Series: The Weavers Circle Series by Jocelynn Drake
Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
A second finger pressed inside, and the burn was a little sharper but still perfect. Grey reached for his cock to stroke himself, but Cort batted his hand away.
“That’s mine. Hands above your head or grabbing your legs. If you’re good, I might do this.” Cort leaned forward and ran the flat of his tongue up Grey’s dick from the root to the head. At the same time, he pressed his fingers deeper. Grey swore he could feel his fucking brain melting, and he didn’t care one bit. It was so wonderful, but need rushed in.
“Yes,” he hissed. His hands immediately went over his head, fingers digging into the pillow to lock them there. Digging his heels into the bed, he lifted his hips, fucking himself on Cort’s hand. Legs spread wide while desperate whines fell from his lips, he’d never felt so wanton and free in his life.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” Cort ground out in a low, gritty voice. “Look at you. I’ve never seen anyone so sexy in all my life.”
Grey moaned, arching his back. No one had ever called him that. If he was sexy, it was only because Cort made him feel that way. The first little tingles of his orgasm were dancing along his spine and drawing up his balls, but he needed more. Needed to feel Cort moving inside of him.
“Please, darling. Please, I need you.”
The only answer he received was a low growl as Cort’s fingers disappeared. Grey managed a small whimper. The slick head of Cort’s cock pressed against his entrance. As Cort pushed in, Grey released a slow breath and pushed out, relaxing muscles to welcome his lover inside. Pain lanced through him and his breath caught. Cort stilled completely, giving Grey a chance to adjust to his girth.
Leaning close, Cort captured Grey’s lips in a series of slow, tender kisses. Their tongues slid together and tangled in an erotic dance that had Grey relaxing in his arms. The moment the pain receded, Cort pushed forward inch by slow inch. His hand snaked between them, wrapping around Grey’s semi-hard dick, stroking him back to life.
Grey moaned, and his eyes popped open again to take in Cort’s strained smile. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes. He’d gotten so damn lost in all the sensations pulsing through his body.
“Like what you see?” Cort teased.
A choked laugh escaped Grey. He reached up and cupped his lover’s face for a moment before sliding fingers across tense shoulders and a strong chest. “Love it. Love all of it. I want to spend a lifetime looking at this, and it still won’t be enough.”
Cort groaned and snapped his hips forward, burying the rest of his length inside of Grey. Oh fuck, he was full. Finally full. Complete. He’d missed this. Missed having this connection with Cort. He opened his eyes and found himself staring directly into Cort’s, falling into their depths and the beauty of his soul. Sex with Cort had always been amazing, but this…it was so much more. There was no turning off his power. Their connection was so strong. This was his soul mate, and he finally had the full strength of his powers back. He could feel Cort’s pleasure, the joy in his heart, and the heady feeling of having Grey under him and crying out in bliss.
“A lifetime of this?” Cort ground out as he slowly withdrew and pushed in again. “Damn short lifetime, because this feels so good, it’s gonna kill me.” His southern accent had grown thicker as he spoke, the sounds curling deliciously through Grey’s brain. It was like he was drunk or high on Cort, and he never wanted to come down.
Grey grabbed at Cort, hands sliding along his sweat-slicked back to dig into his sweet ass. He pulled him in tighter, as if he could fuse them into one person. “Please. More. Harder. More.”
With a grunt, Cort looped his arms under Grey’s legs, lifting his hips off the bed. He was practically folded in half, and Grey didn’t care as Cort slammed into him harder, hitting his prostate and setting his entire body on fire. He could hear himself shouting and begging, the sounds coming from his throat raw and embarrassing, but nothing compared to the lightning scorching through every inch of his body. Cort owned him completely in that moment. He couldn’t move. Could barely breathe enough to beg for Cort to fuck him even harder.
And then the tension stretching like a rubber band through his body finally snapped.
He sucked in a harsh gasp. “I’m coming!” he whined as thick ropes of cum splashed across his stomach from his untouched cock. Never in his life had that happened, and he wasn’t entirely sure he’d survive it. His heart hammered in his chest and he couldn’t breathe. Electric joy sizzled through him, and he shouted himself hoarse.