Page 80 of Loving a Warrior

“Our three-foot-world this week is that bed and each other, okay? That’s it. Promise me we’ll at least have that.”

They stared at each other in the window until Matt, instead of answering, reached for the knot in his towel and loosened it. The fabric slid noiselessly to the floor, and Shane caught his breath.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured in awe. “Look how beautiful you are.”

Sliding his arms around his waist, Shane just held him for a moment, enjoying the solid warmth of his body against his and the sight of the Vegas lights all around them, which covered them both in a winking, multicolored glow.

Finally Matt tilted his head back to look at him. “So, what, we’re just gonna stand here with our dongs hanging out for all of Vegas to see?”

Shane bit into Matt’s shoulder. “Don’t rush me when I’m enjoying the view.”

The memory of which is gonna have to last me a long, long time.

Shane’s throat closed up. He ran his hand down Matt’s arm and linked their fingers together. Matt’s eyes were questioning, and Shane bent to kiss him gently before sinking to the edge of the mattress. He spread his legs wide and drew Matt in to stand between them, dropping his forehead to Matt’s chest.

“Shane?” Matt rubbed the back of his neck. “What’s wrong?”

Shane could only shake his head, and after a moment Matt tilted his chin up with two fingers to gaze down at him. The understanding on his face made Shane’s heart skip a beat. “I just wish—”

“Shhh.” Matt stroked his thumb along Shane’s lips. “Three-foot-world time, remember? It’s just this bed, and each other.”

Taking his hand in his, Shane kissed his palm, then the inside of his wrist. “How about we just stay here forever, then? I like that idea.”

“Me, too.” Matt took a tiny step back. “It feels so weird having nowhere to be, though, doesn’t it? No one around…”

Shane’s pulse gave a giant leap as Matt sank to his knees between his legs.

“…no one to stop me from doing what I wanted to do that night at your house.” He pressed his open mouth against one of Shane’s inner thighs, holding his gaze.

Every muscle Shane possessed went tight when Matt kissed his way slowly up to nuzzle his balls. He smoothed trembling fingers over Matt’s cheek. “And, uh, what was it you wanted to do again?”

“This.”

Matt dragged the flat of his tongue up Shane’s rigid shaft and engulfed the head of his dick in tight, wet suction. With a cry, Shane arched his back, his hands twisting in the sheets. Humming his pleasure deep in his throat, Matt pulled back and tilted his face up to offer his mouth. Growling, Shane dove in.

Matt’s lips were hot, and soft, the barest hint of a salty tang clinging to them. Shane licked him clean, then fell back on his elbows, waiting breathlessly. With a raised eyebrow, Matt took his cock in hand to give him a few long, slow strokes.

“Please…” Shane was on fire, already on the verge of exploding.

Matt traced the tip of his tongue around the crown and flicked it against the sensitive nerves on the underside. The sight of it was so arousing that Shane found himself fighting for control.

“You’re killing me,” he grated, clenching his fists to keep from reaching for him. “Fucking killing me.”

Matt at last took him deep, bobbing his head in time with his stroking hand, lips meeting his fingers over and over. Shane’s head dropped back, little moans breaking from him as Matt drove him higher.

“You taste even better than I’d dreamed.” Matt popped off his dick only to string little sucking kisses all the way up Shane’s body.

“And you on your knees is the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my entire life.” Shane was quivering, but his hands were achingly gentle as he cupped Matt’s face. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered against his lips. “Tell me how to make you feel good.”

With a sultry smile, Matt brushed their mouths together one more time, then crawled to the middle of the bed. He lay down on his back and let his knees fall to the side, arms up over his head.

Shane caught his breath. It was a pose of vulnerability, of utter surrender, and it aroused him more than any blow job ever could. He squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, Matt was watching him.

“Come here,” he said softly, holding out his hand. “I need you.”

Shane let Matt draw him in, and lowering himself over top of him, kissed him slowly, deeply, their fingers entwined together.

Matt stroked the thumb of his free hand along Shane’s nape. “What do you want?” His voice was a husky rasp, his pulse beating wildly in the hollow of his throat.