Danger Zone (The Elite Book 1)

by Brooke Blaine

  “Now what, lieutenant?”

  Cocky fucker. I tightened my hold and shoved him forward until he had to turn his head or risk breaking his nose, and when his cheek was pressed up against the door, I crowded in behind him until his ass was cradling my aching cock.

  “I’m going to get these fucking pants out of my way and finally give you what you’ve been asking for since the first time you sat down next to me.”

  Solo pushed back into my body, his eyes full of heat when they found mine. “And what do you think I’ve been asking for?”

  The question was rhetorical, since he’d been pushing for the two of us to get naked for the last couple of weeks, but it seemed Solo liked to use all of his senses when it came to sex.

  I lowered my head and drew my tongue along his cheek. “A hot, hard fucking that’s gonna make it really difficult for you to walk out of here tomorrow.”

  If I thought for one second that that would shut Solo up, I would’ve been wrong.

  “Tomorrow, huh? That’s some stamina you must have.”

  I jacked my hips forward. “God, you’re mouthy.”

  “Hmm, trust me, that’s gonna work in your favor tonight.”

  That wicked hot promise was too much to resist, so I pressed my mouth to his in a hard, uncompromising kiss that had him straining against my hold to get closer. When I raised my head, and he groaned in protest, I smirked.

  “I’m going to hold you to that. Now stand still.”

  “Yes, sir,” Solo said, much like he did at training, then winked at me. Before I was tempted to take his mouth again and teach him a damn lesson, I let go of his wrist and reached for his pants.

  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.

  I’d known it was going to be hot. I’d known it was going to be good. What I hadn’t known was that having Panther inside me was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. He was strong, forceful, and just as greedy as I was, and as he went at me like he’d never fuck again, it was all I could do to keep myself upright.

  “Shit,” Panther growled by my ear, as he brought a hand up and grabbed my shoulder, tugging me back into his body, where he bottomed out and froze. “You’ve got the tightest ass I’ve ever been inside.”

  I tensed and clenched around his shaft, proving him right. Then he wound his other hand around my waist and took hold of my erection.

  “Ahh, shit.” My hips punched forward, sliding me along the thick rod inside me, and when Panther followed, forcing me back up against the door, I braced myself.

  Good thing, too, because in that moment it seemed like anything and everything Panther had been holding back was finally set free. He planted one hand on the door by my head and grabbed my waist with the other, and as he drilled into me over and over at a relentless pace, I closed my eyes and let the sublime feeling of ecstasy take me over.

  This was what I’d wanted ever since I’d seen him walk into that damn bar: his body pummeling mine until I was all but out of my mind with need. As he tensed behind me and thrust as deep inside me as he could get, Panther shouted my name like it was a prayer and came long and hard in my ass.

  As the echo of my name faded into silence, and the hard body behind mine withdrew, I moaned at the loss but turned to lean up against the door. I wanted to see with my own eyes the sexy man who’d just fucked me like there was no tomorrow.

  With my dick still hard, aching from the fucking
but jealous from its lack of participation, I reached down and wrapped my hand around it. Panther stood less than a foot from me, his cheeks flushed, his eyes heavy, his jeans gone but his proper shirt still all neatly buttoned up. He reached down and rolled the condom free, and as he tossed it in the trash and looked back to me, I said, “My fucking turn.”

  34 Panther

  JESUS CHRIST. THAT had been the hottest fuck of my life, but from the look in Solo’s eyes as he turned around to face me, it wasn’t anywhere near over yet. And even though I’d just come long and hard inside him, I could feel the stirring in my cock again, all that pent-up desire still coursing through me.

  How could it not, with a naked Solo facing me, his erection long, thick, and hard, not so patiently waiting its turn for release.

  I hadn’t gotten the full picture of the man before me in all his glory, but looking at him now was unfuckingreal. Strong, muscular thighs that were hiding those sexy tattoos wrapping behind one leg. The corded muscles in his arms that grew taut as he flexed and took a step toward me, the small hoops in his ears winking in the fading light peeking through the closed curtains.

  He stalked toward me like my namesake, and without saying a word, I knew exactly what he’d do next. Solo grabbed hold of my shirt, hauling me in for a kiss so deep that he stole my breath. He flicked open the first two buttons of my shirt, then pulled away and, with both hands, ripped the material down the middle. Buttons went flying as Solo looked up at me.

  “Whoops.”

  He was something else, and I had to laugh at the ballsy way he went about everything.

  “Still like that?” he asked.

  “I don’t hate it.” I shrugged out of the torn shirt, letting it drop to the floor, and then I kicked off my shoes and the pants and briefs that were still around my ankles. “Might be an interesting ride back to the barracks.”

  But Solo wasn’t listening. With my body bare to him, he was too busy taking an eyeful. His hands came up to my chest, running circles around my sensitive nipples with his thumbs before trailing down the ridges of my abs.

  “Your body…” His hands stopped moving as he reached the V of my hips, and then he leaned in, his words a breath on my lips. “I want to destroy it.”

  Before I realized he was going to do it, he shoved me back hard, and as I landed on the bed, he crawled up my body like he was on the prowl.

  Aaand there it was. Officially hard again.

  “I want to feel it tomorrow,” I said, laying down the challenge as I pushed myself up the bed so I was fully on it, and then, because I was feeling especially relaxed after such an explosive orgasm, I added, “Do your worst, lieutenant.”

  Solo growled and planted a hand on either side of my head, then he rolled his hips, dragging his naked cock along the underside of mine.

  “Mmm…” he said, his lips hovering over mine. When I craned up to take them in a kiss, he moved out of reach, shoving me back to the mattress. “I told you, it’s my turn.”

  His arrogant tone made my dick impossibly harder, and when he added, “Put your feet flat on the bed,” it was all I could do not to come.

  Bending my legs, I did as I was told, and when Solo lowered his head and pressed his lips to my nipple, my pulse began to race. He flicked and sucked at the sensitive nub until a low groan rumbled out of me, then he raised his head, grinned at me, and started to kiss his way down my body.

  As he trailed his lips down my sternum and along the ridges of my abs, my body bowed up off the bed to get closer to that teasing mouth. I reached for his head and smoothed my hand over the back of his hair until I had a good grip, then urged him further down. He complied, following the grooves of my body until he was at the V of my leg.

  Solo’s eyes found mine, and the wicked hot desire swirling in them had me bucking my hips up. But the teasing fucker shook his head and said, “Don’t move,” before shifting off the bed.

  A flashback of the night I tossed him out of my room came hurtling back, giving my dick a momentary burst of panic, but when Solo picked up his pants and pulled a condom and packet of lube free, I let out a silent prayer.

  I should’ve known better, really. Solo wouldn’t be going anywhere until he got his, and judging by the impatient cock he was now covering, that involved getting deep inside me.

  As he walked back to the end of the bed and looked down at me, he opened the lube, squeezed its contents into his hand, and then reached down to stroke himself, and holy hell. The sight of Solo getting off on me was a total high. So much so that I widened my stance, reached for my own erection, and mimicked his move.

  “Jesus, Grant. Fuck.”

  Solo’s voice was strained, as though the chain holding him back was close to snapping, and when I bucked my hips up to give him an even better look, a wild light entered his eyes and he climbed up onto the bed.

  With his attention now zeroed in on what he was about to get inside, Solo moved between my bent legs and let go of himself to smooth his hands along the top of my thighs. Then, with his eyes on mine, he drew his hands back up the outside and hooked them under my knees before he tugged me down the bed, closer to him.

  When he reached out to run his slippery fingers over my balls and down to my crack, he said, “Pull your knees back,” and the expression in his eyes dared me to challenge him.

  But not this time. I was too turned on to do anything other than what he said, and as I reached for my knees and pulled them back toward my chest, a rough growl of approval left Solo.

  “Hell yes,” he said as he trailed his fingers down to my desperate hole. It’d been a long time since I’d had a good fucking, but I knew Solo was about to fix that, and I couldn’t wait.

  35 Solo

  I COULDN’T DECIDE which was better—the way Panther looked splayed out beneath me, or the way he felt as I entered him with my fingers. The groan he let out as I stretched his hole, getting him ready for me, was so sensual and so full of need that it spurred me on, faster, deeper, way past the point of wanting to get inside him.

  With his eyes closed and lips parted, Panther was the sexiest bit of sin I’d ever had the pleasure of fucking, and I was going to commit every second of tonight to memory. I hoped like hell this wouldn’t be the last time I had him beneath me, but I wasn’t gonna think about that right now. All I wanted was to give as good as I’d been taken.

  “You’re right.” Panther’s eyes opened and he bit down on his lip. “There’s no need for foreplay tonight.” He clenched himself around my fingers, and he didn’t have to say anything more. I removed my hand and then took my time sliding my dick inside, watching every little emotion cross his face as he took me into his body inch by inch.

  “Oh fuck.” I dropped my head as I went in as deep as I could go, shuddering at the intense pressure and pleasure that made me almost lose my self-control.

  Hell no. That is not happening. Not fucking yet.

  “Feels too good,” Panther murmured, gripping the sheets beside us as I slowly began to move, making sure I wouldn’t be coming too soon. I wasn’t ready for this to end, not when we’d barely just begun.

  With the tip of my cock still inside, I said, “Yes, you fucking do,” and then drove back into him in one solid thrust. The sound he made then as he cried out was so erotic that I knew I would never forget it, and as I continued to tunnel inside him, he gripped my forearms and squeezed.

  “I want everything you’ve got,” he said, his tight hole squeezing my dick like a vise.

  I halted my movements and rose, and then I grabbed the back of one knee and pushed it toward his chest, giving me an even better angle.

  “Let me watch you touch yourself while I fuck you.”

  Panther’s pupils were practically blown, barely any hint of blue to be seen as he reached for his cock and began to stroke.

  “Yesss…” I began to pick up the pace, and the faster I went, the faster he milked his dick. It was a scorching sight, watching the by-the-rules man fall completely apart b
eneath me and because of me. I didn’t think there could be anything hotter in the world than that, until a low groan full of sex vibrated out of him.

  I let go of his leg and came down over the top of him, needing to taste him. As I planted my hands by his head, Panther wrapped his legs around my ass, pulling me deeper inside him.

  Fuck, I could feel my cock throbbing, threatening to explode before I was ready, and when I nipped at his lower lip and Panther automatically opened for me, I shoved my tongue inside and groaned at the taste of him.

  He was the perfect combination of sin, sex, and man, and as he began to writhe under me as though he couldn’t bear to keep still, I sank my fingers into the covers by his head and began to fuck him the way I’d always dreamed of.

  With hard, fast movements, I pounded him into the mattress beneath us, fulfilling the promise I’d made of making him feel it tomorrow, and as I did, Panther slid his arms around my neck and held on for the ride.

  We were as intimately fused as a vine to a tree, each of us entangled tightly around the other. I couldn’t tell where he began and I ended, but when his muscles flexed and tensed under me, and Panther pulled his mouth free, I stared down into those blistering eyes and felt my orgasm skate down my spine to my balls.

  “Favorite fucking mistake ever,” Panther said in a voice that pushed all my buttons, then he arched up and crushed his lips to mine, as I tunneled home one last time.

  36 Panther

  I CRACKED MY eyes open to see bright light peeking through the curtains. I had no idea what time it was, and as I reached for my phone, every muscle in my body cried out in protest.

  “Did I work you too hard?” Solo’s voice, full of gravel, made me turn my head to see him lying on his stomach beside me, his arms wrapped around a pillow and his eyes closed.