I slipped my fingers into his waistband and lowered behind him, tugging his pants and briefs over the curve of his seriously perfect ass.
As I moved to kneel behind him, I saw a tattoo come into view high up on the back of his right thigh. Shit, was this the surprise he’d been hinting at earlier when I’d asked? I slowly pulled the material free, and the outline of a star became visible. Not just one, though, because that would be too subtle for Solo. Oh no, he had four of them winding down the back of his muscled thigh to the inside by his knee. As I let the material fall to his feet and drank in the sight of the stars, my cock punched against its confines.
Fuck. That was one seriously hot tattoo, and before I even knew I was going to do it, I rose to my knees, grabbed his naked hips, and leaned in to trace the outline of the star at the center of his thigh with the tip of my tongue.
Solo groaned and glanced over his shoulder at me, and when I aimed my eyes his way and did it again, he flashed me a grin that could rival the devil’s.
“You like?”
I dragged my tongue up the back of his thigh until I could nip at the underside curve of his ass, and then nodded. “Very fucking much.”
I tore my eyes away from his and back to the little surprise I’d just found. I reached out and followed the lines with my fingertip, causing goosebumps to break out over Solo’s skin. Then I dropped my hand, sat back on my heels, and said, “Get your boots and pants out of my way, Mateo.”
33 Solo
A BOSSY PANTHER was now at the top of my all-time fantasy fuck list, and as I kicked out of my boots and the pants and briefs he’d removed for me, I grinned to myself.
His tongue tracing my tattoos had been unexpectedly hot, and so was the vision of him sitting back on his heels at my feet, his eyes roaming over my body like he was wondering where he wanted to touch and taste next.
“Anyfuckingwhere,” I said, answering the unspoken question in the room, and Panther looked up at me with molten eyes. Then he rose to his knees and cupped my ass with his strong hands, plumping them, and I groaned and thrust my hips back.
Seconds later, his mouth grazed my skin, his teeth nipping, and while I loved every damn bite, I needed more, and I needed it now.
“Stop with the fucking foreplay,” I rasped. “I don’t need it.”
Instantly, Panther’s mouth was gone, and I regretted my words. But when I felt him rise behind me, removing my shirt up over my head in the process, I shivered in anticipation.
“My pants pocket.” With my hands still up against the door, I looked down at my discarded clothes. “Left side.”
Panther fished out the condoms and lube I’d been smart enough to bring with me tonight, and then pressed his still-clothed body against mine. He found his way to my ear, sucking my lobe and earring into his mouth, making my cock throb harder, and then lubed fingers were sliding down the crack of my ass.
Yes. Oh God, yes.
With one hand, he pried my cheeks apart, and as his finger found my hot hole and began to massage it for entrance, I angled my torso and pushed back against him.
“Goddamn.” Panther sucked in a breath, his finger firmly inside me, and as he began to move, I said, “Another.”
Two fingers and an orgasm just out of reach…it was torture. Pure, unabashed torture that I was dying for more of, but Panther was keeping just out of reach. I wasn’t kidding when I said fuck the foreplay. I wanted his dick pounding me into the door without abandon, the way I knew he wanted to.
Reaching behind me, I took hold of his erection straining behind his briefs, making Panther gasp.
“Ready, are you?” he said, his cock pulsing in my hand, ready to find its way home.
“I was ready at the bar two weeks ago.”
“Mmm.” Panther’s fingers left my body, and I heard him rip open the condom packet and get himself ready.
“Do it,” I said, bracing my hands higher on the door, angling my ass toward him. “Fuck me until I can’t walk out of here, like you promised.”
Gone was the man holding himself back from what he wanted. In his place there was only an animal lust that begged to be sated, and with one sharp thrust, Panther pushed inside me. Balls deep, his muscles tensed, he stayed flush against me, like the feel of his cock inside was too much and he needed a second to get his bearings.
Then his teeth found the juncture where my neck and shoulder met, and as he bit down, enough to give me a sting of pain that went straight to my dick, he began to move. It wasn’t a slow fuck, but a vicious punch and pull of the hips, one that made my eyes roll to the back of my head and curses fall out of my mouth.