“YOU CHEATED.” MY Ducati purred as I slowed to a crawl and pulled in beside Solo’s cherry-red crotch rocket. I cut the engine, swung my leg over the seat, and watched as that wicked tongue that had been in my mouth minutes ago slipped out and slid along his lush lower lip.
“So what if I did?”
I pulled my helmet from my head and secured it on the bike. “Not very sportsmanlike of you.”
As I slowly stalked the man who had just given me one of the most fantastic handjobs of my life, Solo smirked and backed up a step.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was supposed to be playing by a set of rules.”
I stepped up onto the sidewalk as Solo’s back hit the door to my room, and as I kept coming for him, he reached down and adjusted what had to be one hell of a hard-on behind his jeans.
“But if wearetrying to be sportsmanlike”—Solo flashed a shameless grin—“then fair’s fair, and you owe me.”
I planted my hands on either side of his head. “And what exactly do you think I owe you?”
Solo lowered his eyes to my mouth then leaned forward so his lips were by my ear. “You owe me an orgasm that makes my knees give out.”
A shiver raced up my spine and I plastered my body to his. As I slipped the key into the lock, I ground myself up against his erection. Solo groaned, and I said, “Get inside.”
As I turned the door handle and shoved it open, Solo stumbled in. I pulled him in close until he was again head to toe with me. His eyes blazed full of lust and desire, and I lowered my head and scraped my teeth along his stubbled jaw. Solo reached for my arms, his fingers digging into the leather of my jacket, as a rumble of arousal bubbled out of him.
“Fuck, you smell amazing,” I said as I nuzzled under his ear and made my way down to the collar of his jacket. “Like leather and sea salt, and that delicious cologne you wear…” I bent my knees a fraction to take in the intoxicating scent lingering on the V-neck of his shirt.
“Jesus, Panther. My dick’s already hard; you don’t have to take your time here.”
I straightened and rubbed my palm up the front of his jeans. When Solo cursed, I tightened my hand around his stiff cock.
All afternoon I’d been thinking about this moment where I could get him naked and alone, where I could have my way with him, and as that idea settled in, so did the memory of a recent conversation we’d had. A conversation I hadn’t been able to shake. A conversation that both intrigued and aroused me.
“What if I want to take all night?”
Solo’s chest rose and fell, his breathing much heavier now as I massaged him through the denim. He reached down to wrap his fingers around my wrist and thrust into my hand, and my dick began to throb.
“Then I hope you got everything you wanted back there at the house, ’cause I’m seconds away from coming in my jeans.”
“You better fucking not.” I nipped at his lower lip. “I have plans for you.”
I released him to undo the button of his jeans, and then reached for my own. “Strip and wait for me on the bed.”
Solo arched an eyebrow. “And where are you going?”
I knew I was being overly bossy, but that was all part of the fantasy. If I suspected for one second that Solo wasn’t into it, I’d call it off. As it was, I’d felt the proof he wasverymuch enjoying himself.
“Solo?”
“Yeah?”
“For once in your life, do what you’re told.” I eyed my bed, then ran a fingertip along his treasure trail. “Get naked and get on my bed. I’ll be back in a second.”
Solo shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed it on one of the chairs in the room, then took his shirt off. He balled it up and tossed it to the floor, and the picture he made in nothing but his boots, open jeans, and dog tags made my erection throb like a motherfucker.
He eyed me as I walked back toward the bathroom, and when I ran into the wall, he chuckled.
“Hurry back, Lieutenant Hardass.” Solo shoved his hand into his open jeans and freed his dick. “I want to make sure I’m following your orders to atee.”
Fucking Solo. Just when I thought I had the upper hand with him, he managed to take it right back. Not that I was surprised. He was the sexiest, ballsiest fucker I knew—and lucky me, he was all mine.
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