Page 13 of Claimed By the Panda
“You like it.” I nipped at his bottom lip.
“Maybe. We still haven’t seen the hot springs. You want to try one of the private pools?”
My heart skipped. “Definitely.”
He sighed and took my hand, visibly adjusting his bulge before walking back out onto the paths where his family’s customers were still milling about. He waved as they walked past, then stopped to talk to an older woman who said something to him in Mandarin. He replied with a cheeky grin, and whatever he said made her laugh and slap him on the shoulder. I wondered what they were saying, but before I could ask he was tugging me awayto a small group of buildings surrounding a steaming pool where a few people relaxed. Jian stopped to talk to someone before leading me to the building farthest from the public pool, and ducking inside.
Jian slid the door closed behind us, and locked it, enclosing us in the small, private room housing a circular stone tub filled with steaming water, sunk into the ground. I barely had time to admire it before Jian’s mouth was on mine, his kiss desperate and hungry. His hands fisted in the fabric of my hoodie, and he yanked it over my head.
My fingers were already working the drawstring of the sweatpants, desperate to be nude, to have my skin against his.
“Watching you in my clothes, looking so fucking pretty and acting so impressed by everything. It’s driving me insane.”
“Good, insane or bad, insane?” I gasped as his teeth scraped down my neck.
He answered by shoving the sweatpants down my legs, leaving me naked and trembling. His eyes darkened as they traveled down my body, lingering on my cock, already hard and leaking against my stomach.
His voice dropped to a register that made my knees weak. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I reached for him, desperate to feel his skin against mine. “Too many clothes.”
Jian stripped, his movements fluid and graceful. Each new inch of revealed skin made my mouth water—the defined muscles of his chest, the ripple of his abs, the V-cut of his hips leading down to his cock. When he finally stood naked before me, I couldn’t help staring. He was magnificent, every part of him powerful and perfect.
“See something you like?” He smirked, but I caught the vulnerability beneath his bravado.
“Everything.” I stepped forward, trailing my fingers down his chest. “I want everything. But also, you’re making me feel skinny and out of shape.”
“Mm, no. You’re perfect as you are, all willowy and slender. Like I might break you in half if I fuck you too hard.”
I beamed up at him. “Nah, I won’t break.”
That was all it took. Jian surged forward, lifting me like I weighed nothing and wrapping my legs around his waist, before stepping into the hot water and sitting on the bench that lined one wall, with me in his lap. The heat enveloped me as his mouth claimed mine again, tongues sliding together in a desperate dance.
My hands roamed over his body, learning every ridge of muscle as our cocks glided together under the water. My earlier orgasm had taken the edge off, but I was already hard again, and Jian was wild and desperate.
“Fuck,” I whimpered against his mouth as I ground down on him. “Jian, please.”
“I mean, since you asked.”
He spun me around, bending me forward over the smooth stone edge of the tub. Water sluiced down my back as he positioned me how he wanted me—ass in the air, face pressed against my forearms, which rested on the warm stone floor, while my legs were still in the water.
“Been thinking about this ass since last night.” His palms slid over my cheeks, spreading them apart. “So fucking perfect and curvy and cute.”
I wiggled my hips, enjoying his sharp intake of breath. “Why don’t you do something about it?”
He did. He gripped my ass and his mouth descended on me without warning, his tongue finding my hole with devastating precision. I jerked forward, a strangled cry escaping my lips as pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt shot through me.
“What are you… Jian? Oh fuck.”
His chuckle rumbled against my skin. “Mm, I want to wreck this tight little hole.”
His tongue circled, teasing sensitive skin.
“Oh wow,” I babbled, pushing back against his face. “Holy fuck, Jian.”
He hummed against me, the vibration adding another layer of sensation as his tongue pushed inside, circling and teasing me. I clutched at the smooth stones, desperate for something to anchor me as he devoured me. My cock hung heavy between my legs, dripping steadily into the water as he worked me open.
Time dissolved into a haze of pleasure. I lost track of everything except the wet heat of his mouth, the strong grip of his hands holding me open, the occasional scrape of teeth that made me jerk and cry out. My thighs trembled from the effort of staying upright, and I found myself begging—for what, I wasn’t sure.
