CHAPTER TWO
Dash began unbuttoning his shirt. Thorne couldn’t look away as Dash revealed tanned skin little by little. His chest was waxed smooth, the muscles well defined. Thorne couldn’t wait to get a full view. Finally, Dash pulled the two halves of his shirt apart, letting it hang, giving tantalizing glimpses of his pecs and pebbled nipples. One at a time, he undid the buttons at his cuffs. He watched Thorne with heat in his eyes as he brought his arms behind him and let the shirt slip off and to the floor.
Thorne was practically salivating.
“Like what you see?”
Thorne nodded mutely, fully hard now. Dash groaned as he pinched his own nipples. Then he caressed himself, hands moving sinuously down his sides.
Impatience made Thorne find his voice. “Pants off. Now.”
“We’ll get there.” Dash chuckled, but his hands dropped to his waistband.
He dipped a hand in and sucked in his breath. Thorne imagined his fingers teasing his cock.
“Off,” Thorne demanded.
“I thought you wanted to be fucked.”
“I do. Right fucking now.”
“When I’m topping, I’m in charge.”
Thorne didn’t like for anyone else to have control. He liked to be fucked, hard, but he didn’t like taking orders. So why were Dash’s words so fucking hot? Why was he contemplating letting Dash do exactly what Dash wanted?
Dash toed off his shoes. Then he lifted each leg and divested himself of his socks, taking his time, not rushing a single movement. Fucking bastard. Finally, he unfastened his pants, pushed them over his ass, and let them drop to the floor.
Thorne realized his mouth was literally hanging open. He shut it quickly, but he couldn’t resist licking his lips. Dash’s smile said he knew just how stunning he looked standing there in nothing but a pair of bright red and black Andrew Christian briefs that framed his cock and showed off just how sizable it was. Thorne was going to be feeling it for quite some time if Dash used him as thoroughly as Thorne wanted him to.
Dash tugged at his briefs until his cock bobbed free. It was as thick as it had looked tucked inside the stretchy fabric, maybe more so.
“Lube and condoms are in the bag. Get me ready,” Dash ordered.
Fuck. Thorne’s cock jumped at the command in Dash’s voice. But he stood his ground. This was not how things were supposed to go.
“I like to be fucked, but I’m no submissive.”
Dash glanced at Thorne’s crotch. “Your cock seems to disagree.”
“You’re gorgeous and naked and sex with you is a sure thing. Of course I’m hard.”
Dash raised a brow. “Play along. Say no anytime, but I think you’ll like what I’m offering.”
He did like it, and he resented Dash for knowing that. Without saying a word, he walked over to where Dash had dropped his bag, opened it, and started to look through it. Wow, Dash had quite an interesting collection of dildos, butt plugs, and…rope, the same bright red shade as his briefs.
“Front pocket,” Dash said.
Thorne located the necessary items. Then he walked back to Dash and held them out.
Dash shook his head. “No, I told you to get me ready.”
Thorne sank to his knees, giving in to his need to taste Dash first. He could have rolled the condom on, slicked him up, dropped his pants, and offered his ass. That’s exactly what he’d have done with Marc. No, with Marc he’d have told him to lube his own damn dick and then get Thorne ready. Why was everything so different with Dash? Thorne hated change, at least he usually did.
Dash sucked in his breath when Thorne wrapped a hand around his cock. Thorne would swear the sound was utterly unaffected, but Dash was a professional—pretending he was as into it was his job. Thorne licked at the broad head of Dash’s cock. God, this monster would stretch his ass so good. The taste of Dash’s precum had him wanting more, so he dipped his tongue into the slit. Dash’s hands came down on his shoulders, his grip tight. Thorne nearly convinced himself Dash was as desperate for more as he was himself. He took Dash’s shaft into his mouth, sucking while teasing his balls, rolling them in one hand and using the other to steady himself on Dash’s firm thigh.
Dash rocked forward, pushing into Thorne’s mouth. Thorne took him deeper, sucking, licking. Fuck, his jaw was going to pop if he took much more. He’d never had a man as thick as Dash.
“Enough,” Dash ordered.
Thorne was torn between seeing how far he could push Dash by defying him and obeying because the command in Dash’s voice had his dick hard as titanium. They might not have made it very far yet, but Thorne already knew he’d be engaging Dash for another round the following week. Hell, he’d like to have him back the next day. But no, once a week, that’s how he did things. Everything in his life had a place, and sex was for Friday nights.
His conscience laughed at him. You could be fucking someone every night if you’d get over hiding who you are and being afraid of a relationship.
Fuck off. Things are much better this way.
At least you take that stick out of your ass and put a cock in it on occasion. Or a dildo.
Dash pushed at Thorne’s shoulders. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
“That good, am I?”
Dash glared at him, but he could see the humor Dash was trying to mask. “You’ll do,” he responded; then he gestured toward the lube and condom that Thorne had set on the floor.
Thorne ripped the condom pack open and rolled it onto Dash’s dick, fighting the urge to rush. Then he drizzled lube over him and stroked him a few times to rub it in.
“Now strip and lube your ass,” Dash said.
“I already told you I don’t take orders.” Thorne’s protest sounded weak even to him. Thank God he spoke to his clients with more authority in his voice.
“You’ve been doing a damn fine job taking them so far.”
He refused to acknowledge that Dash was right, but he stood and did exactly what Dash had told him to do. He didn’t take his time like Dash had, though. He pulled his shirt from his pants, made quick work of the buttons, then slipped off his cufflinks and laid them on the coffee table. As soon as he was naked from the waist up, he pushed his pants and boxer briefs to the floor, stepped out of them, and bent to deal with his socks.
“Allow me.”
Suddenly, Dash was on his knees in front of Thorne. He hadn’t expected that. Not with the I-know-you-want-a-dom attitude. Dash tapped one of Thorne’s legs, and he lifted it so Dash could take off his sock. He kissed Thorne on the inside of his ankle, and that mere brush of Dash’s lips made him shudder.
Dash grinned. He’d noticed. The fucker. He took off Thorne’s other sock, slowly and methodically. He kissed that ankle too and then ran his tongue around the circular bone. Thorne couldn’t breathe. Since when was his ankle an erogenous zone? Dash looked up then, his mouth just inches from Thorne’s cock, which was hard and flushed and desperate for Dash to kiss it too.
Dash looked up and down Thorne’s body. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, his voice low and sultry.
Thorne didn’t know how to reply to that. He kept himself in shape, and he knew he was a nice-looking man, but he didn’t expect compliments like that.
Thorne was relieved from the need to speak by Dash taking his cock into his mouth.
Electric current raced through Thorne’s body. “Jesus!”
Dash’s mouth was so fucking hot, and he sucked so tightly, and oh my fucking God, he took Thorne all the way down, pressing his lips against Thorne’s pubic bone.
Dash pulled back. “Enough of that. I don’t want things to end too soon.”
Thorne wanted to protest, but he’d lost the ability to speak.
Dash grabbed the lube and held it out to Thorne. “Open yourself up. I want to watch.”
Thorne’s heart pounded. Just how much of him was Dash going to expose? The idea of bending over in front of Dash, showing off his ass, parting it, driving his fingers in deep while Dash watched… Why the hell was that so hot, and how did Dash know he would think so?
He squirted lube onto a few fingers and then moved farther into the living area where he could prop one foot on a stool. He’d never been into performing for his partner, but he sure as hell was now, at least according to his cock, which was so hard he didn’t know how he would last once Dash was inside him.
He positioned himself so Dash had a good view.
Dash gave a predatory smile. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Thorne snorted. “I bet you say that to all your clients.”
“I most certainly don’t.”
More flattery. Thorne should just enjoy it instead of overanalyzing. He pushed a finger into his ass, slowly moving it in and out. He could hear Dash breathing hard, but he kept his eyes closed. He added another finger, working them both deep. Then he held them still and used his leg muscles to move his body up and down like he was riding a cock.
“More.” Dash’s voice was strangled. Thorne looked at him; his mouth was open and his eyes wide. He’d lost the calculating look he’d had before, and the sweet young man was back, well, a sweet young man who loved ass, anyway.
Thorne added another finger, groaning as he sank down. He’d need to be really open to take Dash’s cock.
“Get that beautiful ass of yours to the bed. I want you bent over the end, arms stretched out. I suggest you hold on to something. It’s going to be a wild ride.”
God, Thorne hoped so. His cock was so hard he wasn’t sure he could walk.
“Should we close the blinds, or are you happy to give a show?” Dash asked.
Thorne had floor-to-ceiling windows throughout his apartment and rarely used the blinds. Hardly anyone could see them up so high, especially with the lights dim. Thorne was in the closet. He wasn’t willing to risk what coming out would mean to his business, but somehow twenty floors up, he felt distant from such concerns. He liked to take a few risks. “We’ll leave them open. Lights low.”
The lights dimmed.
“Well fuck me. What other tricks can you do?”
“The system responds to a limited amount of voice commands. I—”
“Like to control things,” Dash said.
“Are you always this fucking arrogant with clients?”
Dash laughed. “Only the special ones.”
Before Thorne could respond, Dash issued a command. “Get into position. I don’t want to wait any longer, and I don’t think you do either.”
Thorne sure as fuck didn’t. His ass felt empty after he’d worked so hard to stretch himself. Just thinking of the look on Dash’s face as he’d watched was enough to make him stumble. “Fuck!”
Dash caught him under the arm and supported him the last step of the way. “Thanks.” The word slipped out before Thorne could stop it. He hated how vulnerable he sounded.
“Always,” Dash said, whispering the word close to his ear.
Thorne turned and cupped Dash’s face. He almost never kissed men, especially ones he’d hired, but this time he wanted to. “Do you kiss?”
Dash smiled. “I love to, but I’d figured you for the type who didn’t.”
“I don’t,” Thorne said and kissed him.
Dash groaned and opened easily to Thorne’s questing tongue. God, his mouth felt good, slick and warm. Their tongues tangled, and the kiss grew wilder, harsher. Dash grabbed Thorne’s ass and hauled him up against his body, their cocks sliding along each other.
Thorne thrust against Dash, wanting to feel Dash’s cock rub against his. He couldn’t help himself; that thick, hard flesh was making him crazy. Dash pulled back and spun him to face the bed. He was so dizzy from the kiss and the sudden movement that he crashed to the bed, managing to catch himself on his arms. Slowly, he stretched out, sinking down, and letting the mattress hold him up.
Dash grabbed his hips and pulled him back. “I can’t have you humping the mattress when I’m determined to make this last as long as possible.”
“Holy fuck!”
“Yes, it will be.”
Thorne worked his hips, but his dick didn’t touch anything but air. He doubted he’d survive much longer, but rather than touching himself like he wanted to, he kept his arms stretched out over his head and held the comforter in a death grip. At this rate, he’d rip it to shreds before the night ended. Finally, Dash moved directly behind him and brushed Thorne’s hole with the tip of his cock.
Thorne squirmed, wanting to get away and take more at the same time.
“Mmm, so responsive,” Dash said. “This is going to be a lot of fun, isn’t it?”
“Stop fucking teasing me.”
“Oh, you don’t like teasing?” Dash teased his hole again. “You want me to give you this?”
“Yes, goddammit!”
Dash pushed in without warning, breaching the tight muscle and making Thorne cry out.
“Fucking bastard!”
Dash held still, he was only a little way inside, but Thorne already felt like he was being split in two.
“Breathe,” Dash encouraged.
Thorne wasn’t sure his lungs worked anymore, or maybe it was his brain that had gone wonky.
“Relax and breathe.” Dash ran his hands up and down Thorne’s back on either side of his spine. Eventually, the movement lulled Thorne, and once again, he sank into the mattress.
Dash pulled out and drove in again.
“Oh my fucking God!” Thorne yelled. He’d have sworn Dash was trying to put a telephone pole up his ass. “If that’s not all of it, I don’t think I can—”
“You’ll take it. Don’t worry.” Dash massaged him again, soothing, lulling. “Just relax and open up.”
Fuck that! He was about as open as he could get and not be torn apart.
Dash pulled back and then used slow, tiny strokes, mere pulses. At first it still hurt, but after a few seconds, Thorne needed “more!”
“All of it,” Dash said.
He pushed in slow but steady, gripping Thorne’s shoulders for leverage. “Push out.”
Thorne did, and fuck, fuck, fuck, Dash made it all the way in.
“See? I told you you’d take it all.”
“You’re killing me.” Thorne forced the words out through gritted teeth.
“No, you’ll live, but I might just ruin you for other men.”
Thorne groaned. “I think you already have.”
Dash massaged Thorne’s ass, his shoulders, and his back until he was like putty, putty with a pole up its ass.
When he started to move again, Thorne whined, an embarrassing sound. His cock had softened as he’d relaxed, but it hardened again after only a few of Dash’s slow strokes.
“Now let’s see if I can…” Dash’s words trailed off. He tilted Thorne’s hips and pushed in deeper.
Thorne’s body lit up. “Yes. Right there. Oh my God!”
“I found it.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” Thorne growled.
Dash kept going, fucking Thorne at the perfect angle. Thorne was coming apart. He was so fucking close, but he couldn’t get the friction he needed to go over.
“I need…” He couldn’t think. Words formed in his brain but didn’t reach his mouth. He was floating; the only thing real was Dash’s cock.
“What do you need?” Dash asked.
“Please!”
“Tell me, Mr. Shipton.”
“Thorne.” There. His voice did work. At least for a one-word answer.
“What?”
“Call. Me. Thorne.”
“What do you need, Thorne?”
Thorne gave up trying to say it. He let go of the comforter. His hand was nearly too cramped to work, but somehow he’d have to force it, because if he didn’t get some friction on his cock soon, he was going to lose his fucking mind.
When he reached under his body, Dash grabbed his hand and yanked it out to the side.
“No!” Thorne shouted. “Need to come. Now!”
“Oh, you want to come?”
“Fuck you!” Thorne struggled, trying to free his hand from Dash’s grip.
“No need to be rude. All you have to do is ask.” Dash wrapped a hand around Thorne’s cock.
Thorne gasped. He was so fucking sensitive now. He gripped the comforter again as Dash worked him. He thrust into Dash’s fist and back onto his dick, desperate for release.
“Yes,” Dash encouraged him. “Take what you want. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Thorne cried out as he came, the orgasm hitting him so hard the world dimmed. He fought for air as he shot over and over, and Dash kept jerking him off.
When he was done, he collapsed against the comforter, drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted.
Dash let go of his cock and leaned over him, putting his hands on top of Thorne’s. “My turn.”
He fucked Thorne hard, fast, but still with finesse, keeping his rhythm steady until he cried out Thorne’s name. His fucking name. Did he plan that?
Dash jerked his hips against Thorne’s as his orgasm seemed to consume him and then it was all over. Thorne would have to go back to the real world where there weren’t any brazen rent boys, only fucking demanding clients.
He let out a long breath, deciding a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt. He didn’t push Dash off like he might have. They lay there, Dash draped over him, their bodies slick against each other, their breathing heavy.
Dash kissed his neck, his back, each vertebra. Then slowly, he rose and pulled out.
Thorne gasped. “Wow, that’s…wow.” Thank God he wouldn’t be sitting on any hard conference room chairs tomorrow.
“All you’d hoped for?”
“More.” Thorne immediately wished he could take that back. He felt more exposed with that admission than he had with his ass spread for Dash.
“Good.” Dash leaned down and kissed each of his ass cheeks. “I aim to please.”
Thorne forced himself to stand. “Whoa.” The room spun, and he had to wait a few seconds before he was certain he could make it to the bathroom without crashing to the floor.
“Lie down for a bit if you’d like,” he told Dash. “I’m going to grab a shower and then I’ve got to get back to work.”
“YoU’re working on a Friday night?”
Thorne sighed. “I’m always working.”