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“Sounds like a challenge.”
“It is. The ‘whose body gives out first’ challenge.”
Panther moved his hands back to my hips as he slowly, torturously pulled out of me. Then he said, “Deal,” and began a relentless pace that made me hold on to the couch for dear life. My fingers flexed and dug into the leather as I braced my feet wide on the floor and reveled in the primal way Panther was letting loose behind me.
A growl that nearly shook the walls of the house rumbled out of Panther as he drilled into me time and time again, gripping my hips so hard that I had no doubt he’d leave bruises behind.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I said, as he gave a particularly savage punch of his hips, and when he bottomed out and held his ground, I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Do you yield?”
The fucker. I opened my eyes and glanced back to see Panther’s narrowed on me, as he canted his hips forward a fraction, making me gasp.
“Asked you a question.”
“Fuck you,” I said, and when Panther’s lips curved into a dangerous smile that made my dick jerk and my ass clench, I had a feeling I was about to get punished for my insolence.
“Fuck me, huh?”
Panther’s eyes ran down my back to where his dick was stretching my ass wide, and when he placed his large palm flat over my tailbone and slowly withdrew, my legs began to shake.
“I think you got that wrong. ’Cause from where I’m standing, it looks an awful lot like I’m fucking you.” Panther surged forward, pounding into me like he was born for that purpose only. Then he grabbed hold of my shoulder and hauled me up straight, plowing as hard and deep as he could go.
“Ahh, fuck. Fuuuck,” I shouted as I arched back into him, his thick length rubbing over my sweet spot in the most unbelievable way, and when he wrapped his arm around my chest and took my hip with the other, it was a miracle I managed to stay on my feet.
Panther’s warm breath washed over my fevered skin as he stood behind me, balls deep, his cock a throbbing reminder of just how much he wanted me. But just in case that wasn’t enough, he scraped his teeth over my lobe and said, “You yield?”
Motherfucker. My chest rose and fell against the arm stretched across it, and as my thighs trembled and my ass tightened around him, I reached for my cock and gave it a rough stroke. “No.”
“Hmm…” Panther said by my ear as he began to roll his hips ever so slightly, and holy mother of God it felt unreal. He nipped at my ear and said, “Maybe you will once my cum is dripping out of you, and all down your legs.”
Filthy fucker. He was gonna kill me.
As I turned to face him, my breath caught. His blue eyes were wild, his expression half animal, half man, and when I said, “Guess we’ll find out,” the sound that left him was feral.
Panther swooped in and took my lips in a bruising kiss, one that sent any thought that was left in my head right out the window, because Panther untamed and set free was a fucking beast, and as he went after what he wanted, I held out for as long as I could, until finally it was too much.
The feel of him, the sounds we were making. The unapologetic way he was using my body to satisfy the hunger that was clawing at him. Everything about this moment, this coming together, was elemental. It was more than I’d ever experienced with another human being, and if I never felt this way again, I could die knowing I’d touched the sky right there in his arms, without getting in a plane to do so.
“Fuck, Solo. Fuck…”
“Come on, give it to me,” I said, wanting that final explosion, needing it. When Panther tensed behind me and shouted out my name, the feel of his climax shooting deep inside me sent my pleasure right over the edge.
As we stood there in the silence of such a tumultuous moment, all of the joking was pushed aside, as was all the one-upmanship, because in this moment between Grant and myself, we knew that both of us had come out on top.
27 Panther
SOMETIME LATER, WE finally made it to the bedroom after several stops along the way. It was as if we hadn’t seen each other in months, when hardly an hour had gone by in the last two weeks that we hadn’t been together.
I didn’t understand how I’d gone so quickly from wanting to rip his head off to wanting to tear off his clothes, but once it happened, there’d been no turning back. The need I felt for Solo bordered on insatiable, and that craving wasn’t easing off—if anything, it was getting worse. Keeping things physical was one thing, but the tug in my gut when I looked at him lately was something else entirely. Something I couldn’t let grow into anything else, because our time here was limited and soon we’d end up on opposite sides of the world. Nothing could survive that. It was best not to even try.
