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.
I drew in an unsteady breath and slid my hands through his hair to the back of his head, and when he pulled his lips off me, a harsh groan escaped my throat. “Fuck me.”
Panther glanced up, and when his lips crooked, I bumped the head of my dick against them. He immediately opened, and this time when I slid inside, he kept his eyes fastened to mine. A soft grunt left him as I tightened my fingers at the back of his head, and as he went to withdraw, I let him go, before urging him to once again take me in his mouth. Panther didn’t protest. He widened his lips, relaxed his shoulders, and let me lead him in one of the hottest blow jobs I’d ever received.
Damn, he was good at this. Sure, the guy might not be telling the world he was out and proud, but he sure as hell knew what he was doing and clearly enjoyed it. Something I soon learned as my hips began to roll forward, my tempo increasing, and Panther slid his hands around to my ass. He grabbed hold of me, and as he swallowed me down once again, he took me so deep that his nose nuzzled up against the trimmed hair around the base of my cock.
“Christ,” I said, and dropped my head back, pumping in and out of the most talented mouth I’d ever been inside, and suddenly that wasn’t enough. I looked down at where Panther’s cheeks were hollowed in and his lips were stretched taut around my base and pulled out.
My rock-hard erection throbbed in protest, as Panther’s molten gaze found mine, his cheeks flushed with desire. I grabbed a handful of his shirt and urged him to his feet, and he was up and pulling me into his body before either of us could think beyond getting our hands on the other.
As his lips crashed down on mine, I quickly unfastened his jeans and got my hands inside the denim.
Panther pulled his mouth free as I squeezed and stroked the hot dick in my hand, then he bucked forward and growled, “Jesus, Mateo. Harder.”
I did exactly what he asked, then leaned forward and scraped my teeth along his jaw. “That better?”
“Fuck yes.”
As I crowded him back against the rocks, I shifted slightly so I was straddled over his thigh. This way I could continue getting him off, while at the same time getting my own. Something I made him highly aware of as I began to rub my leaking cock all over his leg.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I whispered by his ear, as I moved my hand up and down in time to my grinding hips.
Panther grabbed my ass and tugged me as close as he could get me, and when he turned his head so he could get to my lips, he said, “You drive me crazy.”
I bit down on his lower lip and drew it between my teeth, before freeing him and whispering, “I know.” Then I slammed my mouth against his and took what I’d always wanted from him—everything.
I shoved my tongue inside his mouth and savored the taste of myself there, and as I moaned, Panther fucked into my hand with a vicious punch and pull of his hips. He was getting close, getting off on the sheer rush of what we were doing and where, and as the two of us raced to this new finish line we’d set for one another, we reveled in the delicious high of finally touching, of possibly being caught.
My hands were down his jeans, his mouth was devouring mine, and I was all but fucking his leg in broad daylight with my jeans tugged down under my bare ass. It was a risky, stupid move that could land us both in a shit-ton of trouble, but when Panther tensed in my hands and hot jets of cum shot from his stiff cock, I didn’t give a flying fuck. I was ready to risk it all.
My reputation, my job, my spot in the most prestigious flight academy in the world, as long as I got to finally—
“Oh fuuuck…”
—come with Panther.
A shiver raced down my spine and I came in direct response to his fierce unraveling, and as my body vibrated, I raised my eyes to see Panther looking at me, those blue eyes now soft, satisfied, as he squeezed my ass and—holy shit—grinned at me.
“You going to leave your hands in my jeans all afternoon?”
I blinked once, twice, and then somehow managed to relocate my brain. “Doesn’t seem like a bad idea to me. Plus, you’re still feeling me up, so fair’s fair if you ask me.”
Panther’s fingers tightened, digging into the curve of my ass. “That was—”
“Fucking hot?”
Panther’s eyes lowered to my mouth, and he nodded. “Mhmm.”
“I told you.”
“I never said it wouldn’t be hot.” Panther smoothed his hands over my bare skin and then reached for my jeans to tug them up. “I said it would be a mistake.”
I stepped away from him, sensing the moment was coming to an end, and as Panther zipped up, I did the same, following him back to where we’d left our bikes. Once we were there, I pulled my helmet on in silence, and as I straddled my Yamaha, I looked over to Panther.
“Hey, by the way.” Panther glanced at me as I gunned the engine. “Just so you know, I have a feeling you’re going to be my favorite mistake ever.” Then I gunned it out of the lot and headed back to base, letting Panther make of that what he would.
28 Panther
THE NEXT MORNING I was zipping up my flight suit, getting ready for the day, when I heard Solo’s laugh echoing in the hall outside the locker room. I’d barely slept last night, too busy thinking about what we’d done on the beach. I had wanted it, God knows I’d wanted it, but the harsh reality was that I’d let go of my control in a public place, where anyone could’ve seen us. My adrenaline rush had taken over, and before I could think too much about the consequences, I’d dropped to my knees for a taste of the man I’d been denying.
I couldn’t say I regretted it, though. Even though I was conflicted, remembering the way we’d kissed, the way all the tension had left my body as we’d come together against the cliffs… Shit. I was practically hard just thinking about it. And even though I shouldn’t, I wanted more.
“What are you smilin’ about?” Houdini said, popping open his locker beside me. “I woulda thought it was ’cause ya done killed Solo after what happened yesterday, but I just saw him, so…”
“Just ready to kick your ass in the hop today, is all.”
Houdini snorted and kicked his shoes into the locker. “Like that’s gonna happen. Besides, I saw the pairings for today on Levy’s desk, and you’ve got Alphabet.”
“Lucky for you.” I chanced a look over my shoulder to see Solo and Gucci giving each other shit in much the same way Houdini and I did. As Solo mouthed off to something his friend said, his eyes caught mine, lighting up, and causing him to falter for a second. That momentary hesitation made Gucci look around, and I quickly turned away. The last thing I needed was the gossip mill to start churning, and I prayed Solo would know better than to tell anyone about yesterday.
I was grabbing my Aviators out of the locker when I heard that all-too-familiar voice behind me.
“Hey.” Solo, still casually decked out in jeans and his motorcycle jacket, tucked his hands into his back pockets and gave me a small smile.
Damn, he looked good. Way too good. His hair was still wet, like he’d showered and put his helmet on straight after, and something about it was so sexy that I had to remind myself where we were so I wouldn’t reach out to touch him.
Knowing there were eyes on us, that others would be listening, I lifted my chin in greeting. “Hey.”
It wasn’t what I wanted to say, just as I could tell there was something more he wanted t
o add, but we let all those words go unspoken between us. What else could be said? Hey, man, enjoyed the epic release yesterday, you? Have time later for a round two?
That wasn’t shit that needed to be out there, and for once, Solo kept his mouth shut. Rocking back on his heels, he nodded at me, that smile still on his face, and then he headed back to his locker to get changed.
It was only then that I noticed how dead quiet it’d gotten in the room, like everyone was holding their breath. Oh, right. They were waiting to see if we’d kill each other. After all, we’d left the base yesterday on a rampage, so it would only make sense that we’d be throwing jabs and insults each other’s way now.
Only we hadn’t. He’d smiled. God only knew what was going through everyone’s heads.
“What the hell just happened?” Houdini whispered, but it was so silent that I wouldn’t have been surprised if Solo heard it across the room. “Why’s he being so…nice?”
There was only one way to play this thing if I wanted to throw off the scent, and if Solo was smart, he’d go along with it.
“I beat his ass,” I said, grabbing my notebook and kicking my locker closed. “That’s all you need to know.”
As I walked away, I threw on my shades, and when I passed Solo, he smirked. Okay, so we’d both kicked each other’s asses yesterday—and reaped the rewards for it—but no one needed to know the details.
THE INSTRUCTORS HAD tossed the schedule out today, giving us a briefing first thing in the morning before throwing us into the day’s hop. It’d been an individual ride, no partners, every man or woman for themselves. I’d gone head to head with Alphabet, a nice enough guy with a name that no one could pronounce, hence his call sign. While he was an excellent pilot, it hadn’t taken me long to lock guns on him, giving me the fastest win of the day.
He was still spouting off as we sat at one of the long tables in the mess hall. Pair by pair the others joined us, half of them on a winning high and the other half either dejected or in denial about losing. The massive grin on Solo’s face as he entered with Utah glaring behind him told me all I needed to know about who’d won that round.
“You were right, Panther.” Utah yanked a chair out from the end of the table and flopped down into it. “This one’s a shady motherfucker.”
Solo’s cocky expression didn’t change as he walked past us toward the food. “All I heard is thank you, Solo, can I have another?” He shot me a wink and then grabbed a tray, and I shook my head at Utah.
“You were expecting him to play fair? After yesterday? Then you deserved to lose.”
Across the table, Houdini raised an eyebrow. “You defendin’ him now?”
“No. I’m just saying he’ll do whatever it takes to win, and we’ve all seen it.”
“Does that mean you’re admitting he’s better than you?” Whiplash asked, leaning forward where she sat beside Houdini.
“That’s what you got from what I just said?”
“Oh, come on, Panther. Tell them how much you enjoy when I do whatever it takes to win,” Solo said, dropping his tray down beside Whiplash.
“About as much as I like a nail through my foot,” I replied.
“So you like a little pain with your pleasure.” Solo waggled his brows. “Good to know. I’ll make sure it hurts next time.”
“I don’t know how you’re still talking today,” Whiplash said. “I would’ve thought Panther had permanently knocked your jaw off its hinges yesterday.”
“I gave as good as I got. Mine hurts a little, but maybe ask Panther how his is feeling today.”
I almost choked on my fry, and after I swallowed it down and took a swig of water, I said, “My jaw’s just fine.”
“You sure? It’s not a little tense? I went at you pretty hard.”
Fuckin’ hell. “Obviously I can handle it.”
“Ooooh.” Solo’s cheeky grin made my heart thump harder. “We’re back to that pain and pleasure thing, huh?”
Chuckles rang out down the table, and I rolled my eyes and took a big bite of my lunch. It was that or I’d keep running my mouth, and staying silent had always worked for me before.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the way Solo rolled.
29 Solo
I HAD TO say, I more than enjoyed a little double entendre, and I liked it even more when it came out of Panther’s mouth. That same mouth that I’d gotten off to several times over the course of my hour-long shower that morning, thinking about the way he’d sucked me down like he’d never tasted anything better.
Fuck, that was hot.
Across from me, Phantom shook his head. “Seriously thought he was gonna kill you yesterday, man. There was hellfire coming out of his eyes.”
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
He dipped a fry into a mound of ketchup and popped it in his mouth. Around chews he said, “It’s either brave or a death wish to go after the favorite. Can’t figure out which yet.”
The favorite, huh? “Says who?”
“Says me—”
“No, I mean who’s he the favorite of?”
Phantom wiped his mouth and tossed the napkin on his tray. “If you think Captain Hughes’s son doesn’t have this in the bag, then you’re clearly delusional.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Panther freeze. He clearly heard what Phantom was laying down, but he was choosing not to say anything.
I didn’t play quiet too well.
“How’s your eyesight, Phantom?” I asked.
“Perfect, as mandated. Why?”
“Just curious, since you seem to have somehow missed the beatdown I gave to Lieutenant Hughes in the sky yesterday.” I swallowed some of my water and shrugged. “Maybe you should be calling me the favorite.”
“You? The favorite?” Gucci snickered. “Hell would freeze over first.”
“It could happen. Climate change and all.” Feeling Panther’s gaze on me, I looked over to where he was slowly unclenching his mangled roll. His face had reddened slightly, and he seemed to be trying to get himself under control, maybe forcing himself not to walk over to Phantom and bash his head with a tray. As he took a deep breath, he gave me the subtlest of nods and then reached for his drink.
“Oh shit, you guys.” Whiplash gaped at her watch, her barely eaten wrap dropping onto the tray. “We gotta go.” As she jumped to her feet so fast her chair fell back, the rest of us stared at her until she said, “We’re late. It’s two after.”
Chaos erupted, all of us scrambling out of our seats, curses ringing out as we realized we were in for some serious shit for missing even a few seconds of our training class. It was a race through the halls, but my mind wandered, an idea forming that had nothing to do with what we’d be learning from Commander Levy today.
As the rest of my fellow officers filed into the room, I hung back, and before Panther could follow the others, I blocked his path.
“Can I talk to you?”
“Yes, but not right now,” he said, but before he could move past me to open the door, I stepped in front of him.
“What’s the rush? We’re already late.”
Panther hesitated and then gestured for me to go on, and I felt a small victory at making him break a rule.
“You like Mexican food?”
His brow furrowed. “That’s what you’re making us late for? To find out my food preferences?”
“Another minute isn’t gonna kill us. So…?”
Panther rubbed his forehead and sighed. “Yeah, I like Mexican food, why?”
“I’ll be at Salsa’s off Boundary around six.”
Seconds passed as Panther stared at me like he was waiting for the shoe to drop. “Is that your way of asking me to go?”
“Why else would I tell you?”
“Well, you could ask me.” Amusement played on his face, making his lips curve.
“Fine. Maybe you should be at Salsa’s off Boundary at six.”
“I think I’m busy then.” Panther moved past me, but before he
could open the door, I grabbed his wrist and made him face me.
“Grant, I’m going to be fucking starving and ready to devour something delicious around six, and I’d like it if it could be you.” When Panther’s mouth fell open, I smirked. “I mean, I’d like it if you could join me.”
Panther’s eyes dropped to my mouth, and when he swallowed, all I could think about was the way he deep-throated my dick, and damn if that didn’t make me hard right then and there.
It was gonna be fun walking into class with an erection, said no one ever.
“Gentlemen, is there a reason you’re standing outside the classroom instead of in it?”
Panther jerked his arm from my hold.
When I turned around, the newest instructor at NAFTA sighed. “Lieutenant Morgan. Why am I not surprised to see you disrupting the halls?”
“Apologies, commander,” I said. “We were just clearing the air.”
Commander Heinz narrowed her eyes at us over her glasses, and even though she was only about five foot six, she still made it seem somehow like she was looking down at us. “After yesterday’s performance, I would think the two of you would avoid any more confrontations.”
“Less of a confrontation, commander, more of a”—I raised an eyebrow at Panther—“confirmation. I believe Lieutenant Hughes and I have reached a compromise. Isn’t that right, lieutenant?”
Panther eyed me for a beat, making me wait out his answer, and just when I thought he’d disagree, he nodded. “Yes, it looks like we’ve made a deal.”
I let out the breath I’d been holding and then gave Commander Heinz my most charming smile. “See? No punches necessary.”
“Then I suggest you take a seat inside before Commander Levy grounds your plane indefinitely.” She looked at Panther. “Yours too, lieutenant. I doubt your father would like to hear about the continued incidents between you and Lieutenant Morgan.”
“No, he wouldn’t. Apologies, commander.” Panther inclined his head toward her and then glanced at me before heading inside. I took my time following, unable to wipe the grin off my face.
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