Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle 3)

“Yes,” Grey moaned, moving his hips and thrusting harder into Cort’s hand. His balls drew up, and he knew he was close already. He spread his hands over the hard, smooth flesh of Cort’s chest. Cort didn’t have any chest hair, and his nipples were hard points that drew Grey’s fingers. Cort shuddered when he lightly pinched them.

Grey touched his stomach, feeling the ridges of his ab muscles and wishing so badly that he could see Cort. The man’s body felt insane, and he quickly reached for the waist of Cort’s sweat pants. Their arms tangled since Cort seemed unwilling to let go of Grey’s cock, but Grey managed to get inside to feel the hot, smooth rod of Cort’s cock. It was long and slender, the skin so soft, he wrapped his fingers around it.

Cort made a strangled noise in his throat and pumped his hips. Grey let go long enough to run his hand down his arm to get it more slippery with olive oil, then returned to that dick. Cort groaned this time, the sound low and rumbly and so damn sexy, Grey held his breath. They stroked each other, panting against each other’s lips. Cort’s tongue came out to run over Grey’s top lip. When Cort tightened his grip on Grey’s cock, he gasped and sent his tongue in for another sweet taste of Cort. He wanted to see the man’s passion so badly, could only imagine what he looked like. He bet all that smooth, dark skin was gorgeous, and he ran his free hand to Cort’s nipple before sliding it around to Cort’s back.

He held Cort closer as they both thrust into each other’s hands.

“Gonna shoot,” Cort said on a gasp.

“Do it. Come all over me.”

Cort’s entire body went taut as he cried out, and his hand went still as Grey felt his cum spilling over his fingers. Some of it hit his thigh, and he shut his eyes as his own orgasm rushed through him. Unbelievable pleasure washed over him as he spilled his load.

They stood there, panting against each other; then Cort grabbed his head and kissed him, this time a lazy satiated kiss that made Grey’s toes curl in his shoes. “That was amazing,” Cort whispered.

“Yeah,” Grey exhaled, trying to catch his breath. He brushed his mouth over Cort’s again and again. “Now we both need a shower.”

Cort let him go and stepped away. Grey started to walk toward the bathroom, but his sweat pants hampered his effort. He cursed and bent to tug them and his underwear the rest of the way off. He carried them into the bathroom, feeling Cort’s gaze on his ass. He shot a grin over his shoulder.

“That is one fine ass you have.” Hands cupped his cheeks and Grey stopped walking as Cort massaged them. “You ever bottom, Grey?”

“Love it. Love it both ways.”

Cort growled and tightened his fingers on Grey’s ass. “I’ll need to get condoms because I want this pretty badly.”

“Don’t need condoms. I’m immortal, remember?”

“I’ve never gone bare before,” Cort said in a throaty voice, obviously turned-on by the idea. “First, a shower. I’m sick of feeling slippery.”

“You think you are! I’m the one who got covered with the damn stuff.” Grey chuckled and tugged off his T-shirt. He was naked with a man he couldn’t see and instead of feeling strange about, it just felt natural. He felt comfortable with Cort, and Grey knew he was in shape from running—though he hadn’t done that since he’d lost his sight.

Grey turned and twisted the knob in the shower. “Hope you like it hot,” he said as he waited for the water to heat.

“The hotter the better.”

When it was the temperature Grey liked, he stepped into the small tub and reached for the shampoo. It was going to take a lot to get all the oil out of his hair. He heard Cort step into the tub with him, and Cort reached past him for the soap. They brushed against each other as they washed. He rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and grimaced when he realized it would take at least one more time to get out all the oil. He started scrubbing his hair again.

“Here, let me help.” Cort’s hands slid into his hair and he chuckled as he paused to grab more shampoo. “This stuff is tenacious.”

“Worked nice as lube, though.”

“That it did.” Cort kissed the corner of his mouth. “Let’s rinse again.”

Grey ducked under the shower head, enjoying the feel of Cort’s fingers threading through his hair.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” Cort whispered as he ran his hands down Grey’s chest. “You should just stay naked.”

“Pretty sure my friends wouldn’t appreciate that.”

“Your friends are all gay. Trust me, they would.” Cort released a low laugh as his hand wrapped around Grey’s erect dick. “What stamina you have.”