Broken Warrior (The Weavers Circle 1)

Clay snuggled him close. Of course, the feel of his strong body, the soft scent of his soap and that wonderful smell that was simply Dane had his brain flashing up memories of the last time they’d been this close in the apartment. Of hot skin rubbing together. Dane’s tongue sliding on his cock. His dick began to harden.

He turned and nuzzled into Dane’s soft hair, smiling when the man tilted his head back and pressed their lips together. The kiss lingered, soft and compelling. He pressed Dane’s lips open and slipped his tongue into his mouth. Dane groaned and opened wide for him. He reached up to grip his jaw and take the kiss deeper. Dane turned in his arms and wrapped one of his own around Clay’s neck. The kiss went on and on, and it pulled at something deep inside Clay. He’d never felt this way with another man, the desire so strong and heady. His heart beat fast in his chest.

Dane leaned back and pulled Clay down on top of him. He spread his legs so Clay could lie between them and rub his hard cock along Dane’s through their clothes. He could feel the soft give of the man’s balls, the hard root of his cock, his resilient thighs on either side of his own. Strong arms curled around him as fingers dug into his spine.

Clay pulled their mouths apart, their breaths mingling. “Fuck, Dane,” he whispered.

“I know,” Dane panted, kissing him again.

This time, Dane’s tongue slid deep into his mouth, his hands coming up to clasp Clay’s head. He thrust his hips up against him, rubbing them together. He pulled away on a gasp. “Feels so damn good. How does this feel so good?”

Clay gave a broken chuckle. “I don’t know. Just glad it does.”

Rising on one hand, Clay grabbed the hem of Dane’s T-shirt. He slid his fingers underneath and traced the line of soft hair along his happy trail. He ran his palm higher, pinching a nipple between his fingers. Dane sharply sucked in a breath, hips coming up off the couch.

“Too many clothes,” Dane moaned.

“I agree.” Clay pushed to his knees and tugged his shirt over his head before pulling off Dane’s. Clay settled on top of Dane, both of them moaning at the first touch of skin on skin.

This he missed. With everything going crazy and turning on its head in his life, this still made sense. He understood physical release. He could give Dane that kind of mind-blowing pleasure and maybe take a little for himself.

“Clothes. Off.”

“Bossy,” Clay murmured, kissing his neck. “Kind of like you that way.”

Dane’s laugh was breathless and shaky. “I’m glad, because I want us naked in the worst possible way.”

Clay rolled off Dane and stood so he could get his shoes and jeans off. Dane’s gaze was hot on his body, raking over Clay’s legs, then his groin. He locked his stare there, and Clay couldn’t help but reach for himself. He watched Dane’s face as he stroked himself, loving the way the man’s eyes went hooded, the way he licked his lips.

“Feed it to me,” Dane said, voice low.

“Sit up.”

Dane did and Clay straddled his lap, staying up on his knees so he could reach Dane’s mouth. He did exactly what the man asked, feeding his dick into his mouth. Hot, wet suction pulled him in, and he groaned, propping his hands on the back of the couch. Dane grabbed his ass and clenched his fingers, one slipping into his crack.

Clay shuddered. He gently thrust his hips, eyes rolling into his head when Dane sucked harder and deeper. He kept one hand wrapped around Clay’s base and ran his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves under the head. His tongue stroked around and down. Every now and then, a soft moan vibrated along his throat and Clay’s gut would tighten.

Clay’s fingers curled into the soft couch cushions and threw his head back as Dane sucked him. God, this was ecstasy, but he needed Dane in his mouth too.

He could hear Dane fumbling to push down his shorts. He could so easily imagine that amazing cock demanding to be set free.

There was a little moan of relief around his dick, but Dane didn’t give him time to think about it before his hands were back on Clay’s body. He clasped his ass and used his other hand to cup Clay’s balls. He fondled them, then ran his finger behind, lightly rubbing until he got to Clay’s hole. When he brought his finger into his mouth to get it wet, Clay held his breath.

That slick finger went to his hole and pressed steadily inside. Dane slowly fucked him. Pleasure swamped him, his ass pushing into that finger as his dick pressed into Dane’s mouth. The dual gratification made his eyes roll into his head. His orgasm built and he moved his hips faster, careful not to choke Dane.