Page 18 of Claimed By the Panda
“Can I...” He trailed off, biting his bottom lip, gaze drifting down my body. “I want to try returning the favor.”
Before I could ask what, he was sliding down my torso, pressing soft kisses to my chest, my ribs, the dip of my navel.
“Remember to be gentle with me,” he said.
His approach was methodical, almost scientific—like he was studying my reactions, cataloging what made me twitch or groan. He started with feather-light touches, trailing his fingers up my inner thighs, watching my cock harden fully under his attention.
“It’s so different from mine,” he murmured, wrapping his hand around the base experimentally. “Thicker. Heavier.”
I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to thrust into his grip. “You gonna narrate the whole time, or you gonna put that mouth to better use?”
He stuck his tongue out at me—the little brat—before leaning down to press a tentative kiss to the base of my shaft. The gentle touch shouldn’t have felt as good as it did, but I had to bite back a moan. He continued with those soft kisses, moving upward with agonizing slowness, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. When he reached the head, he gave it a cautious lick.
“Mmm,” he hummed, looking up at me with wide eyes.
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned, threading my fingers through his damp hair. “Less talking, more sucking.”
He gave me a challenging look, then suddenly wrapped his lips around the head of my cock and sucked hard.
“Fuck!” I jerked upward, unprepared for the hot, wet suction. “Warn a guy next time.”
Cody pulled off with a wet pop, looking far too pleased with himself. “At least I didn’t use teeth.”
“Don’t get cocky,” I growled, but there was no heat behind it. How could there be when he looked so damn fuckable with his swollen lips and mischievous eyes?
My inner panda stirred.Ours, it purred. Only ours.
The possessive surge rushed through me as I reached out and gripped his ass, sliding my finger down his crack. He shifted a little more sideways, granting me access, and I reached for my lube, making sure my fingers were well-slicked before shoving two inside him.
Fuck, he looked sexy with his slender body spit-roasted between my fingers and my cock.
Cody moaned happily as he went back to his exploration, taking me deeper this time, his inexperience obvious in the way he struggled with the girth, in the hesitant bobs of his head. But what he lacked in technique, he made up for with enthusiasm. His tongue swirled around the head, tracing the sensitive ridge underneath, while his hand worked the base in a rhythm that was driving me insane.
“Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” I growled, fucking him with my fingers now as I thrust up into his mouth. “So hot and wet for me. Made for my cock.”
He whimpered around me, eyes fluttering shut in what looked like pure bliss. Was he getting off on this? On being used, on having his mouth filled with my cock and ass filled with my fingers? The thought sent another jolt of heat straight to my groin.
My thrusts became more erratic as I approached the edge. “Gonna come,” I warned, trying to pull back to give him an out.
But instead of pulling off, Cody grabbed my ass harder, forcing me deeper into his throat. He gagged slightly but didn’t let go, his watery eyes locked on mine with determination.
The sight of him so desperate for my cum pushed me over the edge. I came with a roar, emptying myself down his throat in hot pulses. He swallowed as best he could, some escaping the corners of his mouth to dribble down his chin.
I collapsed back against the bed, chest heaving as Cody pulled off with a final lick to the head and a longing glance at my softening cock. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at me with a mix of pride and uncertainty.
“Was that... okay?” he asked, voice raspy from the abuse his throat had taken.
I laughed, unable to help myself. “Okay? Jesus, Cody. For someone who’s never done that before, you’re a fucking natural.”
“I want you back in me,” he whispered, his cheeks reddening. He reached back and held my hand, curling his body so I could reach easily, then leaned forward and gently sucked my softening cock into his mouth, just holding me, keeping me warm.
“Mm, I like that,” I whispered, combing my fingers through his hair.
The understatement made me snort. My inner panda was humming with satisfaction, thoroughly pleased with our claiming.Mate,it insisted.Our mate.
It couldn’t be, could it? The fated mates stuff was all bullshit, really. An excuse to fuck humans when we should have been breeding with our own kind.
“I need you to stay,” I blurted out, the words escaping before I could think them through.
