Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle #3) - Jocelynn Drake Page 0,64

cheeks, pressing him deeper into his mouth and throat.

“Cort, I’m gonna come.” He breathed the words through panting gasps.

Cort moaned and sucked him harder.

He couldn’t believe he was going to come again so soon, but the orgasm raced through him and he erupted almost painfully, the pleasure was so profound. He staggered back, his hand slapping onto the wall as he tried to get his balance. Wave after wave washed through him, and he gasped water into his mouth again.

Fuck, Cort had to be drowning down there.

He tugged on Cort’s arms, pulling him up, and ran his hands over Cort’s face, smoothing away the water as Cort took a deep breath. Their mouths came together, and Grey kissed him deeply, tasting himself on the man’s tongue.

He felt Cort’s arm moving and realized he was jerking himself off. Grey stilled his hand and went to his knees.

“I didn’t do that so you’d return the favor,” Cort said.

“I know. Still want to.” He put his hands on Cort’s thighs, then slid one hand up to his cock. He wrapped his fingers around it and aimed it at his mouth, taking the tip between his lips. Cort tasted of soap, but Grey didn’t mind. He licked around the head, teasing him. When he got the whimper of need he’d been working for, he sucked more of that silky cock into his mouth. Cort groaned above him, his hands going to the top of Grey’s head. Water still poured over him, and he blinked it out of his eyes. Cort leaned over him and shut the water off. His hands returned to Grey’s head and he thrust into Grey’s mouth.

Grey suctioned his cheeks, running his tongue over the smooth skin. He laved along the glans, stuck the end of his tongue in Cort’s slit. Cort shouted and pumped his hips. Ooh, he liked that, so Grey did it again, loving the hoarse cries spilling out of Cort. Cort felt so good in his mouth and he sucked harder, bobbing his head and taking Cort as deep as he could. Cort cried out again, a sound of pure pleasure, and damn, Grey’s dick jumped. But he wasn’t interested in getting hard again—not that he even could—no, this was about Cort.

But sucking him was a pleasure itself, especially with how vocal he was. Grey could listen for the different sounds to know when he did something the man liked and he appreciated that so much. He’d never realized how much he relied on his sight to know what a bedmate liked. But sex without his sight was just as good. If anything, the sounds and the smells and the textures were heightened. He had a feeling a lot of it had to do with the man himself. Grey felt connected to him, felt every one of his responses as if they were happening to him. He ran his tongue along that silky flesh, loving the taste and feel of the man.

Cort suddenly went still, and Grey knew he was about to come. He tightened his lips and sucked hard and was rewarded when Cort spilled over his tongue.

“Damn,” Cort breathed out. “Just. Damn.”

“And you said I had stamina,” Grey said as he slowly got to his feet. Now that he wasn’t caught up in a blowjob, he noticed the cold air against his wet skin, and he shivered.

“Let’s get the rest of this oil off. We won’t be fucking anymore anytime soon.”

“Yeah, I think I’ve come enough. For a while anyway.” He grinned, turned the water back on, and reached for the soap. Once done, he grabbed towels he kept on a shelf over the toilet. He handed one to Cort and listened as the man ran the towel over his body. Grey dried himself slowly, feeling lazy now. Lazy and completely satisfied. Sex with Cort blew his mind and now, well, now he just wanted to freaking cuddle the man.

They stepped out of the tub.

“Come into the bedroom with me, and I’ll get you something to wear.”

“My clothes are still here. I’ll just grab some more sweat pants. I suppose we should go to the main house and help clean up. But I think we’ll wait just a few minutes more.”

“Oh, yeah? For what?” Grey asked as he slipped on a pair of boxers.

“For this.” Cort wrapped his arms around Grey and fell onto the bed. “Post-coital hugs. I’m big on them.”

Grey chuckled and hugged Cort to his side. They lay there, wrapped around each