“Fuck.” Thorne could hardly breathe.
“If you’re too sore…”
Thorne considered that. He wasn’t really sore inside, just his ass cheeks where he’d been spanked. “I want to try it.”
“This is going to be amazing.”
***
Thorne had never been so distracted while sailing. Thank God the wind was gentle, moving enough to let them use the sails but not to give any challenges. He wasn’t sure he could have handled much more.
But as torturous as the constant fullness was—not to mention Riley’s reminders of it—it was also hot as fuck. While he steered, Riley remained close, pressing their bodies together and making the torment that much worse. Then, when it was Riley’s turn at the tiller and Thorne was checking the rigging, Thorne caught Riley staring at his ass. He stayed at least semi-hard the whole damn morning.
By the time they docked the boat, Thorne was buzzing with anticipation. He was beyond ready to get the plug out, and he didn’t care how sore he was, he needed to be fucked.
When they stepped in the door of the cottage, Thorne grabbed Riley and kissed him hard, practically inhaling him, pressing him against the wall and grinding into him. “Fuck, I didn’t think I was going to survive that,” he whispered against Riley’s neck.
Riley pulled back, grinning at Thorne. “You don’t think that’s it, do you?”
Thorne tried to process Riley’s words. “It?”
“I’m not done with you. It’s going to be a long time before that plug comes out.”
“Fuck.” Thorne wasn’t sure he could take it.
“You said all day.”
“I didn’t mean that literally.”
Riley gave him an insufferable smirk. “Actually, I think you did. Besides, you conned me into making do with the food we had here yesterday. We’re going to the grocery store now so I can cook a real dinner for tonight, and we can make cupcakes.”
Thorne couldn’t believe it. “You’re going to make me cook with a fucking plug in my ass?”
“Damn right I am.”
“Riley, I’m already a disaster; if I’m distracted by the plug—”
“And me in an apron.”
Thorne groaned. “This isn’t going to work.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing you rise to the challenge.”
Thorne glared at him. “I hate you.”
“I know.”
Thorne reached for Riley, hoping to drag him back for another kiss and make him forget this absurd plan.
But Riley wouldn’t budge. “Come on. The sooner we get the cupcake ingredients, the sooner you’ll get what you want.”
***
At the store, Riley selected the ingredients for chicken curry and the devil’s food cupcakes Thorne had been obsessed with since he’d first brought them to Thorne on their second evening together. Thorne grumbled and rushed him the entire time, but instead of annoying him, it just made him even happier he hadn’t fallen prey to Thorne’s seduction attempts.
Back in the cottage, Thorne watched as Riley prepped the ingredients for the curry, alternately sitting and pacing, obviously not able to find a comfortable position. Riley loved how incapable he was of hiding his discomfort. When the curry was simmering on the stove, warm spicy smells filled the kitchen. Riley untied his apron and watched as Thorne closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“I would swear just the smell of that is making me harder,” Thorne said.
Riley laughed. “You’re such a sensualist.”
“I’m so fucking horny I’m going to explode; that’s what I am.”
Riley responded by pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the back of a chair.
“What are you doing?” Thorne asked, suspicion evident in his tone.
“Stripping; what does it look like?” Riley began unfastening his pants.
“Why? You said we had to make cupcakes first.”
“We do. But I’m a bit overdressed.” He pushed his pants over his hips, loving the sharp intake of breath when Thorne saw that he was wearing Thorne’s favorite underwear, a red pair that cradled his cock and balls perfectly, like a little package all ready for Thorne.
“You can’t seriously expect me to have a cooking lesson with you wearing that and my ass full.”
“Of course not. I’m putting this back on.” Riley reached for his apron and dropped it over his head.
Thorne groaned. “That’s worse.”
Riley turned around, deliberately showing off his ass for Thorne as he lined up the ingredients on the counter. He could hear Thorne’s slow, measured breaths.
“Come here.” He patted the counter beside him. “Let’s get started.”
Thorne scowled. “You’re ignoring me, aren’t you?”
“Yep.”
“Asshole.”
Riley barely kept from laughing. “We’re going to mix the dry ingredients in this bowl.” He handed Thorne a measuring cup. “Measure out two cups of flour.”
Thorne dipped the cup in the flour. When he pulled it out, it was mostly full. He started to dump it into the bowl, but Riley laid a hand on his wrist. “Not like that.” He took the cup from Thorne. “Watch me.”
He scooped up a heaping full cup and then used a knife to slide across the top and level it. “We need to be precise for the structure of the cake to work. It would be best to weigh the ingredients, but we don’t have a scale here.”