Page 9 of Claimed By the Panda
“Intimacy?”
He nodded. “It’s science. The number one way fake boyfriends are discovered is when they act weird about casual touches.”
“That’s science?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t lie to you to get more hot-as-fuck kisses.” Cody burst out laughing before he’d even finished his statement.
I bit back a smile and stood, tugging on his hand. “Come on. Let’s take a shower.”
He followed willingly, stumbling a little. I yanked open the shower door and reached in to turn on the water, then turned back to him.
“Why do I just follow you everywhere?” His voice cracked, and his cheeks went pink as I yanked off his shirt. “I think your sexy body is scrambling my brain.”
I didn’t want to admit that my brain was scrambled too. I wasn’t sure if it was his beautiful body or if it was the cheeky way he challenged me at every turn that was doing it for me.
I cleared my throat. “It’s for efficiency. Come on, the water’s warm.” I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs, and tugged, letting the elastic snap against his waist.
He giggled, then pushed the underwear down. He blushed as his cock sprang free, still hard. It was proportionate to his height and build, slender and elegant, curving slightly toward his stomach. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed, framing him perfectly, and he looked delectable. Edible.
Shaking off that weird thought, I pulled him into the shower, sending hot water sluicing over both our bodies, and reaching for the soap.
“Continuing where we left off would work in the shower, too,” he said.
I stared at him for a long moment as I soaped myself, barely holding onto control. “For the intimacy?”
He nodded. “Of course. We wouldn’t want any of them to think we’re awkward around each other in any situation.”
Instead of answering, I set the soap down and backed him against the closest wall and kissed him under the shower’s spray, swallowing his surprised gasp. His hands came up to grip my waist, tentative at first, then more confident as I deepened the kiss.
Ours, my panda growled.No one else touches him. Only us.
This was getting ridiculous. Fucking panda needed to chill out.
I pressed my body against his, our cocks sliding together under the spray. He moaned into my mouth, hips bucking. I reached between us, wrapping my hand around both our lengths, squeezing just tight enough to make him whimper.
I broke the kiss, panting against his neck. “Fuck, Cody. I want to—” I squeezed our cocks together, the sensation making starsburst behind my eyes. We were slick and a little soapy, and the silky slide of him against me was almost enough to make me come right there. “I want to fuck you like the pretty little slut you are.”
He made a broken sound, half moan, half whimper, rutting wildly into my hand. “Please. Yep, I’m a slut. Oh wow, that’s nice.”
The string of words nearly destroyed what little control I had left. I glanced at my watch and groaned. Seven minutes until breakfast.
“We need to get dressed.” I reluctantly released him, stepping back under the spray. “We can’t fuck now.”
He blinked at me, looking dazed and desperately horny, his cock jutting out hard and flushed. Water beaded on his eyelashes, and made his skin shine, accenting his slim muscles. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and the urge to protect and possess him was so strong it scared me.
It wasn’t any kind of fated mojo, though. Just attraction, pure and simple. It wasn’t as if my panda had honed in on Cody specifically among thousands of Halloween partiers.
Yeah. Not that.
“Can we, um. Continue later?” he asked. Then he blushed. “Also, I need to tell you that I’m kind of… No, not kind of. I’m a virgin.”
Fuckity fuck. My panda was fully on board with being the only person who had ever had Cody. He had never been more cheerful about anything in his life, and pandas were decidedly cheerful fuckers.
I stepped out of the shower before the panda made us late for breakfast by taking care of Cody’s virginity right there, and grabbed a towel, drying my chest and back.
“I forgot to soap!” he called after me, and I looked back to see him soaping his pretty cock, moaning softly.
“Stop jerking off and get dressed, or no panda pets.”
