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That was just the way it was now with Panther. Every time we touched, every time we kissed, the connection we’d forged grew stronger, and the hunger intensified. I’d never had that happen before. Never had the desire to keep coming back to the same person over and over again. But with him, everything was different.
The sound of a handle turning made me refocus. The bathroom door opened and Panther stepped out naked as the day he was born. My hand tightened at the root of my dick in an effort not to come from the sight of him.
Fuck me, he was hot. His tight, toned body had muscles rippling all over it. As he began to walk into the room, my hand automatically began to move again. Jesus. I wanted that body over me, inside me, fucking me, until I couldn’t move.
Panther stopped by the set of drawers on the far wall, and took a nice, long look at the X-rated picture I made, then he smirked and tossed the bottle of lube he held in the air, catching it on the downfall.
“Very good, Lieutenant Morgan. I’m pleased to note you can follow orders.”
Shit, this little game was just as hot as the jaw-dropping visual he made standing there—and that was before he pulled out a blindfold.
Where the hell had he gotten that from?
“Now, let’s see if you can live up to my high expectations…”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck.
“Expectations?”
I wasn’t sure what was pounding harder, my heart or my cock. But when Panther stopped by the bed and tossed the bottle of lube by my side, my dick jerked and pre-cum coated my palm, and I had my answer.
He leaned down and brushed his lips over mine. “I want to see if you are as talented blindfolded as I think you are.”
I groaned and reached for him, but Panther quickly moved away. Then he dangled the black blindfold on one of his fingers. “You game?”
Fuck yes. Though it was a shame I wasn’t going to be able to stare at that rock-hard body as it pounded into mine. “Give it to me.”
Panther dropped the soft fabric on my chest. I placed it over my eyes and made sure the elastic at the back was holding it firmly in place. At the loss of my vision, my other senses began to kick in, and the first thing I noticed was the distinct sound of Panther moving away from me.
“Where are you going?” When I got no response, I added, “This isn’t some kind of joke like last time, is it? Where you tie me to the bed, blindfold me, and then run off?”
The footsteps stopped, and then Panther’s deep voice filled the room and sent a rush of adrenaline through my veins. “No. This is where I give you the bottle of lube and watch you stretch yourself for my cock.”
“Fuck.”
Panther chuckled, then I felt him place the bottle in my hand. “Do this for me, and we will.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I felt around the bottle for the top and uncapped it, then poured a liberal amount in my hand and then refastened it and tossed it—thump—on the floor, apparently.
Oh well, I didn’t care. This wasn’t going to take long, as far as I was concerned, and when I bent my legs and placed my feet on the mattress, Panther growled, letting me know I wasn’t the only one thinking that.
I slid my slick hand down over my stiff dick, and as my fingers grazed my balls, I sucked in a breath. Damn, I was so worked up that I had to stop for a second and count back from ten.
“You okay up there?”
I bit down on my lower lip and somehow managed to rein in my desire to get myself off right then. Then I nodded and pumped my hips up, widening my straddle a fraction.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Panther muttered, and the satisfaction I felt was enough to keep my head in the game.
“Oh I’m real good up here.” I flitted my fingers down the tight skin of my perineum, then back up to cradle my balls. “Just feeling my way through this since I can’t, you know…see.”
I could hear Panther’s breathing become heavier and more rapid as I again trailed my fingers down to my hole. Then, just as I was about to tease him again, he issued his next order.
“Get ’em in you, Mateo.”
I swallowed, jacking my hips up off the mattress. When they came back down, I felt the end of the bed dip.
Hell yes, come to me, I thought, as my fingers found my hole and I imagined Panther moving up the bed between my legs. I pictured his face all strained and serious. His mouth, tight and unsmiling, but not because he was pissed, because he was resisting his own impulse to devour every inch of me. I gave a tortured moan as I pushed the first finger inside me.
