Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle 3)

“You do that to me.” Grey gasped when Cort suddenly dropped, his knees bumping into Grey’s feet.

“Let’s see if you still taste of olive oil.” Cort took Grey’s dick into his mouth, licking around the head. “Mmmm,” he murmured, his voice vibrating on Grey’s erection.

Grey hadn’t had a chance to soap himself up, and he was sure he tasted like oil. He hoped Cort liked it, because he wasn’t pulling him off to wash for anything. Cort’s mouth was hot and wet, and the suction was damn perfect as he took Grey in deep. The tip of his cock hit Cort’s throat, and the man swallowed around him, making Grey cry out. He braced one hand on the wall, water pouring down his back. He lightly pumped his hips, thrusting into that amazing mouth, eyes rolling into his head. Cupping the side of Cort’s head, Grey loved the feel of his hair against his palm, loved the tight clasp of his mouth. Everything seemed so much more intense without his sight, all his senses gathered in his dick.

Cort pulled off until just the tip was between his lips, swirling his tongue around the head, before taking him again.

Grey gasped, water going into his eyes and mouth. He sputtered and took his hand off the wall to wipe the water off his face. Cort started bobbing his head, and Grey’s control snapped. He thrust deep into Cort’s mouth, the man’s groan telling him that was okay, that he liked it. Still, he murmured an apology for choking Cort as he wrestled for control of his body. But Cort wasn’t letting that happen. He reached around and grasped Grey’s ass cheeks, pressing him deeper into his mouth and throat.

“Cort, I’m gonna come.” He breathed the words through panting gasps.

Cort moaned and sucked him harder.

He couldn’t believe he was going to come again so soon, but the orgasm raced through him and he erupted almost painfully, the pleasure was so profound. He staggered back, his hand slapping onto the wall as he tried to get his balance. Wave after wave washed through him, and he gasped water into his mouth again.

Fuck, Cort had to be drowning down there.

He tugged on Cort’s arms, pulling him up, and ran his hands over Cort’s face, smoothing away the water as Cort took a deep breath. Their mouths came together, and Grey kissed him deeply, tasting himself on the man’s tongue.

He felt Cort’s arm moving and realized he was jerking himself off. Grey stilled his hand and went to his knees.

“I didn’t do that so you’d return the favor,” Cort said.

“I know. Still want to.” He put his hands on Cort’s thighs, then slid one hand up to his cock. He wrapped his fingers around it and aimed it at his mouth, taking the tip between his lips. Cort tasted of soap, but Grey didn’t mind. He licked around the head, teasing him. When he got the whimper of need he’d been working for, he sucked more of that silky cock into his mouth. Cort groaned above him, his hands going to the top of Grey’s head. Water still poured over him, and he blinked it out of his eyes. Cort leaned over him and shut the water off. His hands returned to Grey’s head and he thrust into Grey’s mouth.

Grey suctioned his cheeks, running his tongue over the smooth skin. He laved along the glans, stuck the end of his tongue in Cort’s slit. Cort shouted and pumped his hips. Ooh, he liked that, so Grey did it again, loving the hoarse cries spilling out of Cort. Cort felt so good in his mouth and he sucked harder, bobbing his head and taking Cort as deep as he could. Cort cried out again, a sound of pure pleasure, and damn, Grey’s dick jumped. But he wasn’t interested in getting hard again—not that he even could—no, this was about Cort.

But sucking him was a pleasure itself, especially with how vocal he was. Grey could listen for the different sounds to know when he did something the man liked and he appreciated that so much. He’d never realized how much he relied on his sight to know what a bedmate liked. But sex without his sight was just as good. If anything, the sounds and the smells and the textures were heightened. He had a feeling a lot of it had to do with the man himself. Grey felt connected to him, felt every one of his responses as if they were happening to him. He ran his tongue along that silky flesh, loving the taste and feel of the man.

Cort suddenly went still, and Grey knew he was about to come. He tightened his lips and sucked hard and was rewarded when Cort spilled over his tongue.

“Damn,” Cort breathed out. “Just. Damn.”