Broken Warrior (The Weavers Circle 1)

Clay thrust his hips against Dane’s.

He rolled away from Clay long enough for both of them to remove their clothes; then he returned, his hand on Clay’s ass again. He kneaded the hot, round flesh and smiled when Clay writhed.

Clay grabbed the lube from the nightstand and slicked up his fingers.

“I want to watch you get ready,” Dane said, rising to his knees between Clay’s legs. “Touch yourself.”

Clay brought up one leg, leaving himself open to Dane, and moved his other hand to his entrance. Dane watched avidly as Clay put fingers inside himself.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Dane groaned, gripping his own cock as he stared. He stroked, unable to take his gaze away. Soon, he’d be in there, surrounded by Clay, inside his damn body. He groaned again.

“You like this?” Clay breathed.

“Fuck, yes. Can’t wait to fuck you.” Dane ran one hand over Clay’s exposed inner thigh, digging his fingers into the flesh. He loved the soft hair covering firm muscles. He leaned down and kissed the inside of Clay’s knee. He ran his lips along his thigh until he got to Clay’s balls. He nuzzled them and licked until Clay’s breathing hitched. When he licked around where Clay’s fingers were, the man let out a long, rumbling groan. The lube tasted funny, but Clay’s flavor was there, his scent musky and warm.

Every part of Clay’s body was sexy.

He stabbed his tongue in with Clay’s fingers, biting back a smile when Clay made another strangled noise. He got him nice and wet, then grabbed the lube and slicked up his own fingers. He wanted to feel inside the man himself. When he brought slick fingers to Clay’s hole, Clay started to pant, mixed with soft, needy noises. Dane didn’t breathe as he pressed his fingers inside him.

Clay had already started to stretch himself, allowing Dane to push two fingers in. He searched for that spot that made him see stars when Clay did this to his body. He found the fleshy bump and pressed the pads of his fingers into it.

“Oh yeah,” Clay breathed.

He stroked his fingers over it and used his other hand to wrap tight fingers around Clay’s dick.

Everything in him quivered at the obvious pleasure he was giving Clay. His lover’s legs shook. One arm wrapped around one knee, and he lay completely open. Dane licked and fucked him with his fingers, his other hand stroking Clay’s erection.

“I’m so ready, if you don’t get inside me, I’m gonna come.”

“Want to turn over?” His man liked being on his hands and knees. Liked getting fucked hard.

Clay shook his head. “Want to see you this time. Come inside me.”

With trembling fingers, Dane added lube to his dick and moved closer, positioning the head right against Clay’s entrance. He pushed forward, and that immediate tight clasp had him gritting his teeth not to come right away. He held the base of his dick with tight fingers to try and slow things down, counting in his head. “Damn, Clay.”

“Go slow. I want to feel it.”

He pressed inside at a slow, steady pace, his eyes rolling up into his head at the tight pleasure of Clay clasped around him. He pushed deeper, dipping his dick in just a bit more, and ground his teeth together. “Damn, Clay,” he repeated.

“Is that all you’re capable of saying?” Clay said with a laugh.

“If you can still make sentences, I’m doing something wrong.”

“Oh no, you’re doing everything right. All the way inside me. Now.”

Dane pressed deep and sucked in air at the same time. Clay felt…he had no words to describe how the man felt, but it was beyond good. Beyond wild. He plunged his hips forward and gasped. Silky walls clasped around him.

Clay grabbed on to his hip and dug in tight fingers. “Fuck me, Dane.”

Dane obliged, pumping his hips against his man. He plunged deep over and over, the pleasure so intense, he felt it in his damn bones.

He fucked into Clay, the world around them disappearing as he felt nothing but the rapture taking over his whole body. They stared at each other, and the concentration in Clay’s eyes spurred him on. Clay looked at Dane like he was his whole world, and that was the way it felt. His orgasm teased his senses, and he knew it wouldn’t be long.

He lowered himself over Clay. “This…this is us,” he whispered. “This will always be us. Inside each other, feeling like this.”

Clay’s mouth fell open and he reached down to grab his dick just as he shot. The streams went over his shoulder to hit the pillow. One after another. Dane felt the tightening of his ass around him, and he pressed inside him a few more times before he was overcome by his own eruption. Utter, intense pleasure curled through him and he spilled inside Clay.