Page 84 of Loving a Warrior

“Mmm, you’re squeezing my dick like a vise,” Shane purred. “Let me in, gorgeous.” He pulled back, then hilted himself, the fabric of his jeans rasping against Matt’s bare buttocks and thighs.

Matt whimpered under the stretch and burn, clawing at the window, lifting up on tiptoe to take him even deeper inside. He’d never felt so exposed, so vulnerable…yet so safe.

“Do you know how beautiful you are,” Shane’s lips were soft on Matt’s cheek as he whispered, “in the way you give yourself to me? You trust me?”

“I trust you.” With everything.

The slaps of their skin and Shane’s grunts were loud in the quiet room. Matt pushed against him, driving him on, loving how Shane threw his head back, his mouth going slack as pleasure took over. Matt’s cock was so hard it bounced up and slapped his abs with every thrust of Shane’s. His toes curled and dug into the plush carpet, his body a mass of hot, quivery sensation.

Shane wrapped his arms around Matt’s waist and leaned forward to bury his face in the side of his neck. “Fuck, I’m so deep,” he murmured. “Feel me?” He circled his hips, hitting Matt’s sweet spot. Matt cried out, writhing, trapped between cold glass and the heat of Shane’s body.

Shane thrust again, chuckling low in his throat as Matt let out another helpless moan. He slid his hands down to circle Matt’s cock and fondle his balls.

“Need you to come for me, baby.”

He started a hard, fast rhythm, nailing Matt’s prostate over and over, jerking him roughly and tugging on his balls with every downstroke.

The pleasure was overwhelming, assaulting Matt’s senses from all directions. He couldn’t get away from it, didn’t want to get away from it, finally letting it sweep over him in a wave that had his knees buckling from the force of it, Shane’s arms around him the only thing holding him up.

Through his own cries he could hear Shane groaning in his ear, feel his cock throbbing deep within him. The spasms were endless, racking Matt from the inside out, and he finally sagged against the semen-streaked window, weak and spent.

Turning him around, Shane cupped his face in shaking hands and leaned down to kiss him, his tongue stroking Matt’s in a gentle caress. Matt clutched on to him until Shane pushed him gently away.

“Lemme take care of this.” He stripped the condom off and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Matt standing there on trembling legs. When Shane didn’t immediately return, Matt padded after him, only to find him staring down into the sink, hands propped on the edge.

“Shane…?”

Shane jumped, his eyes meeting Matt’s in the mirror. “Oh. Hey.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” Shane’s smile was wholly unconvincing. “Just got lost in thought for a minute.”

“About?” Matt moved closer and put his hand on Shane’s back. “Talk to me.”

“It’s really nothing, Matt.” Turning around, Shane pulled him into his arms. “Just some old hang-ups trying to come back to roost. I’m not gonna let them.”

Searching his face, Matt stroked the nape of his neck with his thumb. “Anything I can do?”

“No.” Shane bent to brush their lips together. “You’re already doing it, and I—” He broke off, shaking his head. At a loss, but wanting to make it better, Matt drew him to the bed and held him close.

Shane didn’t let go of him all night long.

Chapter Twenty-One

Our last wake-up.

Shane heaved a quiet sigh and stared at the ceiling. Next to him, Matt still slept peacefully on his stomach, his hand curled tightly in his pillow. In a few short minutes, Shane would rouse him and they’d be on their way back to San Diego.

He rolled to his side and put his hand gently on Matt’s back. He didn’t move.

“Wore you out last night, did I?” Hot, possessive satisfaction shot through him, even as it was tinged with an aching sense of loss.

Does this really have to be the end?

“Is it time to get up?” Matt’s husky voice startled him, and Shane looked down to see sleepy dark eyes blinking up at him.

“Almost.” Shane continued to rub circles up and down his back. “Unless you wanna say ‘fuck it’ and run away with me.”