Thorne nodded instead of speaking.
Riley didn’t call him out, though. He stepped closer to Thorne until their bodies were touching and rubbed his cock along Thorne’s crack. Thorne groaned and pushed back into him as he nibbled Thorne’s neck and whispered in his ear. “You’re the only one I want for this.”
“Yes.” The word was barely audible.
Riley reached around and stroked his cock until Thorne was thrusting into his hand, his breath coming faster and faster. Then he smacked Thorne’s ass with his open palm.
Thorne jerked in his arms.
He smacked him again, harder.
“Fuck, that stings.”
He let go of Thorne’s cock so he could position himself better. Then he spanked Thorne over and over until Thorne was gasping for breath and his ass was nicely red.
He rubbed a hand over the hot flesh. “You ready for more?”
“Fuck, Riley. I… Yes, but I…”
Riley looked in the mirror. Thorne’s face was pale, and he was sagging.
“You need to lie down.”
“I… Yeah.”
“I want you on the bed, head down, ass in the air.”
Thorne let go of the door frame with one hand and wavered. Riley looped that arm over his shoulder and walked Thorne to the bed. “I love how much this affects you.”
“Yeah, it’s even more intense than before. I…”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Please. I need this. We need this.”
“Sit right here.” Riley patted the end of the bed.
Thorne frowned. “Oh fuck, that’s going to hurt.”
“Good. I’m going to get you some water. I’ll be right back.”
“I would hope so.”
Riley smiled as he walked away. Sarcasm meant Thorne was truly okay.
***
Thorne took a few sips of water. Then Riley leaned down and kissed him gently. “You ready for more now?”
Thorne looked at Riley, holding his gaze, needing him to understand that Thorne could take anything he wanted to give. “Yes.”
Riley smiled. “Good. Then get into position.”
Thorne obeyed, sticking his ass out and wiggling it. That earned him a slap, followed by a rough caress from the end of the crop. This was going to fucking hurt.
Riley laid a hand near the base of his spine. “What do you say if you truly want me to stop?”
“Red.” The word was breathless, but Riley must have been satisfied because he tapped Thorne’s ass then, just enough to give him a taste of the sting that was to come.
The next stroke was harder. They came steadily after that. Thorne’s ass burned, but he needed more, so he pushed his ass out to meet the strokes.
“So gorgeous,” Riley gasped.
Riley increased the speed of the blows until it was hard to distinguish one from another.
Thorne sucked in his breath as Riley ran the tip of the crop over the side of his face, the leather cool and soft. He caressed Thorne’s neck and then drew the crop along his back. Thorne’s cock was begging for attention. He needed to be touched, held. He worked his hips, unable to stop himself.
“So eager, and I thought maybe you’d had enough.”
“I’ll take anything.”
Riley slid the crop between his ass cheeks. “I want to give you a little more before I fuck you, before I drive into you and pound your sore ass, feeling the heat from your skin.”
“Yes! God, yes!”
Still Riley didn’t touch him except with the crop.
He cried out as Riley slapped his ass once, using his hand again. Then he paused. Thorne hung there, desperate for something from Riley, his hand, the crop, anything.
Smack! Another slap.
“Riley! Need you. Need more.”
“Yes. I know.”
Smack! The crop this time.
Thorne whined. “Touch me. Please. Want your hands on me.”
Riley chuckled and cropped his ass again. “I love when you beg.”
“I want you to touch me. I need to be held. I was jealous of that, of the way you…” He was babbling, but he couldn’t stop himself.
The crop thudded as it hit the floor. Riley climbed onto the bed. He slid his hands up over Thorne’s thighs, over his back, along his neck, fingers working into his hair. “I love touching you. Love holding you. Thorne, we can spend the whole weekend in bed holding each other if that’s what you want. I need this too.”
He kissed Thorne’s neck. “Turn over.”
Thorne did, and Riley settled between his legs. Thorne’s cock was standing up it was so hard. When Riley bent and licked the precum from the slit, Thorne arched up, trying to get him to take more.
“I love touching you, love you. Oh God, Thorne.” Riley leaned over the side of the bed, and Thorne heard rustling and then a “thank God.”
He sat back up, holding a condom, which he rolled on quickly. Then he slicked his cock, and Thorne pulled his legs up, giving him easy access.
“Can’t do slow,” he said.
“No. Don’t.”
Riley drove in with one thrust, and Thorne wrapped his legs tightly around him. The sudden stretch burned, and Thorne’s sore ass scraped painfully against the sheets, but he didn’t care. Riley was inside him where he belonged.