwear. The way that she took control after just having come down from a pretty big orgasm (or he figured it was big, it seemed like it, with the way that she moaned and moved around), impressed Scott. Usually the girl needed a couple of minutes, but Kitty was getting straight back to work. It was refreshing and new and definitely something that Scott wouldn't quite forget. Pulling back, Scott's eyes opened slowly to find the girl under him grinning cheekily, as if she had a plan. And it wouldn't surprise Scott if she did. Everything that he had experienced so far with the gorgeous girl had surprised him. Chuckling at her answer, Scott let himself move onto his back as she started pushing him down. He watched her move above him, again surprised that she was leaving kisses all over his body. Breathing in deeply, Scott kept his eyes on the girl as she moved down, shivering every time he felt her lips on skin. He knew where this was going, and honestly, the boy couldn't help but smirk to himself as he placed his hands beneath his head, resting on them and enjoying every second of attention that she gave him. Again, Scott had to admit to himself that he loved it when the girl could be controlling. Of course he wasn't that selfish and always made sure that the girl was having fun too, getting pleasure in the best way possible - but this was absolute bliss for Scott. The bliss didn't seem to end as he felt a pair of lips on his clothed cock. God, he hated wearing underwear, but sometimes it was just necessary, apparently. It made Scott swallow hard, the sensation being so fucking good. Once again, it all got better as his boxers were finally pulled down and his erect member stood proudly. A soft growl escaped his lips as he heard what she said, before feeling her lips ghosting over him. It probably wasn't very gentlemanly of him, but Scott didn't care; he simply couldn't stop himself from swearing out loudly. The "fuck" that escaped his lips came out harsh, but low and he sucked in a deep breath, preparing himself for what was about to happen as he grabbed onto the sheets underneath his head.

Kitty couldn't help but have a strong appetite. Scott promised her a pretty incredible night and it was definitely shaping up to be one, and her stamina wasn't going to be going to waste. She knew that he appreciated it and that was enough to keep her going. When her partner was enjoying himself it just amped up every bit of pleasure that she felt and received. Kitty had to bite down on her lip to stifle the moan that threatened to break when she heard his swear drop down in the air. Oh, man did she love when a man's voice sounded like that. Raw and low and delectable. She pressed the faintest of kisses against where the base of his cock met with his pelvis and trailed her tongue down to the juncture of his thigh. Meanwhile, her fingers finally found what they were looking for as they wrapped themselves around his shaft and gave a slow stroke from base to tip. She took a mental note about the fact that her fingers might be little, but she still had trouble wrapping them around and getting a good grasp that wasn't too tight or too loose. Kitty dipped her head down further and touched the tip of her tongue against his sack, her lips following in another gentle kiss. It was always about the teasing, but he had pleased her way too much for it to be just that. Besides, she wanted to hear him curse a few more times and maybe even a few moans of her name. With that wide mix of a smirk and smile, Kitty rose up to her knees and started a most consistent stroke -- collecting pre-cum to use as natural lubricant as she went. "I wonder if you taste good, too." She paused her movements after the whispered pondering and bent to lay her tongue flat against his tip as it wept another few drops. Not even for sure, Kitty moaned and dipped her tongue out once more to circle the entire head. The smile was gone off her lips and her next words were covered in a thick layer of arousal, "You do." She ran a hand through her hair to push it away from her face and gave a broad stroke of her tongue from base to tip and then -- lacking her patience from before -- she circles her lips around his head and gave a gentle suck as if he was a delicious lollipop that she had just opened. "So good," she mumbled and went back for more, laying her tongue flat against his shaft as she bobbed her head a little more each time, a hand encircling what she could of what was left over.

Scott knew that he was in for a ride with the girl who was currently teasing her to the absolute edge. He had known that he was in for a ride way before they had started their sexual encounter and way before they started flirting with each other. And boy, was he right. It was a ride filled with loops and downfalls and tons of tickles in the abdomen-area. Thank god there weren't any pictures involved, otherwise Scott was sure that people would gossip about how he was a goner for this girl, and that he'd never acted like that with anyone else. But Scott couldn't help it; the minute that Kitty and him had started talking, innocently teasing each other (not sexually, it was before that) he had felt some sort of connection between them. So it really wasn't a huge shocker that their sex would turn out to be anything but ordinary. The situation that he found himself in proved him right. This was definitely one of the wild(e) rides, and Scott couldn't help but show that, in the best way possible; by letting out a long, desperate moan that almost came off as whiny, as Kitty avoided going down on him at first, in order to tease him. God, the way her tongue just barely reached out to his scrotum made him turn his head and bite into the covers, wanting to beg her to just get to it already. It didn't take long before his whiny moan from before was replaced with a satisfied groan, and a smile covered his lips as he felt her tiny hands stroke his cock. He knew that they didn't quite reach all of the way around him, but nevertheless it was the best hand-job he had ever gotten - and he hadn't even had his orgasm yet. Opening his eyes, Scott looked up at Kitty, watching her stroke him before she bent down. His head fell back, a loud moan escaping his lips. "Fuck, Kitty," He shouted out, feeling her tongue on him. It all seemed to get better and better. Moving his hands down to her hair, he pulled it back so he had something to hold on to, but also because he knew how annoying it could get for her. He breathed out heavily, his chest following as he licked his lips. He was right; it got better, because soon enough, Kitty was sucking him off, and his toes curled at the pleasing feeling. "Don't stop," He begged in a low, raw whisper, wanting her to continue.

Kitty knew that there was no way she could stop, even if he wanted to. The noises that Scott gave her in return for what she was doing were more than enough to make her need to keep going. The look on his face as she finally took him into her mouth? God, it was priceless. So, no. She wouldn't stop. Even if he tried to pull her off to save himself, she wasn't going to give in until he was satisfying her particular thirst. Kitty pulled back only when she needed to take a few breaths, but her hand made up for it as much as it could -- slow strokes over and over, her thumb swiping over his head to make sure that she took anything he didn't even mean to give her. Her head prickled at the feel of his hand in her hair and she loved it, her lips searching out for his wrist against as she pressed quick, warm kisses to the inside of his wrist all over again. In another few breaths she was back down, taking as much of him into her mouth as she can. Her gag reflex wasn't gone, but she had definitely managed to...train it, so to speak. Enough to where she could take almost all of him without a problem. She continued to bob, up and down, up and down, up and down, all the while making sure to switch it up with every dip. A twist of her hand, a flick of her tongue, a moan that she knew vibrated around him in all the best ways. She wanted to make him feel so good that all he could think about was her when he was with whomever he chose next. It was a strange sense of selfish intent, but that's just how she felt. Kitty wanted him to think about how no one could compare to her taste, her sounds, the feel of her hand or her mouth. Eventually how it felt to be inside her. She always wanted to be the best and that was sure as Hell true for Scott. The next time she pulled off, her lips moved back down to his sack and she took very carefully wrapped her lips around one and then the other, and then she was back to a broad swipe of her tongue across the underside of his cock right to the tip. Her hand moved a little faster and Kitty cast her eyes up to him, a wicked grin playing at her lips again. "You know...," she trailed off for only a second, long enough to give him a soft suck, her lips making a loud *pop* noise, "I'm not one to spit."

Scott couldn't believe the situation that he was in. Here he was, with an amazingly beautiful girl who knew how push his buttons just the right way, getting satisfied in just the right way. He considered himself the luckiest guy in the entire world as he laid there, moaning Kitty's name. She satisfied every single inch of him, from his cock to even being so sweet to leave kisses on the inside of his wrist, making Scott's eyes roll to the back of his head. It was such an overwhelming feeling, being stroked and getting kisses in places that made everything tingle - it was just amazing. The mix of it all was so extraordinary, Scott was sure that this could never be topped. His breathing got harder and heavier as her lips returned to his cock, taking all of him in. He couldn't believe what was happening. That small, petite girl took all of him in; something that he rarely experienced, so now that it happened, Scott just couldn't stop letting out tiny moans of pleasure. It was nothing but pure pleasure that he felt and his entire body vibrated. He could feel himself getting closer, and to be honest, he couldn't care if his orgasm happened now, or later. He just knew that it was going to be the most powerful orgasm, in a long time. When she moved her lips down to his sack, he moved his right hand from her hair to bite into it, in order to control himself. He was sure he was going to make himself bleed, but with the waves of pleasure that were crashing through his body, he honestly didn't care. "God, baby," Scott managed to let out, a moan following. Behind his closed eyelids, he was sure that he saw fireworks, and he was about to explode right there, until he heard what she said. Opening his eyes, he moved his head to look down at the girl, watching her and seeing how her eyes were filled with lust. God, she was so hot. A sharp feeling of pleasure from the way she sucked him off made Scott's legs jab out, and a groan followed. "You're gonna be the death of me, Kitty Wilde," He whispered, sitting up and grabbing the girl, his lips crashing against hers hard and passionately.

Kitty knew that their night together was going to be one for the books. She wasn't sure if he was planning on it happening again or if he was one of those "girls are one trick ponies" type of guys, but she didn't really know which one she preferred. She had just been talking to Lexi about how she wanted just a casual thing and who knows, maybe Scott was the answer to her prayers. For a brief moment the thought of Sam flickered through her mind, but only because she had a temporary notice of what his reaction could be, even though the two of them hadn't really been together. She'd probably end up talking to Lex about it later since she had to text her new roomie about bringing her some clothes the next morning, anyway. None of that mattered in the moment, though, because Kitty was hooking up with a total hottie who had just made her see fireworks and all she wanted was to show him the same. He tasted amazing, he looked amazing, his sounds were incredible. Scott Evans was the total package for the hook-up of a lifetime, just as he advertised. Who knew how true his words could have been? She was pulling out all the stops and they were working in her favor because with reactions like biting his own hand, whispering sharp words, and moans? Yeah, it had to be going well. He was probably going to come any second and Kitty was ready for it, sucking at him again and again to try to get him off. But then, all of a sudden, her partner was moving and Kitty let him fall from her mouth with an audible *pop* again. Her face was the picture of surprise as Scott brought their lips back together, but she eased into it right away. Her legs straddled his hips and she giggled against his lips, "Is this the part where I give you mouth to mouth?" She laid her forearms on either side of his head and kept their lips together, even as her lower half shifted until she felt his length slide against her center -- still slick and warm. She wouldn't do anything more until he gave her the go (she was protected, but maybe he was a condom guy), but just feeling him hard between her folds was enough to send shivers down her arms and legs all over again. Kitty pulled back and stared at him with warm eyes, "Don't die on me yet, babes."

Scott had thought the entire situation through so many times before Kitty had arrived for what had turned out to be the most amazing time of his life. There was a connection between him and Kitty, there was no need to question it, and Scott wasn't that stupid. He had felt something with the girl; he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but he knew for sure that it was chemistry. Sure they could tease each other, not only sexually but verbally too. They had bickered over the smallest matters, and attacked each other. It was something that Scott enjoyed; the fact that she could defend herself, talk back at him. It was all something that the boy actually enjoyed. But there was the small problem that Scott was a casual guy - he didn't know if that was what Kitty wanted, especially not after a relationship with Sam, his own brother who he looked like. He had no idea if she wanted to keep it casual or if he reminded her too much about Sam, and she just used Scott because she missed him. And then there was the problem that Scott had slept with his brother's ex-girlfriend. It wasn't something that he was proud of, the term in itself. But he had kept to the rules, he couldn't deny it; when Kitty had said that she wasn't doing more than one brother in the family, he had stepped away, trying not to show any interest in her. And then came the truth about how they weren't together, and that if Scott had wanted, they could make out. And it was all so confusing to Scott and he had absolutely no idea what to do, except for forget about it while he was in the moment with Kitty, and deal with it later. So that was what he did. It wasn't that difficult anyway, watching the girl move on top to straddle him. Grinning, Scott placed his hands on her hips as he laid back down, keeping his eyes on hers. "You can always give me mouth to mouth," His lips ghosted against hers, feeling the vibration from his voice on his own lips, and knew that Kitty had felt it too. Their lips were still pressed together, not as hard as when Scott had leaned in to kiss her, but they were touching and Scott couldn't help but kiss her lower lip softly, as she started to grind her lower half into his. He let out a soft moan, his eyes closing at the feeling of his hard cock just resting there in between her hot and warm folds. Chuckling, he opened his eyes to look into her oh-so inviting eyes. He was pretty sure that if she let him, he could get lost in them. "I won't. At least not until after breakfast, beautiful," He chuckled and kissed her lips again, before sitting up, his hand moving to her back to keep her from falling. Reaching over to his nightstand, he opened the drawer and pulled out a silver pack. "Better safe than sorry, right?" Opening it with his teeth, Scott pulled out the condom and reached down to roll it onto himself. He rolled them around gently, so that he was the one hovering above of her, and leaned down again to capture her lips in a soft, gentle and almost mesmerizing kiss, that he himself got lost in. While kissing her, he grabbed hold of his still hard cock and guided it into the girl's entrance, gently so it wouldn't hurt her.

Kitty didn't really know what to make of the situation between she and Scott, at least when it came to being outside of the bedroom. They had mad chemistry, the wetness between her thighs and the heat of their skin made that more than obvious. Hell, it was probably one of the best hook-ups of her young life and made her thank her lucky stars that she actually took the chance and ignored her rule. That's what the weirdness was, though. The Sam of it all. The only people who knew that she and Sam really hadn't been together were the "couple" themselves and Lexi, at least as far as Kitty knew. She never ended up finding out if Sam had dropped the bomb on anyone else that their thing was a dud. But still... they had been hooking up at the least. And she never admitted it to herself and she would never say it aloud to anyone, but there were some weird feelings with him. Feelings that made her want to stay away in case they proved to be something that might just hurt her in the end. Sam said he wasn't the hook-up type of guy, though. He was boyfriend material without the time, and Scott wanted the opposite. He wanted what she wanted and in the end that's what mattered, right? Besides, they bantered, they talked, they had a good time before the bedroom. It wasn't like some grimy exchange of orgasms. It all just felt like justification and Kitty knew that things might feel different in the morning, but she was busy feeling how good it was to have Scott underneath her and to feel his hands on her and his lips --- his kiss. She couldn't enjoy it for too long, though, because then he was rolling them over after he got the condom on and Kitty's breathing sped up just a little with anticipation. He really knew how to make the girl want it. She lost herself in his kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, a hand locked in his hair as the other pressed against his back. His skin was damp just as hers was and she loved it, she loved how well they moved together and made each other so warm and so involved in all of it. Kitty felt him press against her and soon he was pushing and all she felt was goodness. Her lips broke from his and her head tipped back into the pillow with a long, long moan sounding out. It lasted until he was to the hilt and she felt so incredibly full. A satisfied smile spread on her lips and she blinked open her eyes to look at him with something akin to a mixture of awe and desire. She couldn't find any words to describe how good that had felt (because to be honest, her trip to the Barbados boys left her with something to be desired...in all sorts of ways), and she moved her hands down to his waist while her lips attack his neck, his shoulder, eventually his own lips again. They weren't messy kisses, though. They weren't rushed or sloppy. They were a calm storm and she sighed against his mouth, her forehead pressed against his cheek, "Okay." It was her signal that she was all good and adjusted, but then a giggle followed and she kissed him again, "Are you still keeping up?"

Scott felt so at peace as he was laying there, resting most of his weight on his arms and legs and feeling Kitty tangle her fingers into his hair. He felt so alive in that moment, as if he could do anything that pleased him -- he truly felt like the king of the world, like the stupid cliché went about. The way her hand felt on his back, her chest against his and their legs tangled together all made up for a tingly feeling inside of Scott's stomach, as if his entire body was buzzing and vibrating. He couldn't help but wonder if Sam had given her that feeling when they had been together. He couldn't help but wonder if they loved each other and now Scott was messing it all up. But he couldn't help but tell himself that Kitty was a big girl and she made her own decisions, either. It wasn't like he had forced her to be with him, it was her own choice. He would've taken no for an answer, and he had started off with doing it. God, the entire dilemma made his stomach turn. Or maybe it was the feeling of being inside of her that made it turn. He didn't know what it was, but it was something that he had never really felt before, so it was a weird feeling. He decided to force the thoughts away and enjoy the moment that he was in with Kitty; he could always think it through while she was asleep, or the day after. Scott pushed himself in slowly, watching the girl beneath him. It was so sexy, watching her face and hearing the moans, and knowing that it was all because of him. Finally, Scott hit a stop and it made him groan out in pleasure when he felt how her walls surrounded his cock just perfectly tight. He closed his eyes because of the feeling, but was pleasantly surprised when he felt Kitty's lips on his skin again. It made him smile softly, liking the attentive personality that she had, which he had only seen that day, when she had kissed his wrist and now covering the skin that she could reach as well. He had discovered new sides of Kitty with their sexual encounter, and Scott was actually happy about it. Opening his eyes, Scott instantly caught hers. He melted into them, a grin covering his lips from hearing her giggle. "I gotta admit, I'm having a bit of trouble," Leaning down he pecked her lips, his hand moving up to remove another strand of hair from her face. "You're definitely a handful. An amazingly sexy handful though," He smirked, his hand moving down to her waist to grip onto them, giving a small thrust. Breathing heavily, Scott's eyes raked over her beautiful face, down to her lips before going back up to her eyes. "You've got gorgeous eyes, has anyone ever told you that?" His voice came out deep and smirking, he leaned again, this time to bite down on her bottom lip. Before she could answer that, Scott started to pull out, only to thrust back in again as fast as he could, and continued to do this a few times.

Kitty sort of wondered what was going on in Scott's mind with the way he was looking at her, but at the same time she liked that she didn't know. Usually Kitty was able to read people like they were books, just one page after another. Maybe it came from the fact that her father's dating pool was a rotating door and her own echoed it -- like father like daughter, right? Or maybe it was something psychological that came from having her whole family tree messed up to the point that it would be better off burnt to the ground. Either way, Kitty thought that being able to click into someone's mind was easy, but she was having trouble with Scott. Then again, trying to get into his mind while they were in the middle of what they were doing wasn't really what she should be focusing on. She had to keep reminding herself about that, but it was normal of her to overthink things. It just usually happened later. Nevertheless, she needed to just focus on the fact that finally their two bodies were connected and it was one of the most exquisite feelings that she had ever had. Somehow their fire-hot tryst had turned a little softer and maybe that was to blame on the fact that he kissed her so nicely or that she liked to rub his back or touch his hair. Either way, it wasn't really anything she had felt before. Usually things were hurried and quick, over in a snap. The only time that someone had taken their time was...well, crap. Maybe it was just an Evans trait. The small thrust that he gave, accompanied by his compliment, made her eyes close and her head tip back all over again. A gasp left her lips and settled into a moan and she tried her best to crack her eyes open and give him eye contact that she knew they were both craving. The way he looked at her made her cheeks warm and her body shiver in a delicious way, enough to make her moan out again without another thrust even being necessary. His voice rang in her ears again and she couldn't help but smile, something real and genuine that was taken away with the touch of his own lips. This man was trying to kill her, she was positive of it. Usually she hated compliments, because really how many times could she be called pretty before it got obnoxious, but there was something about the way he said it. He seemed so genuine. She furrowed her brow and was about to speak when her voice was taken away by sudden and fast thrusts. His hips cracked against hers and she gasped out with each one. Kitty wrapped her legs up around his waist and her face pressed against his shoulder. She was wrapping around him in all ways that she could and she even pressed her lips against his skin and bit, sucked, laved at it with teeth and tongue until there was a deep red mark. It was all she could do to hold onto her sanity against the delicious feelings that balled up in her lower half of her body. Her head fell back against the pillow and her hands moved to either side of his face, thumbs on his cheekbones, and she huffed out quick words, "Maybe you'll be the death of me." She grinned and leaned up to bring their lips together again. She gripped his hips with her legs and waited until there was a slight break in his movements to jerk to the right enough to roll the two of them over. They were only separated for a moment before she sank back down. Her hands moved to his chest to keep herself steady as she started a slow rock down, hips swiveling slightly. "You wanted to see me ride, right?" She grinned down at him and bit her lower lip, nails scratching up and down his chest.

Scott let out tiny moans as he thrusted into the girl, his head dropping to rest on her shoulder, his face pressed into her neck. He took in the scent of her hair, the smell of sex -- the smell of her. God, she smelled amazing. How could a girl like that be so complete in every single way? She had everything; the guts, the sassiness, the beauty, the brains, the sexual drive and she smelled amazing. If Scott wasn't a complicated guy who had those complicated restrictions, he was sure that he was head over heels with her already. But Scott wasn't. He just really enjoyed being with her right there, in that moment. He liked her company and he adored the girl. And to be honest, he wouldn't mind doing this again. Groaning out loud as she started sucking on his skin, his thrusts turned harder. He could feel his hair getting wet and a thin sheet of sweat covered his body. The room smelled like sex; just the way that Scott liked it. The way she clung to him made him realize that they fit together perfectly, despite their height differences. He had her wrapped around his body, and he was sure that he even had her wrapped around his finger as well, after hearing what she told him. He started chuckling breathlessly before his lips got occupied with hers and he easily sunk into the kiss. What surprised him was when she rolled them around, taking back the control that she had lost when Scott had grabbed her in the middle of the blowjob that she had given him. He moaned as she sunk down on his dick, keeping his eyes on her. His mouth opened at the sensation, breathing heavily. "Dear God," The way she bit her lip, the way she scratched his chest, the way she moved so slowly. He grabbed onto her waist, needing to hold on to something. "That's amazing, baby," He whispered, growling at the feeling of the slowness. His hands started roaming around her body, needing to explore it a little further, needing to feel the soft skin on his fingertips.

Kitty was always a fan of taking control of the situation. As much as she loved when her men took the lead and made her feel small and taken care of, there was something truly...delicious, for lack of a better word, about a man surrendering to her in return. It really was all about a balance between the two and Scott seemed to understand just that. The look on his face when she turned them over made her her skin prickle in the most wonderful way, shivers running up and down her spine. It only helped that his hands felt incredible on her skin -- his palms were warm and her skin was overheated and yet felt even hotter with the pads of his fingers running all over her body. Kitty slowly nodded, her hair wildly framing around her face and moving with the subtle thrusts of her hips. She leaned back, moving her hands to his thighs behind her and letting her head fall back to give him an even better view. There really was nothing like watching two bodies come together in the best of ways. She made a particularly hard thrust and stayed down on him to sit back up. Instead of resuming her rhythm, Kitty ran her fingers through her hair to push it away and stared down at him with a hooded gaze. "Just wait..." Her words teased what was to come and she rolled off of him, a sigh of disappointment leaving her lips the second he slipped out, and she leaned to give him a kiss that did just the same as her words. Kneeling on the bed next to him, she carefully turned and threw a leg over him again -- facing away -- and ground her body down against him once more. Turning her head, Kitty looked over her shoulder at him with a sultry gaze and rested her hands between his legs on the bed and then she slowly moved until he pressed into her once more. When she was seated all over again, Kitty resumed the rhythm she had before and upped the pace even, a soft laugh trickling out between her lips, "How's this?"

Scott watched as Kitty rode up and down slowly, his eyebrows furrowing because of the pleasure. The bed bounced up and down with them in it, and his sheets were scattered everywhere; not that he cared. He was so in the moment, he didn't even care if they were being too loud, and his brothers in the fraternity could hear him. He didn't have a care in the world in that moment, where he just watched Kitty ride his dick, his face showing the pleasure of it all. It was a good pace; he could keep his eyes on hers, catch a look from her every now and then and it also wasn't too fast for him to risk hitting his orgasm. He wanted to keep going just a bit more. He knew that once he was ready again later that day, they'd start over and go at it like rabbits again, but for now, he just wanted to enjoy their first time together. As she moved and let her head fall back, her back arched, and Scott took the opportunity to ran his hands up to her breasts, cupping each in one hand. He let his thumbs ghost over her nipples, feeling how damp her skin was which resulted in him licking his lips; she was just so damn sexy. Feeling the hard thrust made Scott groan out an "oof", before he watched her slip off of him. "What are you--?" He was interrupted by the amazing kiss, his hands moving to her hair to tangle his fingers into it. He moved his lips along with hers until she broke the kiss, only to move around on the bed a bit. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion until he saw what was going on, and the confused face turned into a smirking one. It really was a rollercoaster ride that he was on with this girl, and it was the best thing ever. When she was seated and all ready to go, Scott placed his hands on her waist again, needing to feel her skin. And then she started moving up and down on him, feeling every stroke as her walls embraced his cock. "Jesus, it's so good," He moaned out, his eyes closing and his head falling back into his pillows. It was a brand new sensation for Scott, her walls embraced him in a whole other way than they had done before, and it felt so good. "You're so fucking tight, baby," He couldn't help but grip onto her waist tighter, feeling the sensation of it all. It was all too good to be true. "Oh, fuck!" He yelped out, when she hit the right spot, his cock hitting her abdominal wall.

Kitty knew that she was running a bit of a gamble on switching up their position, but she couldn't help it. Nothing sounded much better to her in that moment than running through all of the pages of the book on Kama Sutra with Scott Evans and they were only three positions into it. Still, she was perfectly fine with just riding him until he was giving her everything that he could, even if they were separated by a thin layer of latex. Maybe if they did this again she'd convince him that everything was safe enough to where they didn't need that barrier, but then again it was about more than pregnancy and who knows about their sexual history, right? Either way, a baby was definitely not what her mind should have been focused on. Not when Scott's hands were gripping her skin and spurring her on to move faster and a little harder down against him. She liked the words that were practically dripping from his lips. She could feel exactly what he was talking about -- the tight fit that made everything so, so good and made her forget all about that little rubber that separated them. Every curse made that ball of fire inside of her want to explode, but she wanted just a little more before she could let herself go with whatever her body needed. She straightened back up and ran her fingers through her hair, lifting it from her neck to try to cool herself down as she quickened the pace another fraction. Her hands slid down her body to interlock her fingers with his and gently she pulled him to sit up with her so that she could lay her head back against his shoulder, a mix of a sigh and a laugh flitting from her lips as they pressed against the underside of his jaw. Kitty brought his hands up to her breasts and used them as a personal massager until she was sure that he could be left to his own devices, her hands instead finding a spot up in his hair. A loud moan stretched up from deep in her throat when he hit at a particularly good spot and Kitty tried to keep up her rhythm against it, but all of her muscles were begging for a release and she had to concede to them. She stilled on his lap and took for swiveling in a figure-eight motion, her words damp and hot against his neck, "I need you. Help me, baby."

Scott was in an ecstatic mode, laying there on the bed. He felt a vibration in the base of his cock, knowing that he wasn't going to last long until he'd reach his maximum. His breathing was heavier than it had ever been before, he was sure of it, and his chest heaved up and down while small pearls of sweat formed on it. Scott was sure that if they continued like this the entire night, they'd go through every position there was. He didn't mind that, of course. In fact, the thought of it excited him. He wondered if she'd be up for that. With the way that they had been going at it during this time, he didn't doubt that she'd be up for a few new positions. Either way, he didn't really mind if it was new positions or positions like these -- they were all pleasing Scott in the right way, and with the sounds that Kitty made, he was sure that they pleased her too. The thoughts running through Scott's mind disappeared as she sped up her rhythm, her thrusts going faster, and her hands finding his. He sat up, just like she had motioned for him to, his lips instantly finding her shoulder blade. It was so incredibly hot how she guided his hands where she wanted them and he quickly caught on to what she wanted. He massaged her breasts softly and tenderly, every now and then letting his fingers grace her nipples. He moved his head so he could kiss and lick at her neck instead, biting down on the skin and then pulling away to suck on it. He wanted to leave a mark on her, make sure that she could remember that she was with him that night. He decided to let one hand stay on her breasts but to let the other one travel down her chest and stomach as she started to grind herself into him, instead of thrusting up and down. It made Scott groan against her neck, and when he found her clit, he let go of her skin, his tongue running over the purple spot as his finger started working. "I want you to cum for me," He whispered into her hair, biting down on her earlobe. "Fucking cum."

Kitty could swear that the temperature in the room was turned up to at least two hundred degrees. She knew that if she was in any other situation that she would feel absolutely disgusting. She certainly did whenever she was at practice, but that was also when she was usually covered in dirt and grass with at least four more bruises on each knee. God, she really didn't miss soccer. Well...at least not for those reasons. Regardless, feeling sweaty and sticky was usually not at the top of her list for feeling like a pretty princess. Then again, neither was getting her brains literally screwed out of her, so she supposed that she couldn't be too fussy about some damp skin here or there, especially when Scott was just as involved as she was. Besides, it just made everything so much hotter and dirtier and yeah, she hadn't had a night like that in a long time. He responded so well to her and his palms and the rougher pads of his fingers made her cry out softly, her skin coming alive underneath every touch. She knew that he had just marked her, but she was okay with that. If it was too noticeable then there was always make up right? And she knew that she left her own marks here or there on his skin. She was particularly proud of the one that laid right between his hip and her new favorite part of him. Kitty couldn't hold back any of the noises that flew from her lips anymore. She was chanting his name mixed with a few expressive 'Yes's mixed in -- anything that wasn't covered by a moan was very expressive. Especially when he cursed right into her ear and made her nearly explode on the spot. "Oh fu-...Scott..." She never swore with that word, but it was all just too hot and she needed more but less because she was going to do exactly what he said. Between his hand on her breast and his fingers between her legs and his breath and -- "Scott! Baby, I--ah!". Before she could do much else she was clenching around him, her head back against his shoulder as her back bowed, and she called out in a long moan. It was better than before and she was pretty sure that it was definitely in the top five. Top two. Yeah, it was pretty much one of the best orgasms of her life. Her body felt boneless as she drifted back to the real world, slumped back against Scott with the most sated of grins on her lips.

Scott could feel himself reach an orgasm, and not just a regular one. No, he could feel that the one that was going to hit him would be one of the most powerful ones yet to this date. His stomach was tingling and he knew that he was near; his cock was basically buzzing inside of the girl, just waiting for the right stroke. His mind was focused on his fingers, trying hard to please her in every way as his finger rubbed her clit and his other hand massaging her breast. His lips had a mind of their own, they stayed on her neck, leaving wet kisses every now and then. He didn't even have time to focus on the pleasure that surrounded his cock, because he was so in the mood for letting Kitty hit her orgasm; it was a goal that he had made. He hated being seen as one of those guys who only cared about getting themselves off, and he didn't doubt that Kitty had that view of him before they started. But even though he had already made her reach her climax once already, he wanted to make her reach it again, before he could allow himself to do the same. He did hear her moans and they made him smile, proud of the effect that he had on her, and the way he made her feel. His finger on her clit moved faster, wanting her to cum in his hands, and when he felt her walls tighten around his cock, he knew that that was it for him. "Fuck!" He yelled out, knowing that he was going to climax right there. He stopped his fingers, hearing and feeling Kitty cum, and in that moment he let the white ropes of sperm shoot out of him and into the condom, as he breathed heavily against her neck. "Fuck, baby," Scott groaned, automatically jerking his body into her from the feeling. His eyes closed tightly and he bit down on her skin softly, feeling himself calm down. "I-- Shit," He breathed out, opening his eyes and moving his head to look at Kitty and how she was doing, chuckling at the entire situation. He leaned in to kiss her lips softly, his hand moving from her breast, down to rest on her stomach, and the other moving up to tangle into her hair. "We kept up with each other, didn't we?"

Kitty couldn't believe that she could ever really find Earth again. In the past she would sometimes have to fake the big 'O' and usually if it wasn't that then they definitely weren't close to any of those earth-shattering, world-shaking rumored moments that someone could read about in those cheesy romance books. Only a few times had she ever come close to a moment like that and this one...well this was pretty damn there. Coming back down meant that her breath had to slow down -- something that seemed impossible with how worked up she had gotten -- and she needed to really feel everything around her all over again. The first thing she recognized was Scott's body still beneath her, he was still inside of her, and all of her muscles felt completely spent. Kitty's lazy grin curved up a little wider and she turned her head to accept his kiss. Even when they weren't grinding against each other to get the other off they still molded together well and seemed to just fit in every curve and space. Her lips buzzed and she nodded with a smile, eyes closed to enjoy every second, "Definitely kept up." She took in a deep breath and slowly let it out, just relaxing for a moment before she finally made herself sit up and lean forward enough to slip herself off of him with another sigh. The feeling of so full left and it made a pout settle on her lips as she turned and waited for Scott to deal with the condom. Once it was thrown, Kitty moved to straddle his legs again with her arms looped loosely around his neck. She pressed a series of kisses to his lips, three in a row, and raked her fingers up through his hair. "Mm... Remind me to escort you to the shower when I can actually move again. Lord knows I need it."

Scott had to admit that the orgasm that Kitty had just given him was one of the best ones he had ever experienced. On the top of his head, he couldn't quite remember one that as great as this one. She had definitely rocked his world with her sexy moves and her glorious sounds that had reminded him of something that only angels could produce. He felt so spent, his leg muscles had tensed up throughout his orgasm and his wrist was sore after rubbing and fingering her. But it was all so much worth it, because it had resulted in the best orgasm he would remember for a long time. And it had resulted in Scott finding out that their chemistry was insane, especially sexually. Their bodies fit together in every way, despite the height difference. He liked small girl. It gave him a kind of protective feeling over them. But with Kitty, it was more than just that. He didn't just feel protective over her, but he wanted to impress her and show her what he was made of. He wanted to show her that he told the truth about everything. If being truthful about how he was in bed, he figured that she'd see that he meant it when he had told her that he found her beautiful. The compliment earlier about her eyes? He meant it. He didn't just say those things to get laid, especially not when he was in the middle of getting laid. He got rid of the thoughts when he felt Kitty get up from his lap, his cock slipping out of her. He already missed the feeling of being inside of her. Quickly, he rolled the condom off, tying a knot on it, and throwing it in the bin next to the bed, so he could feel Kitty's body against his again. And when he did, he smiled, his arms instantly moving around her small frame to hold her close into him. He kissed her back, a shiver running down his spine as he felt her fingers thread through his hair and he couldn't help but chuckle after hearing what she said. "Give me about half an hour, and I'll carry you out there," He leaned in to kiss her again, before laying back down on the mattress with the girl still on top of him. His lips moved softly with hers, not eagerly, just slowly and gently while his hand rubbed her back. "I'd like to this again some other day, you know?" Scott whispered against her lips, his other hand moving down to her arm to trace small patterns on her skin with his fingertips, while his eyes looked into hers, searching for some sort of approval of his request.

Kitty 's laugh was cut short by his lips, but it picked right back up when he laid the pair down. She shivered only slightly, the air cooling her damp body enough to leave behind a slight chill, but moving just a little closer to Scott made all the difference. Her legs moved around his, one going between while the other hitched up just a bit on his hip. The slow kisses they exchanged were bringing her closer to Earth still, but making her fly at the same time. Maybe it was the fact that her lips were buzzing thanks to him or maybe he just happened to be a bomb kisser, she didn't know. What she did know was that she would be perfectly okay with just the slow make-out sesh that they were falling into. Until the shower, of course. Her arms prickled with goosebumps where the pads of his fingers traced and she was moving her lips to his jawline when his question hit her ears. He wanted to hook-up again later in life and Kitty's initial reaction was to agree completely. Her kisses were ghost-like against his skin, but she didn't stop until her face was tucked into his neck and she could smell the mix of sex, sweat, and what could either be cologne or bodywash. She hummed for a few seconds and then picked her head up to look at him straight. A hook-up buddy was what she wanted when she started her thing with Sam and then feelings started to get involved on her end. Could the same happen with his identical brother? They were two completely different people, but...neither were bad. Then again, she didn't know Scott all that well. But all of that thinking was what made it all blow up, right? She didn't need to think with her head, she needed to just think with her body -- that's what she wanted. So, with a slow nod and grin to follow, Kitty pressed her lips to his and then laid her chin to his chest, "We could do that."

Scott felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in his stomach when Kitty started moving her lips against his skin, smiling softly as he felt how they barely touched it. It was that attentive trait that she had that just made Scott feel kind of special. Normally when he had done this with a girl, she was getting dressed by now, not wanting to experience the awkward morning-after. He had experienced a few times where the girl spent the night with him, and to be honest, Scott really enjoyed it. He liked the cuddling up to someone under a blanket, spending the night with them and waking up to make them breakfast. It rarely happened because of his reputation now, but when it did, he enjoyed it. So he knew that he was going to enjoy his time with Kitty, even though he knew that they probably weren't going to do a lot of cuddling or sleeping, except for a few hours. She took a long time to answer his question, and that was when the thought about her and Sam hit him again. She probably only used Scott to get Sam out of her head after their break-up, and it was probably just a one-time thing, and she was probably really disgusted with the fact that Scott wanted to keep it casual and do it again. Closing his eyes tightly, he expected the worst answer, feeling kind of embarrassed that he had even asked her that question. Until he felt her lips on his and his eyes opened to look down at her. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he had to take a moment for it to sulk in. Maybe he was that good after all. A pleasantly surprised smile covered his face and he started nodding, letting the answer sink in, before chuckling. "Awesome!"

Kitty pressed her face down into his chest and had to laugh at just how excited he sounded. They were both probably on that post-orgasm glow party that some people related to the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but she didn't care. It was kind of cute to see that he actually look sort of...surprised that she had said yes. The woman always thought that he was a player who had girls practically begging to have the hook-ups with, but she supposed that they were usually so casual that they were either a one time thing or girls were too scared to ask for a second time. It was looking to be like it was going to be a good night, though, and Kitty knew that she would be an idiot to turn it down regardless of how tired she might be in the morning for the week of recruitment planning to begin. No matter what, though, she was just really happy to see that look on his face. It made her feel desired, wanted...even sort of like Scott actually liked having her around even if maybe it was just for a hook-up. She hadn't felt that way or felt like someone felt that way about her in a long time. Kitty rolled over to lay besides him right than straight on top and reached to pull the sheets up around them to shield from the chill of the air conditioned breeze that dried her skin. She bit down on her lip and tangled their legs again, her upper half pressed up against his chest so that her chin could rest right where his heart thumped in his chest. Kitty drew small circles on his chest and moved her eyes around his upper body -- mostly on the marks that she had left behind. From scratch to bite to hickey. She pressed her face into his arm and laughed, actually sort of bashful about how crazy she had gotten in the middle of it all, "You look like I attacked you." Her head tilted back again so she could watch his face before she closed her eyes with a small hum, "Think we have time for a little nap before it happens again in that shower? I'll try to be patient."

Scott honestly liked being with Kitty. Even if it wasn't sexual, and they were just talking, having a go at each other about something and were off bickering about something completely ridiculous, he still liked her company. He didn't really mind if it was sexual or just hanging out, watching a movie or going to the beach, he kind of just felt at peace in her company. He felt that it was easy to talk to her, and it was nice. As the girl moved to the side, Scott moved his arm with her and laid it out on the mattress, so she could rest on it. Smiling, he helped her get the sheets up so they could cover their naked bodies. As she got settled into his body, Scott moved his arm back to trace small patterns on her skin, every now and then drawing something random. He moved his free hand behind his head, resting it on his arm as he stared up at the ceiling, a satisfied smile covering his lips. He had just had some of the best sex in his young life, and he was going to continue having it. How lucky could a guy be. Snapping out of it when he heard Kitty's soft laugh, Scott looked down at her, kind of confused about why she was laughing. Maybe she was just happy, or maybe she had some insane condition that Scott didn't quite know about yet? Thankfully, it didn't take long for her to comment on his purple and blue skin, knowing that it was because of that that she had laughed. He couldn't help but laugh too, reaching down to rub one right above his nipple. "Oh? Well, you should see the other guy," Scott chuckled, pulling the pillow beneath his head closer to his shoulder so he was more comfortable. He could feel his eyes start to droop, the tiredness from the orgasm hitting him slowly, so Kitty's suggestion seemed perfect. "We've got all of the time in the world, so yeah," Sighing, Scott laid his free hand on Kitty's arm, so both of his hands were resting there. He felt so content in that moment.