It felt like months since I’d had him that night in the hotel, years since that day out by Black Rock Cliffs. But as he stood there now, eyeing me like I was the one thing he’d survived for, I began to slowly stroke myself for him, showing him just how much I liked the view.
Panther took hold of his hardening cock, and as he began to match pace with me, I punched my hips forward, increasing my speed.
Damn, he was gorgeous. That jet-black hair, those fierce blue eyes roving over me, the rippling muscles of his arms bunching and flexing as he milked his cock. How in the world he ever thought he could look weak was beyond me. To me, he’d never looked stronger. He looked like a man who had faced death head-on and come out on the other side alive, and that strength and power made me want to fall to my fucking knees for him.
“Do you know how goddamn sexy you to me look right now?”
Panther gave a deliciously wicked smirk. “Just right now?”
“All the fucking time.” I eyed his cock, the slow way he dragged his palm down the length of it, squeezed the head, and then dragged it back. “But you already know that. Don’t you?”
“Mmm. I might have had some idea.”
“Oh yeah?” I shoved off the door and sauntered over to him. “What gave me away?”
Panther’s eyes lowered to the stiff dick pointing at him. I stopped in front of him and reached for his hips.
“No clue. It couldn’t have been your huge cock.”
As I rocked my hips up against his, eliciting a low moan, I leaned in and dragged my tongue up the side of his neck. “Huge, you say?”
Panther turned his head and reached down between us to circle my dick with his fingers. “Fucking massive.”
I chuckled and nipped at his lower lip. “Sweet talker.”
As I took a step forward, Panther took one back toward the shower stall, then he let me go and leaned in to flick on the water. “Trust me, I’m not thinking anything sweet right now.”
I sidled up close to him again, not willing to let him get too far away, then I lowered my head and scraped my teeth along his jaw. “No?”
“Uhahh…”
“So…you thinking about shutting me up again?”
The fierce hunger swirling in his eyes made my balls tighten and my cock ache. He looked like a starving man sitting down to his favorite meal, and lucky me, I was it.
“Oh yeah, I’m right, aren’t I?” I said, and this time I circled his thick shaft with my hand. “You’re thinking about how good it would feel to shove this between my lips, slide deep inside my mouth, and fuck it until you come down my throat.”
17Panther
THAT MOUTH. THAT dirty fucking mouth of Solo’s was enough to make my knees weak. But I’d be damned if I hit the tiles first today. Solo had been taunting me with the promise of an epic blowjob from the second he’d woken up this morning, and by the end of this little shower session, I planned to get it.
With his hand still wrapped firmly around my shaft, he boldly eye-fucked me as he slid his palm up and down my sensitive flesh, waiting for my next move. So I stepped in under the warm spray of water, where he all but glued himself to my front.
Like a person hypnotized, I watched as the water sluiced down over us, memorizing the lines and grooves it trailed down over Solo’s body, promising myself that one day I would trace them all with my tongue.
But not today—today I had different plans, and while the idea of shoving my dick between Solo’s pouty lips was high on my list of things to do, kissing them needed to come first.
As water droplets clung to his long lashes, I reached up and gripped the back of Solo’s neck, and when I tugged him forward I said, “I want to do all those things to you. But first, I want to taste this smart-talking mouth.”
I lightly traced his lower lip with the tip of my tongue. His sensual moan made me buck my hips forward, and when his hand tightened around me and he angled his head to offer more of himself, I sank my tongue between his lips and lost myself inside him.
My eyes fell shut as the pleasure of touching and tasting him again enveloped me. When he moved against the front of me, my heart began to pound in time with my eager cock.
“Grant…” Solo panted against my mouth, and I could tell by the way his body vibrated that he was feeling the same urgency, that same desire for more.
I dug my fingers into the supple, wet skin at the back of his neck and licked the water from his cheek, then added a slight pressure to my hold and slowly urged him down to his knees.
Angling himself out of the direct line of the spray, Solo kneeled at my feet, where the water pooled and drained away, and aimed his lust-laden eyes up. My dick jerked, eager to get between his lips, and as I wrapped my fingers around myself and offered it up, Solo rose on his knees and placed his hands on my thighs.
