Thorne was so stunned he just let it happen for a few seconds before he grabbed Riley right back, slamming their bodies together and sliding his tongue against Riley’s, sucking on his lips, reveling in the feel of Riley’s cock hard against his. This desire had been building all day, and now they were set to explode.
When Riley pulled back, both of them were breathing harshly. Thorne had nearly run out of air, but he hadn’t wanted to let Riley go.
“I should make dinner,” Riley said.
“What?” No way in hell was Thorne thinking about food now. “No, we should keep doing this.”
“But you said you were hungry.”
“Yeah, for you.” Thorne hoped his look conveyed how crazy he thought Riley was.
“That is not what you meant.”
Why bring logic into this? “It’s what I mean now.”
“We’ve waited all day; we can wait a little longer.”
Thorne glanced pointedly at Riley’s crotch; his cock looked ready to burst through the zipper. “I’m not so sure. Isn’t there something here we could eat, besides pie?”
“There’s some sandwich stuff and eggs and a few other things, but—”
“Then we won’t starve.”
“But I—”
“Wait right there.” Thorne knew how to convince him.
He unzipped his suitcase, stuck his hand into one of the interior pockets, and pulled out the riding crop Riley had given him. “I brought this.”
Riley sucked in his breath.
“Worth delaying dinner for?”
Riley nodded. “Are you sure you want to…?”
“Very sure. I’ve jerked off thinking about it more than once since you left.”
“Get out of those clothes and lay over the end of the bed.”
Thorne grinned. “That’s more like it.”
“Now!”
“Mmmm.”
“Do you want this afterward?” Riley rubbed his palm over his erection.
“Fuck yes!”
“Then you’d best do as I say.”
“Yes, Dash.” Thorne winked as he headed toward the bed.
***
WHEN RILEY STEPPED into the room Thorne was bracing himself with one hand on the end of the bed while he worked his cock. His back was arched, and his ass was sticking out, begging to be spanked.
“Are you trying to get yourself in trouble?”
“What do you mean?” Thorne asked, his tone mocking.
Riley slapped his ass. “You know damn well what I mean. I didn’t tell you to jerk off.”
“You left me all alone. I had to entertain myself.”
“I want your chest flat on the bed, hands over your head.”
Riley knew Thorne loved it when he pretended to be angry and harsh, so he slapped Thorne’s ass again, making him jerk. “Should I tie you up?”
“N-no.”
Riley hadn’t expected that quiver in his voice. “Thorne? Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Thorne?”
“I’m a little nervous.”
“Use your safeword if you need to. This is new for both of us. I need to be sure you’ll let me know if it’s too much for you.”
“I will,” Thorne muttered into the mattress.
“Look at me.”
Thorne half rolled over and met Riley’s gaze. “I will. I swear.”
“There is no shame in needing to stop or take a break.”
Thorne nodded.
“Okay. I’m going to play around a bit. Give you some pleasure and then some pain. You are not going to come until I say you can. You got that?”
Thorne nodded again.
“Good. Spread your legs wide and push your ass out. I need good access.”
When Thorne was in position, Riley fitted a cock ring on him.
“I fucking hate those things,” Thorne protested.
Riley just laughed. “Good.”
“Bastard.”
Riley spanked him hard.
“Fuck!”
“You like it when I’m a bastard.”
Thorne growled. “Get on with it.”
Riley lubed a few fingers and pushed them into Thorne’s ass.
Thorne tensed.
“Like that?”
“No.”
“What about this?” He pulled them out slowly and then teased the rim.
Thorne didn’t say anything. Riley pushed them back in, harder this time.
“Fuck!”
“Relax.” Riley laid his other hand on the base of Thorne’s spine.
Riley worked him, opening him up, brushing over his prostate. Soon he was breathing hard and pushing back, trying to get Riley to give him more.
Riley pulled out without warning and spanked Thorne with his hand. He was going to get Thorne good and worked up before switching to the crop. Even if he only used it a little, it would be enough to drive them both crazy.
THORNE DIDN’T KNOW how he was going to handle this overload of sensation. He was so fucking hard, and it would be ages before Dash let him come.
He bit his lip to hold in a whimper when Dash slipped his fingers in again, adding a third, and thrusting hard. It hurt, but not as bad as the sting of Dash’s slaps. Soon Thorne reached the point where the line between pain and pleasure was nearly gone.
Dash dug his fingers into Thorne’s aching ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Then he leaned in until Thorne felt his warm breath on his ass. When Dash swiped his tongue over Thorne’s hole, Thorne couldn’t hold back. “Dash! Don’t stop. Please. Please, I—”
Dash stopped.
“Why?” The word left him before he could stop it. Thorne knew why. Dash wasn’t going to give more than a tease, not yet anyway.