“You’re thinking too hard,” Dash said.
“I…”
Dash stuffed two fingers deep in Thorne’s ass, and he couldn’t think anymore.
Dash winked. “I thought that would work.”
“I was just…fantasizing.”
“You don’t need to. I’m right here.”
And he was. Absolutely right the fuck there. Dash brushed the tip of his cock over Thorne’s hole, and Thorne grabbed the pillow behind him.
“Should I restrain you again?” Dash asked.
“No, you should fucking fuck me.”
“So impatient.” Dash slid his fingers down Thorne’s chest. Then, finally, he pushed into Thorne, just a shallow thrust before he pulled out again.
Thorne scowled.
“I love how much you need this,” Dash purred as he drove in harder, deeper, then pulled out again.
Thorne reached for him, grabbing the sides of his head and yanking him down until their lips were inches apart. “I’m done with games. Fuck. Me. Now.”
Dash did, and this time, he didn’t stop. He pistoned into Thorne with gusto, and it was so good. The slide of him inside Thorne’s ass, the way he knew just how to angle himself so he rubbed over Thorne’s sweet spot. Heaven.
“Dash,” Thorne gasped.
“Right. Here.” He punctuated his words with strong thrusts.
“I want it rough. I want to really feel it.”
Dash smiled at him. Then he took Thorne’s hands in his and pressed them to the mattress. Thorne hooked his legs over Dash’s shoulders, thankful he was still flexible enough to do it.
Dash took him at his word and went at him hard, thrusts coming so fast Thorne couldn’t catch his breath. He struggled against Dash’s hold, fighting, bucking up, his cock rubbing against Dash’s abdomen.
“Need…” He couldn’t get the words out.
“What do you need?” Dash demanded.
He was going to combust if he didn’t get relief. “Hand. Cock.”
“No.”
“Dash!”
“You can come just like this.”
“Oh, God.” Why was Dash doing this to him? Sure Dash had worked him so well that he’d come hands free before. But he couldn’t always do it, and he fucking hated how Dash’s cock brushing his prostate held him suspended. Right there. Ready to go over. If he just had a hand on his dick, he’d have already come.
“So close. Dash don’t—”
“You love it.”
He loved it. He hated it.
Dash released Thorne’s hands and sat back. “Turn over.”
“Noooo.” Thorne hated the whine in his voice.
“Do it. It’s easier to hit your prostate that way. You know it is.”
Thorne groaned as he turned over. If he just grabbed his dick, he could come so quick—
“Don’t you dare.”
“How did you—”
“You really think I don’t know what you’re thinking when you’re this desperate to come?”
Dash pulled Thorne’s ass cheeks apart and drove in. He was right about the position. The pleasure was so intense. Thorne squeezed his eyes shut. Heat. Burning. His balls so fucking tight. He had to come. Had to. Sharp near-pain tightened and…
“Dash!!!” he cried as he went over, cum shooting forcefully from his cock.
“So fucking hot,” Dash murmured. “Your ass. The way it…oh fuck!”
Dash drove in hard and held still, then with a series of short thrusts he came before Thorne had even finished.
Thorne collapsed with Dash on top of him. “That was…”
“Yeah…”
“How do you always know what I need?”
Dash rose up enough to grin down at him. “I’m that fucking good.”
“Yeah, you are.” Thorne was too blissed out to be competitive, a rare state for him.
Dash gave a soft smile—becoming simply Riley again—as he rolled off Thorne and settled beside him. “You were right.”
Thorne thought for a second or two. “Right about what?”
“We’re going to be okay.”
Thorne let himself sink into the mattress, tension draining from him. Yes. They were.
***
The next morning Thorne tripped on a box which was sitting in his usual bathroom. He caught himself on the bathroom doorframe and bit back the words he wanted to shout at Riley, who was shaving at the bathroom mirror, apparently oblivious to having to dodge obstacles to get there.
After they’d fucked the night before, they’d unpacked a few things, mostly Riley’s kitchen gear so he could make them a fabulous dinner. Then they’d ignored the rest and watched a movie.
Be nice. He’s already skittish.
“Good morning.” Thorne grabbed Riley’s ass at a strategic time so he wouldn’t risk Riley cutting himself.
Riley made an exasperated sound and pushed him toward the shower. “I’m going to be late. I should have set my alarm earlier. I’m all…disoriented.”
Thorne frowned. Unlike him. Riley was usually in a good mood in the morning.
“Have you eaten?” Thorne asked.
“Fuck, no. I haven’t eaten. All I’ve done is get up and shower, and now I’ll never make the bus.”
Thorne backed out of the bathroom and found his phone. He placed a call to his car service and arranged for a car to arrive in twenty minutes.
What else did Riley need? Breakfast? Thorne checked the time. He’d be later to his office than he meant to be, but he didn’t have a meeting first thing, so everyone could deal. He smiled to himself, thinking how far he’d come since he’d met Riley. He would have already been at the office in the old days.