Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle #3) - Jocelynn Drake Page 0,63

washed over him as he spilled his load.

They stood there, panting against each other; then Cort grabbed his head and kissed him, this time a lazy satiated kiss that made Grey’s toes curl in his shoes. “That was amazing,” Cort whispered.

“Yeah,” Grey exhaled, trying to catch his breath. He brushed his mouth over Cort’s again and again. “Now we both need a shower.”

Cort let him go and stepped away. Grey started to walk toward the bathroom, but his sweat pants hampered his effort. He cursed and bent to tug them and his underwear the rest of the way off. He carried them into the bathroom, feeling Cort’s gaze on his ass. He shot a grin over his shoulder.

“That is one fine ass you have.” Hands cupped his cheeks and Grey stopped walking as Cort massaged them. “You ever bottom, Grey?”

“Love it. Love it both ways.”

Cort growled and tightened his fingers on Grey’s ass. “I’ll need to get condoms because I want this pretty badly.”

“Don’t need condoms. I’m immortal, remember?”

“I’ve never gone bare before,” Cort said in a throaty voice, obviously turned-on by the idea. “First, a shower. I’m sick of feeling slippery.”

“You think you are! I’m the one who got covered with the damn stuff.” Grey chuckled and tugged off his T-shirt. He was naked with a man he couldn’t see and instead of feeling strange about, it just felt natural. He felt comfortable with Cort, and Grey knew he was in shape from running—though he hadn’t done that since he’d lost his sight.

Grey turned and twisted the knob in the shower. “Hope you like it hot,” he said as he waited for the water to heat.

“The hotter the better.”

When it was the temperature Grey liked, he stepped into the small tub and reached for the shampoo. It was going to take a lot to get all the oil out of his hair. He heard Cort step into the tub with him, and Cort reached past him for the soap. They brushed against each other as they washed. He rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and grimaced when he realized it would take at least one more time to get out all the oil. He started scrubbing his hair again.

“Here, let me help.” Cort’s hands slid into his hair and he chuckled as he paused to grab more shampoo. “This stuff is tenacious.”

“Worked nice as lube, though.”

“That it did.” Cort kissed the corner of his mouth. “Let’s rinse again.”

Grey ducked under the shower head, enjoying the feel of Cort’s fingers threading through his hair.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” Cort whispered as he ran his hands down Grey’s chest. “You should just stay naked.”

“Pretty sure my friends wouldn’t appreciate that.”

“Your friends are all gay. Trust me, they would.” Cort released a low laugh as his hand wrapped around Grey’s erect dick. “What stamina you have.”

“You do that to me.” Grey gasped when Cort suddenly dropped, his knees bumping into Grey’s feet.

“Let’s see if you still taste of olive oil.” Cort took Grey’s dick into his mouth, licking around the head. “Mmmm,” he murmured, his voice vibrating on Grey’s erection.

Grey hadn’t had a chance to soap himself up, and he was sure he tasted like oil. He hoped Cort liked it, because he wasn’t pulling him off to wash for anything. Cort’s mouth was hot and wet, and the suction was damn perfect as he took Grey in deep. The tip of his cock hit Cort’s throat, and the man swallowed around him, making Grey cry out. He braced one hand on the wall, water pouring down his back. He lightly pumped his hips, thrusting into that amazing mouth, eyes rolling into his head. Cupping the side of Cort’s head, Grey loved the feel of his hair against his palm, loved the tight clasp of his mouth. Everything seemed so much more intense without his sight, all his senses gathered in his dick.

Cort pulled off until just the tip was between his lips, swirling his tongue around the head, before taking him again.

Grey gasped, water going into his eyes and mouth. He sputtered and took his hand off the wall to wipe the water off his face. Cort started bobbing his head, and Grey’s control snapped. He thrust deep into Cort’s mouth, the man’s groan telling him that was okay, that he liked it. Still, he murmured an apology for choking Cort as he wrestled for control of his body. But Cort wasn’t letting that happen. He reached around and grasped Grey’s ass