Broken Warrior (The Weavers Circle 1)

“Oh, that’s so fucking hot.”

He’d had no idea words could affect him so much. Those whispered words in that deep voice in his ear made goose bumps spring up all over his body.

Clay hummed, nuzzling his face in Dane’s hair. “You like that? Like hearing about how I’m going to stretch you?”

“Clay,” Dane whimpered brokenly. The pain was easing, and his dick was throbbing in time with the rapid beat of his head.

“Gonna fill you. Make this ass mine.” Clay’s voice was more growl than words, the sound wrapping around him in the most seductive embrace.

He relaxed and Clay slipped in deeper, brushing against his prostate and making him see stars. His eyes shut, and he let himself sink into every delicious sensation as Clay pulled back a little before pushing in deeper. Each brush over his prostate felt good even as Clay still felt big inside him. There was a little pain, but pleasure was there, licking little fires along nerve endings.

Clay started dropping openmouthed kisses on his nape and shoulders. He licked the nape of Dane’s neck, a soft groan reverberating on his skin. It had felt amazing to be inside of Clay, and now he was giving that same intense pleasure to the man draped over him.

“You good?” Clay asked.

“Yeah, you can move more.”

Clay started to stroke inside him. Sweat slicked the skin of his back, making Clay slide against him. His breaths were hot on Dane’s nape. With a moan, Dane lifted his ass, needing more. Clay cried out and picked up speed, but he was still being gentle with him. That just was fine. He liked it. He liked everything Clay was doing.

It was raw and unbridled. Clay’s grunts when he went deep fried Dane’s brain. Next time, he wanted to be on his back so he could watch the man’s expressions.

“Come up on your knees more so I can jack you.”

“I’ll do it,” Dane said on a groan as he straightened on his knees and felt Clay slip impossibly deep.

“Oh, fuck!” Clay cried out. He grasped Dane’s hips, holding him in place for his thrusts.

Dane grabbed his cock and started jerking himself. At this angle, Clay was brushing over his prostate, and he couldn’t stop the yell that tore from his throat. His orgasm slammed into him and stripped him bare.

“Yes, yes!” Clay fucked him through it and kept fucking him even after his shaking stopped.

Dane tightened his ass around Clay’s cock, wringing a hoarse cry out of the man behind him. He fell forward, burying his face in the pillow. He bit down as his body moved with Clay’s, every thrust stretching out the orgasm until his entire body was sensitive.

“I’m gonna come,” Clay said.

Sweat dripped from his body onto Dane’s ass. Fuck, there was nothing like this. Nothing like it in the world. Dane tightened his muscles again and this time, when Clay released a strangled groan. His fingers gripped Dane’s hips hard as he came into the condom. “Fuck, Dane, fuck.”

There was a lot of feeling in those words, and Dane felt his heart stutter. This had been so very much more than mere sex.Chapter 16Clay got rid of the condom and collapsed next to Dane, letting the air cool the sweat on his body. He stared at the ceiling, his brain cells still trying to come back online for clear thought. Nothing had ever been like that. They moved together like they were made for each other. Slightly scary thought.

But not as scary as he expected.

More…intriguing, really. Made him want to explore this more.

Especially if the sex stayed like this.

Raw and hot and so damn mind-blowing, it scrambled his brain.

He looked over at Dane, who was stretched out on his stomach, his eyes shut as he breathed hard. Sweat slicked his back, making his gorgeous tan skin shiny. Clay couldn’t stop himself from stroking a hand down to the most beautiful ass he’d ever seen.

Dane’s eyes opened, full of something Clay couldn’t identify. Outside of faint shock. Yeah, he got that.

“Wow,” Dane said, his voice hoarse. “You thought I might not like that.” He snorted, his lips curling up in a crooked smile. “Happy to say you were wrong.”

“You might be changing your tune later when walking is a little difficult.”

Dane sighed. “Totally worth it.”

Clay snorted, still stroking Dane’s skin. He couldn’t bring himself to stop touching him. He stretched over to brush a kiss over Dane’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

“For what? I think we both just lucked out.”

Clay didn’t answer because he really wasn’t sure what he was thanking him for. For trusting him, maybe. For giving himself so beautifully. For being the hottest lay of his damn life…he felt extremely grateful, and the emotions were so tangled up, he couldn’t make sense of them.

Dane turned onto his side and propped his head on his hand. “Is sex with men always like this?”