“Then get over here,” Thorne said.
Dash grabbed the blanket they’d used to protect the couch the week before. He and Thorne spread the blanket out. Then Dash picked up an Italian-cream cupcake, straddled Thorne, and fed it to him.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said when Thorne finished chewing.
“The plug?”
“I’d rather you tell me how it feels to wait until I decide the time is right. How does it feel knowing I’m going to eventually pull that plug out and fuck you? But until then, all you get is a tease.”
“You get off on that, don’t you?”
Dash’s eyes sparkled. “On what?”
“Making people wait, teasing, working them up.”
“I get off on other people’s pleasure, and the more things build, the bigger the bang when they go off.”
Thorne would have laughed if he hadn’t been so horny. “Seriously?”
“Okay, that was really cheesy, but yeah.”
“And you want that? You want to see me go off?” Thorne asked.
“I do, but I want it to be the absolute best you’ve had.”
Of course he did and of course he was going to say what Thorne wanted to hear and yet…Thorne was buying into it. And he wanted more. A lot more. But Thorne didn’t do relationships, and this one would be doomed from the start.
“Kiss me,” Thorne said. He needed that at least.
“My pleasure.” Dash licked Thorne’s lower lip. “Sweet.”
“That’s the icing.”
Dash sighed. “Icing mixed with you. It’s heavenly.”
Fuck. This man was too much. Dash kissed Thorne for real then, and Thorne lost himself in it. He tilted his hips, trying to get more full-body contact. Dash yanked his robe open and reached between Thorne’s legs to tug on the plug. When he’d freed it from Thorne’s body, he laid it on a towel he’d placed on the floor. “You ready?”
“Fuck yes.” Thorne turned around and braced himself on the back of the couch; no way was he taking the time to walk to the bedroom. Besides, it was fitting since he’d fucked Dash on the couch the week before.
Dash reached under Thorne and wrapped a hand around his cock. He fought the urge to let Dash bring him to release like that.
“Enough.” He pushed at Dash’s hand. “I don’t want to come before you’re in me.”
“Are you sure? What if I could make you come again before I did?”
“That’s very unlikely.”
“We could make a game of it. I make you come twice, and you do something for me. You don’t come again, and I owe you whatever you choose.”
“I want more of those cupcakes and some cherry turnovers too.”
Dash chuckled. “That sure of yourself, huh?”
“You’re not going to win.”
“Oh really? Don’t you even want to know what I want?”
“No.” Thorne could hold out. He was sure of it.
Dash squeezed his cock more firmly and teased his head on the upstroke. “Don’t you want me to win? Wouldn’t that be better for you?”
“I…” Thorne was no longer sure what he wanted. Dash’s hand on his cock was making him crazy. “I don’t know.”
“If I win, I say what we do next weekend. You can say no if it’s a hard limit, but otherwise, you have to agree to try something new.”
“Fine, but I really wanted to come with you in my ass.”
“Oh, you will.”
Thorne shook his head. “No. Can’t let…you win.”
Dash worked him faster. So close. So close. “Fuuuuck!” He shot, coating Dash’s hand in his seed. Dash kept going until the storm of pleasure ceased. Then he lined his cock up and drove into Thorne’s ass.
Thorne choked on a shout. He’d forgotten just how fucking big Dash was.
“I love how I just slid right in because the plug opened you up.”
“Not…as easy as you…make it sound!” Thorne panted.
Dash didn’t slow down. He didn’t seem to care that Thorne had never caught his breath after his searing orgasm. He relentlessly pounded Thorne’s ass until Thorne was no longer certain he could hold himself up.
Dash yanked on Thorne’s hips, and Thorne slipped, pressing his face into the back of the couch. He had no intention of moving and then Dash drove in, jolting and making him rise up. “Oh my fucking God!”
“There we go,” Dash said.
As Dash once again slid over his prostate, Thorne realized he just might come again after all. But he no longer thought that would be so bad.
Dash pistoned into him, never seeming to tire, pushing him closer and closer to another orgasm. He’d never come twice that close together, not even in his teens, but now… Holy God!
“Dash?” His voice shook.
“You close?”
“I…”
Dash leaned down, his breath warm against Thorne’s ear. “Tell me what to do to make you go over.”
Did he want to do that? Did he want Dash to win? Fuck, yes he did. “My neck. Bite it. Suck. Mark me.”
“Mmm. My pleasure.” Dash jacked Thorne’s cock as he sank his teeth into the juncture of Thorne’s neck and shoulder.