Broken Warrior (The Weavers Circle 1)

Dane’s eyes went wide. “You’d let me do that?”

“Let? I’ll fucking beg you if I must.”

It was all Clay could do to hold back a laugh when Dane hurriedly took off the rest of his clothes.

Oh damn, his body is fine.

He was built lean with wiry muscles, and he had a sparse sprinkling of light-brown hair over his pecs. His nipples were mouth-watering brown orbs that Clay couldn’t wait to get his mouth on.

“I don’t have condoms,” Dane said.

“I’ve got one. Pays to always be safe.” Clay pulled out his wallet and slid the condom out. He hurriedly pulled off the rest of his clothes and stood in front of Dane to let the man look at his body. He’d kept in shape all those months on the road and felt instant relief when he noticed how much Dane liked what he saw. Raw, open desire showed on his rugged face.

In the next instant, Dane’s mouth was on his nipple. Clay’s eyes fell shut, and he shuddered. When Dane started to move down again, he shook his head and pulled him up. “I want you to fuck me.”

This time Dane shuddered, and he ripped open the condom wrapper. Clay handed him a packet of lube as well.

“It’s been a while, so you’ll have to open me up with your fingers.”

“Oh fuck,” Dane moaned. “How is this so damn hot?” He quickly slid on the condom and then covered his fingers with lube.

Clay turned so his front was to the wall, anticipation tightening his gut. He’d meant it. It had been a really long time since he’d bottomed. Out on the road, most of his hookups had been hand jobs and blowjobs—quick stuff to just get off. It had been a good two years since he’d actually felt a dick in his ass. He normally preferred topping, but with Dane, he wanted it all.

A slick finger slid into his ass, and he widened his stance.

“So hot inside. Oh, fuck, my dick is going to feel so good in there.” Dane’s voice wavered with excitement. Another finger glided into him, and he hissed when Dane nailed his prostate.

“Good noise?” Dane asked, laying kisses along his back.

“Great one,” Clay breathed. “Do it again.”

Dane thrust his fingers into Clay again. Clay squeezed his eyes shut, groaned, and moved his ass toward Dane.

“I can’t stop kissing you. Your skin is so smooth and warm.” Dane came up to his neck and opened his mouth over Clay’s nape. “Smell so good.”

“Add a third finger,” Clay whispered.

“You sure?”

“Your dick is bigger, isn’t it? I can’t wait to feel it. Hurry!”

“This isn’t going to last long, dammit. It’s been too long, and you feel so damn good.”

“I’ll feel even better on your cock.”

Dane let out another of those long, rambling moans and followed Clay’s directions. It stung, but in a good way, because Clay was fully invested in this now. He couldn’t wait to feel Dane inside him.

“Now,” he said. “Fuck, I’m so ready.”

Dane leaned against him, kissing his neck over and over. He took Clay’s earlobe into his mouth and sucked as he guided himself into Clay.

Clay pushed out as he took Dane’s tip inside him. The slow glide of the rest of Dane’s cock made him see stars. He clenched around him, and Dane sucked in a deep breath, grabbing his hips. He thrust up inside him.

“Holy hell, it’s so good. So good.”

Dane reached up to turn Clay’s head, and he tried to kiss him, but he was thrusting too earnestly now, his breath hot in Clay’s mouth as he panted. His other hand clutched Clay’s hip hard enough to leave marks, but Clay didn’t care. The man felt so fantastic moving inside him—he’d forgotten how much he liked being on this side of fucking. Dane was hitting his prostate, and he reached down and wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking in time with Dane’s movements.

“Oh, that’s so fucking hot. Stroke yourself.” Dane kissed along his neck and shoulder. He bit on the long muscle there and groaned. “I can’t believe how hot this is. How this feels. It’s unreal.”

“Feels good to me, too. Fuck me, Dane.” He threw his head back, landing on Dane’s shoulder.

Dane wrapped both hands around him, still moving in and out of his body. Small pants and sharp moans kept escaping his lips. He licked a stripe up Clay’s neck before biting again.

Damn, the man was so hot, so passionate, Clay felt dizzy. He jacked himself, feeling his orgasm gathering in his balls. “Gonna come, Dane. Fuck.”

“I want to see it.” Dane pulled out of him and turned so his spine was to the wall. Dane stroked his own cock as his gaze was glued to what Clay was doing. “That’s it. Stroke yourself faster. Come all over me.”

“Fuck, Dane.” Clay leaned over to kiss Dane and before he could shout a warning, he came, streaming rope after rope of cum on Dane’s stomach. His mouth dropped open when Dane scooped some of it up, ripped off the condom, and went back to stroking himself faster and harder. When his body went stiff, his eyes flared open wide as his gaze locked with Clay’s.