Broken Warrior (The Weavers Circle 1)

“No, I think I want you to have mine.”

The smile instantly morphed into a look of worry. “You might not enjoy it. Not everyone does.”

“You’ll make it good. I have faith.”

Nerves twisted knots in his stomach, but he wanted this. Wanted to know what it felt like to have Clay inside his body. The weight of that cock on his tongue was already heaven. Could probably spend the rest of his life sucking on that man’s cock. The taste of the smooth skin, the noises he could pull from Clay’s throat were amazing. And the power that filled him, knowing he was pleasuring Clay.

Clay tightened his arms around him and rolled Dane onto his back as he kissed him. Stubble rasped over his cheeks, jaw, and lips. He ran his hands down Clay’s body, feeling muscle and sinew, appreciating the strength covered in smooth, smooth skin. Clay was warm and solid.

Dane slid a leg between Clay’s, his thigh pressing gently into Clay’s sac. He slowly rubbed his thigh against it, and his belly clenched at Clay’s moan. His hands traveled over Clay’s chest, feeling hard nipples under his palms. He stroked down and wrapped the fingers of his right hand around Clay’s cock. Clay bit out a blissed-out curse into his mouth, tentatively thrusting into Dane’s hand.

Clay threaded his fingers into Dane’s hair, tilting his head to take the kiss deeper. He stroked into Dane’s mouth in one long, raw and carnal kiss. Dane groaned, opening his mouth wide for the man, handing over complete control.

Scorching lust sizzled up his spine, and he pulled his leg back so he could drape it over Clay’s hip. Clay moved closer, causing Dane to let go of his cock. Clay rubbed against his body. Another helpless moan escaped Dane as the desire threatened to swallow him whole. Clay’s skin, the hair on his body, the heat, the sweat building between them—all so sensual, he felt dizzy with it.

Clay braced his hands on either side of Dane and stared down at him as he slowly rolled his hips into Dane’s. His mouth fell open as his breathing picked up, and Dane was right there with him.

“I didn’t know I could want something or someone so much,” Dane whispered. “Not like this.”

“Like what?” Clay breathed.

“Like I’m going to crawl out of my skin if I don’t feel you inside me. Please.”

“I can’t resist that.”

Clay reached for the lube and condom he’d left beside the bed. Tossing the condom onto the sheet, he got up on his knees. He poured lube into his hand and never took his eyes off Dane as he brought his slick fingers to Dane’s hole. He slowly ran the pad of his finger around Dane’s entrance, getting it nice and wet. His eyes narrowed as he pushed one finger gently inside.

It felt different. Not bad, but not exactly good either. But Dane wanted it still. He spread his legs more and lifted his hips. Clay’s finger slid deeper. He pulled it nearly out before pushing it back in and soon, he was fucking Dane with that finger. It began to feel a lot better, and Dane held his breath when a second finger joined the first. There was a sting, but it wasn’t too bad. He was still so damn turned-on, he felt like his heart might beat through his chest.

“I’m ready,” he said, voice raspy.

Clay smiled. “You’re not ready yet. Still too tight. I’m bigger than two fingers. When you’re comfortably taking three of my fingers, then I’ll enter you with my cock.”

He groaned. “So hot.”

When Clay used three fingers, Dane’s eyes widened. He felt so full.

“Push out,” Clay whispered.

He did and those fingers slipped deeper inside him, brushing against something that made his mouth drop open.

“That’s it, baby,” Clay said, lust coating his voice. “I want you to take all of me. Let me fill you up.”

Clay stroked over that spot—his prostate—and the corner of his mouth went up as Dane whimpered and started moving his hips. “Feels good, oh my God.”

“Yeah? You like this?”

“More,” Dane pleaded, reaching down to stroke his dick. “Fuck, more!”

“You want to turn over? It might be easier for you this first time.” Clay pulled his fingers out.

Dane rolled onto his stomach and brought his ass up into the air, so fucking greedy for what he’d already felt.

Clay loudly caught his breath. “So fucking gorgeous. You ready for me?”

“Please.” Dane felt like he could only beg at this point. The ripping of the condom wrapper seemed loud over their desperate pants.

Clay brought his dick to Dane’s entrance and slowly pushed forward until the head popped in. It burned. And hurt. More than he’d expected. Dane tensed.

“Relax. It always stings at first; then it gets better. Trust me,” he whispered into his ear. His chest rested on Dane’s back. “Just sit still a moment and let yourself adjust to my cock.”