“Take off your shirt.”
Solo licked his lips then grabbed a fistful of the material covering his shoulder and drew it up his muscled torso. As the sharp ridges and lines of his abs came into view, I reached between my legs and palmed myself.
Damn he was sexy.
Once the shirt was off, Solo tossed it to the ground, then wrapped his hand around his naked cock and aimed it in my direction.
“Anything else?” His tone was arrogant, smug, and hot as hell, and when I shook my head, he said, “Good. Now open your fucking mouth, Grant.”
My balls tightened, and though my first instinct was to tell him to fuck off, my need to know how he tasted was that much stronger.
So I opened my damn mouth.
27Solo
NEVER HAD I seen a better sight than Grant “Panther” Hughes kneeling at my fucking feet.
Holy shit.
If someone had told me this was how my day was going to end, I would’ve told them they were delusional. But as I stared down at the sexy as hell man moving up to his knees and flicking his tongue over the end of my—ahh, hell yes—dick, I knew I wasn’t imagining this.
How did I know that? Because my imagination hadn’t been this damn good.
From the second I’d climbed off my bike to face off with Panther, the tension between us had been sparking and sizzling like a firecracker in July. Talk about waiting to blow—and not only our tempers.
It was taking everything I had not to shove between his teasing lips and shoot down his throat the way I was dying to. But it seemed he wanted to take his time, so I wasn’t about to make him hurry. If he wanted to suck on me like I was candy, then I wasn’t about to stop him.
Just as that thought entered my head, Panther drew the head of my cock between his lips and sucked, making my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head.God, that felt unreal, and as I dug my feet into the sand for better balance, he put his strong hand on my thigh to steady himself, before he lowered his head and swallowed me so deep that I could’ve sworn I was halfway down his throat.
I drew in an unsteady breath and slid my hands through his hair to the back of his head, and when he pulled his lips off me, a harsh groan escaped my throat. “Fuck me.”
Panther glanced up, and when his lips crooked, I bumped the head of my dick against them. He immediately opened, and this time when I slid inside, he kept his eyes fastened to mine. A soft grunt left him as I tightened my fingers at the back of his head, and as he went to withdraw, I let him go, before urging him to once again take me in his mouth. Panther didn’t protest. He widened his lips, relaxed his shoulders, and let me lead him in one of the hottest blow jobs I’d ever received.
Damn, he was good at this. Sure, the guy might not be telling the world he was out and proud, but he sure as hell knew what he was doing and clearly enjoyed it. Something I soon learned as my hips began to roll forward, my tempo increasing, and Panther slid his hands around to my ass. He grabbed hold of me, and as he swallowed me down once again, he took me so deep that his nose nuzzled up against the trimmed hair around the base of my cock.
“Christ,” I said, and dropped my head back, pumping in and out of the most talented mouth I’d ever been inside, and suddenly that wasn’t enough. I looked down at where Panther’s cheeks were hollowed in and his lips were stretched taut around my base and pulled out.
My rock-hard erection throbbed in protest, as Panther’s molten gaze found mine, his cheeks flushed with desire. I grabbed a handful of his shirt and urged him to his feet, and he was up and pulling me into his body before either of us could think beyond getting our hands on the other.
As his lips crashed down on mine, I quickly unfastened his jeans and got my hands inside the denim.
Panther pulled his mouth free as I squeezed and stroked the hot dick in my hand, then he bucked forward and growled, “Jesus, Mateo. Harder.”
I did exactly what he asked, then leaned forward and scraped my teeth along his jaw. “That better?”
“Fuck yes.”
As I crowded him back against the rocks, I shifted slightly so I was straddled over his thigh. This way I could continue getting him off, while at the same time getting my own. Something I made him highly aware of as I began to rub my leaking cock all over his leg.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I whispered by his ear, as I moved my hand up and down in time to my grinding hips.
Panther grabbed my ass and tugged me as close as he could get me, and when he turned his head so he could get to my lips, he said, “You drive me crazy.”
I bit down on his lower lip and drew it between my teeth, before freeing him and whispering, “I know.” Then I slammed my mouth against his and took what I’d always wanted from him—everything.
I shoved my tongue inside his mouth and savored the taste of myself there, and as I moaned, Panther fucked into my hand with a vicious punch and pull of his hips. He was getting close, getting off on the sheer rush of what we were doing and where, and as the two of us raced to this new finish line we’d set for one another, we reveled in the delicious high of finally touching, of possibly being caught.
My hands were down his jeans, his mouth was devouring mine, and I was all but fucking his leg in broad daylight with my jeans tugged down under my bare ass. It was a risky, stupid move that could land us both in a shit-ton of trouble, but when Panther tensed in my hands and hot jets of cum shot from his stiff cock, I didn’t give a flying fuck. I was ready to risk it all.
