Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle 3)

But tonight, he needed so much more.

Slipping his hands under Cort’s shirt, he pushed it up, sliding his palms along the warm flesh of his chest. As he reached his nipples, Cort broke off the kiss and stepped away to lift his shirt over his head and off. The wicked grin returned as he dropped the shirt on the floor.

“You want to give those eyes a workout?”

“I was hoping to give all my senses a workout, but you got something in mind?”

Cort jerked his head toward the queen-sized bed. “Lie down.”

Grey knew he was grinning like a kid on Christmas as he threw himself onto the bed. He bounced once and crawled up to the pillows and stretched out on the far side, leaving ample room for Cort to join him. His eyes locked on his mate as he toed out of his sneakers and dropped his hands to his waist.

Soooo very slowly, Cort unbuttoned his jeans and slipped the zipper lower. Fingers trailed around the waist and finally pushed those pants away to reveal deep-burgundy boxer briefs and a thick cock pushing against the front. Grey’s eyes moved over every inch of the man that he could see, taking in a broad chest and abs. His shoulders and arms were clearly defined with lean muscles, thanks to a life dedicated to physically helping his clients find their way in the dark. Thick, powerful thighs drew his gaze, giving way to long, elegant legs.

“You’re beautiful,” Grey murmured.

Cort winked as he shoved his briefs to the floor. As he removed them, he quickly slipped off his socks and stood for Grey’s perusal. “You’ve touched all of me. Did your hands lie to you?”

Grey gave a choked laugh. “Not so much lie. They just didn’t give up nearly enough details. Not sure I should trust them at all anymore.”

“Would you rather I stay here so you—”

“Get your damn ass in this bed.” Grey growled and Cort barked out a surprised laugh.

Cort jumped onto the bed, and they both hissed as hot skin came together at last. Of course, it was several minutes later when Grey lifted his head and laughed, opening his eyes again. He’d gotten lost in endless kisses while handing off the exploring to his untrustworthy hands. Not that he could complain too much since one hand was rubbing Cort’s nipple into a tight little nub while the other was wrapped around his dick. Cort had a beautiful cock, just the perfect length and width. He stroked upward slowly before running his thumb across the head. Cort moaned against his lips as a shudder ran through his taut frame.

“Anything you want, honey. I’m yours,” Cort offered, his voice like sandpaper.

Grey released Cort long enough to shove off his briefs and then felt around the bed for the damn bottle of lube. “I want you to fuck me. Want to watch your face as you slide into me.”

Cort snatched the bottle up from Grey and slammed his mouth down over his with an almost feral growl. The kisses were hotter, hungrier now. Grey was sure Cort was going to devour him completely, and Grey welcomed it. They rolled and shifted on the bed until Grey found himself on his back and Cort was between his legs, looming over him. His normally bright chestnut eyes were black with hunger and need. He hadn’t even heard the lube bottle open and jumped a little at the first brush of slick fingers across his hole. Not that he should have been surprised. He couldn’t hear shit over the pounding of his heart and his own ragged breathing.

“You sure?” Cort hesitated, thick finger teasingly circling his pucker.

“God, yes. Please.”

Cort pressed the tip of his finger past tight muscles and Grey let out a little whimper as he didn’t move beyond the first knuckle before he was retreating again. Cort let out a hum, and Grey could feel his eyes wanting to roll into his head. Watching was going to be damn hard when all he wanted to do was close his eyes and sink into all the feelings.

“I like that sound. You begging. Sounds so pretty falling from your lips.”

Grey groaned. “I’ll beg for you. Beg for anything you’ll give me.”

Cort thrust his finger deeper and that sweet burn immediately gave way to pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. Grey wanted to be stretched and filled completely. He wanted everything to be pushed aside for Cort.

“Beg for a second finger.”

Grey bit his lip for a second as Cort nearly slipped the first one completely from his body. “Please!” he cried out sharply. “More. Please, give me more. Need a second one. Need to feel you stretching me.” The words poured out in a torrent that Grey couldn’t have hoped to stop. He was willing to strip himself bare for Cort. Give this man everything he was. It was only fair since he could see all of Cort.