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Solo let out a low, torturous groan, and then a husky chuckle followed.
“Something funny?”
“Mhmm.” He tipped his head back, and when he pumped his hips up, I automatically increased the tempo of my strokes to match him. “I was just thinking how I love being right.”
My fingers stopped moving, but I flexed them around his throbbing erection. When Solo opened his eyes, his lips curved into a sinful smirk I wanted to kiss right off his face.
“You do like to be the aggressor.”
Solo pushed off the rocks then slid his hands up over my shoulders to the back of my neck.
“That’s okay,” he continued, when I said nothing. “As long as you know that I do too.”
Solo’s mouth was on mine before I could respond, his tongue thrusting between my lips as he shoved me back into the solid surface behind me and plastered himself against my body.
A feral sound left me as my eyes fell shut and my tongue slid along his in a fight for dominance. I could feel his pre-cum making a sticky mess of my fingers now, and as he ground his hips against my hand and body, my dick began to throb like a son of a bitch.
“Damn, Grant.” Solo ripped his mouth free, but his hips never slowed, and my entire body vibrated at the use of my real name. “I’ve wanted to do this from the second I saw you.”
I pulled my hand free of his jeans, about to grab his ass and haul him back in so he’d stop talking and keep doing. But before I could, he took hold of my wrist, pulled it up between us, and flicked his tongue along my fingers.
A filthy smile accompanied the bold move, but it was what came out of his mouth next that had me close to coming without any hand to dick contact.
“Hmm, I taste good. Wanna try?”
Hell yes, I did. And I didn’t care how it happened. His fingers in my mouth, his tongue, his cock… All I could think about was how I would just about kill to have the taste of him on my tongue, so I dropped down to my knees in front of him and reached for his open jeans.
“Oh fuck.” Solo looked down at where my knees were now sinking into the sand, and when I curled my fingers around the denim and pulled it out of my way, he reached inside and freed his cock.
From feel alone, I’d known that Solo was long and thick, but seeing his hand run up his length to the flushed, swollen head made my mouth water. I wanted that luscious prick between my lips, wanted to taste it on my tongue, and, more than anything else right then, wanted to watch Solo lose his mind.
I ran my eyes up his tight, compact body, but before I delivered, there was one other thing I wanted.
“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.
27 Solo
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.
