Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle #3) - Jocelynn Drake Page 0,114
making him feel nearly dizzy with desire. He sat up and let go of Cort’s cock, pulling his fingers free. Watching Cort as he slicked himself up, his heart still raced at the excitement thrumming through him. Cort’s dark eyes were hazy with pleasure as he watched what Grey was doing. Pre-cum pearled on the end of his cock and Grey had to close his eyes to try and bring himself under control. He didn’t want this to end as soon as it began.
Cort hooked his arms under his knees, opening himself to Grey’s gaze. Grey brought the head of his dick to that hole and slowly pushed inside, watching Cort to make sure he was okay. Cort’s lips parted, his eyes still flaring wide. Tight heat surrounded his cock, making him hold his breath.
“Feel so damn good.” Grey pushed in deeper.
Cort’s muscles fluttered around him. Grey closed his eyes, overwhelmed by how wonderful it felt to be inside Cort. He quickly opened them, though, wanting to watch as he began pumping harder into Cort. His hips snapped, and Cort’s mouth stayed open as he panted. His beautiful, dark eyes were locked on to Grey and this time, Grey was overwhelmed by the love that swelled in his chest. He leaned over, bracing his hands on either side of Cort’s head.
“Love you,” he whispered.
“Love you, too.” Cort gasped and bucked his hips. “Damn, this feels so incredible. Keep fucking me.”
He rocked his hips faster, sliding in deep. He pulled almost all the way out, stretching muscles and earning a new moan of pleasure. His thighs quivered at the position and he felt the pull in his ass muscles as he pumped harder and harder.
Cort started stroking his dick in time with Grey’s movements. He looked so fucking hot, Grey held his breath for a second and released it in a long whoosh. “Yeah, jack yourself.”
Cort whimpered and gasped, his hips staying on the move. The slick sounds of him pounding into Cort’s ass sent awareness skittering up his spine. He watched as pre-cum formed on the head of Cort’s cock, and he came up on his knees to grab the lube. He coated his hand and took over stroking Cort’s dick. Cort’s chest was shiny with sweat, and the smell of sex permeated the room.
Crying out, Cort’s eyes flew open wide. “Gonna come.”
“Come for me. Come all over me.”
“Ah!” Cort’s head went back, his body going taut as cum pumped from him, shooting all over Grey.
“Yeah!” Grey yelled, his hips snapping faster. He let go of Cort’s dick and grabbed his thighs for leverage as he fucked deep into the man. Cort was clamped around him like a vise. “So good. Oh man, so good.” He kept up the movement of his hips until his own orgasm slammed into him, a wave of pleasure so intense, he gritted his teeth. A long, low moan tore out of him as he came inside of Cort. It went on and on until he squeezed his eyes shut to ride it out.
“Fuck yeah,” Cort breathed.
When his brain came online, he opened his eyes and stared down at the man who had become his world. They grinned at each other, and Grey couldn’t resist kissing him again. “That was so good.”
“I didn’t think it could get any better, but I was wrong.” Cort stroked Grey’s hair off his face. “Just think, we will be doing this for a long, long time. I almost can’t wait for the next time.”
“If our friends weren’t making a celebratory dinner, I’d be bending over this bed for you in a few minutes.”
“Later,” Cort whispered on a groan. “Promise you’ll do that later.”
“I promise.”
Grey got off the bed and went into the bathroom for a rag. He cleaned himself up and wet another rag with warm water to take to Cort. He walked into the room, loving how Cort’s eyes ate up his naked form. He cleaned Cort off, then held the rag to his hole. “Sore? We were pretty rough.”
“A little, but it was worth it. The rag feels good.”
“You’re leaking. That’s so hot.”
“Everything about you is hot.”
Grey tossed the rag onto the floor and stretched out next to Cort, who immediately rolled into him and wrapped an arm around his chest. He caressed Cort’s head, loving the short hair under his palm.
Cort stroked his fingers over Grey’s ribs. “I suppose we should get up and get dressed. Go in and help with dinner.”