“I aim to please,” he said before starting to suck in earnest.
Riley loved the sounds he could wring from Thorne, the groans and curses, and when he sucked just right—ah yes, there they were—fucking whimpers. He wanted to bring Thorne right to the edge, to make him beg for release. But Thorne wanted to be in charge, or at least he thought he did. He wasn’t doing a damn thing to stop Riley so far.
Riley tried to pull off, but Thorne thrust into him, tightening his hold. There was the aggression Riley had expected. Riley tipped his head farther back and let Thorne fuck his mouth.
“So good. Just right,” Thorne groaned as he thrust in and out with a steady rhythm. Riley could feel the tension in him. “So close.”
Thorne was too far gone to force himself to stop, so Riley grabbed hold of his wrists, pulling Thorne’s hands from his head and allowing himself to be able to sit back.
“Get on the bed,” Thorne ordered.
Riley was sure Thorne meant to use his imperious tone, but he simply sounded desperate. He stretched out on the bed languidly, as if he weren’t as eager for this as Thorne.
“On your hands and knees. Now.”
He rolled over slowly, pulling his knees under him with careful, deliberate movements. Then he reached behind him and pulled his ass cheeks apart, displaying himself.
“Fuck!” The word came out as a strangled sound.
“Yes, fuck me. Put your cock in me.”
Thorne growled. “I’m in the mood to give you a rough ride.”
“Please. That’s what I need, Mr. Shipton.”
“Oh, is that the game you’re playing?”
Riley looked over his shoulder and smiled. “I’m here to serve you.”
Sometimes one or the other of them was uncomfortable or embarrassed by the fact that Thorne used to pay Riley to fuck him. Then there were times like this when it was hot as hell, when Riley—or rather Dash—wanted to play rent boy for Thorne.
Thorne slapped his ass. “That’s right. You’re here to please me.”
“Does this please you?” Riley pushed a finger into his own ass.
“Yes, keep going while I get ready. I can’t wait to see just how good a fuck you are.”
“You’ll be very happy with me,” Riley insisted.
“I hope so. I’ve got a lot of…restless energy to work through.”
Riley turned his head so he could watch Thorne undress. But all Thorne did was unfasten his pants and pull out his cock. Riley could easily guess what he was thinking. He wanted it to feel dirty, like all he had time for was shoving his cock in Riley’s ass.
Thorne rolled on a condom and slicked himself up. “I hope you’re ready.”
Riley licked his lips dramatically. “More than ready.”
Thorne knelt on the bed behind him. “Hands on the mattress.”
Riley winked and did as he was told as Thorne pushed two fingers into him, stretching him just a bit more. Riley pushed back, taking the digits deeper. Then Thorne rotated his wrist, dragging a groan from Riley. When he curled his fingers to rub across Riley’s prostate, Riley cried out, no longer pretending. “Need you. Need you now.” The words were raw, desperate. Riley didn’t want to wait another second.
Thorne pulled his fingers out and drove his dick into Riley.
“Fuck! That’s…fuck.” Riley was so full. It hurt and yet it didn’t. He didn’t usually like being fucked as roughly as Thorne did, but today that was exactly the mood he was in.
Thorne held still, fingers digging into Riley’s hips. “You okay?”
“Yes! More. I… Take me.”
He pulled back and thrust harder, keeping up a quick rhythm, driving them relentlessly toward climax.
“Yes. Fuck me, Thorne. It’s been too long since we—”
“I forgot just how good your ass feels around me.”
“Harder. You…won’t…hurt me.”
Thorne apparently took him at his word, driving into him and tilting his hips to get the perfect angle.
“Yes. Fuck!” Riley reached for his cock, pumping himself until he came, his ass clenching around Thorne’s cock.
Thorne held back until Riley was fully spent. Then he pulled out and removed the condom.
“Turn over. I want to come on you. I want to see you fucking covered in it.”
Riley repositioned himself and stretched his arms above his head. “Do it.”
Thorne worked his cock. Fast, faster, and then cum shot out over Riley, streaks of it coating him from chin to cock.
“That was so fucking hot.” Riley could barely get the words out he was breathing so hard. His cock stirred like it was contemplating another round.
Thorne shook his head. “Gotta rest first.” He collapsed beside Riley, and they both laughed.
“I doubt I’ll have to wait long,” Riley said.
“You never do,” Thorne agreed.
A few minutes later Thorne’s stomach growled, reminding Riley that Thorne had been too hyped up to eat much at lunch.
“I’m starving, but I don’t want to get up,” Thorne complained.
“We could eat in bed,” Riley suggested, knowing Thorne would never go for it.