CHAPTER FIVE
Thorne’s workweek was just as bad as he’d expected it to be. At least, the memories of Dash and the anticipation of what was to come once he was back in town on Friday made it bearable, more than bearable actually. He’d jacked off every single night in the hotel, thinking of Dash while he finger-fucked himself and pretended it was Dash’s cock inside him.
That afternoon, he’d had a final tedious meeting with the client who claimed to want his advice but argued with him every fucking step of the way. A delay at the airport did nothing to ease Thorne’s annoyance. His neck and shoulders ached with tension by the time he landed in Atlanta. He couldn’t wait to see Dash. After coaxing, pushing, and manipulating clients all week, he wanted to let go and concentrate on nothing but pleasure. He was so eager to be held down, forced, and used that he had to move his jacket in front of him to hide his hard-on as he stood in the taxi line.
He reached home with barely time to clean up and change before Dash arrived. When he emerged from the shower, he slipped on his plush terry robe, another one of the luxuries he afforded himself. The robe had cost more than some of his colleagues’ suits, but he had the money, and he loved the feel of the soft fabric against his skin. He figured there was no need to dress since he hoped to be naked within minutes of Dash arriving. This time he wasn’t going to let Dash distract him. He was going to get down to business right away.
The buzzer alerted him to a visitor before he had a chance to pour himself a cocktail, but that was fine—even the best bourbon was no match for Dash.
“Mr. Dash is here to see you, sir. Shall I send him up?” Michaels asked.
“Yes, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sir.”
Thorne frowned at the agitated state of his stomach. Butterflies. Fucking butterflies. He’d hired this man, and he was—oh fuck, why’d he have to think of that—twenty years younger.
Dash knocked, the same two sharp taps as last week.
Once Thorne let him in, Dash eyed him appreciatively. “Dressed for the occasion?”
“And why shouldn’t I be?” Thorne asked as he pushed the door shut.
“It’s a good look for you.” Dash’s gaze traveled down Thorne’s body. “You have beautiful feet.”
“Is that a thing for you?” Thorne asked, wiggling his toes.
Dash laughed. “So you can be playful after all.”
Thorne snorted at his impertinence.
“And my thing is whatever my client wants.”
Thorne raised a brow, challenging him.
“It’s not a particular fetish of mine—though I appreciate beauty in all forms and places—but I aim to serve my clients’ needs.”
“Or to tell them what those needs are.”
“Is that what you’d like me to do today?” Dash asked. He seemed to grow a few inches taller as he let the commanding persona settle over him.
Thorne ignored him. Dash had his messenger bag with him again, but he was also carrying a white paper bag that smelled of cake—rich cake.
“What’s that?” Thorne reached for the bag.
Dash slapped his hand away. “It’s a surprise for later.”
Thorne frowned. “Why do I feel like you wanted to tack ‘if you’re a good boy’ on to that sentence?”
Dash laughed. “Maybe I did.”
“I told you I—”
“Don’t do submissive. And I told you I wasn’t so sure you didn’t.”
Thorne hated how right Dash might be. “Look—”
Dash held up a hand. “I have an idea for tonight. Would you like me to run with it and see where it takes us, or are you going to wrest control?”
Why the fuck did that sound so sexy—grappling with Dash, fighting for who would be on top. “Is both an option?”
Dash grinned. “We’ll have to see.”
“Worried about an old guy’s stamina?”
“You don’t seem the least bit old to me.”
Dash’s statement caught Thorne off guard, because it wasn’t made in the same playful tone. It sounded serious, heartfelt. Or maybe Thorne’s brain was too clouded by lust to tell. “I’d like to hear your idea.”
Dash set the paper bag down on the coffee table and unzipped his satchel. He pulled out a plug—not the giant vibrating one that had caught Thorne’s attention the week before—a basic one that was large enough to make a man really feel it but not scare him.
Thorne inclined his head toward the plug. “I like it so far.”
“Then turn around.”
Thorne almost protested. But he was the one who’d insisted they get right down to business.
“Kneel on the couch and brace yourself on the back.”
Damn, his authoritative tone was fucking hot. Thorne’s cock was suddenly very much in the game. He positioned himself like Dash had demanded, but he turned so he could see what Dash was doing—rolling a condom onto the plug, then lubing it up.
“So you’re just going to shove that up my ass?” Thorne asked.
Dash glared. “I would hope you’d give me credit for a little more finesse than that, but essentially, yes, unless you object.”
Fuck, no, he didn’t object. He wasn’t sure he’d object to anything Dash dreamed up.
Dash knelt by the couch. He pushed Thorne’s robe up and out of the way. Then he used both hands to take hold of Thorne’s ass and pull his cheeks apart. Thorne groaned. Why was it so fucking hot to be exposed like that? Dash blew against his hole, his breath hot. Thorne couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through him.
“Like that, do you?”
“Fuck, yes!”
Dash did it again. Then he brushed the tips of his thumbs over Thorne’s hole. He pushed in with one, barely breaching Thorne’s defenses. It wasn’t enough.
“Stop fucking teasing me.” Thorne grabbed Dash’s wrist and tried to encourage him to go deeper.
Dash shook off his hold. “We’re doing this my way.”
“That is not how this is supposed to work.” Thorne was the client. And yet, there he was, perched on his couch, ass on display, and loving it.
“Hands on the back of the couch,” Dash ordered.
Fucking bastard. But Thorne did what he said.
“Are you going to make me pay later?”
Thorne most certainly was. “Yes. Definitely.”
Dash laughed. “Good.”
Thorne imagined what they would do when it was his turn. He had to think of a way to make Dash writhe, but his thoughts scattered when Dash pushed a lubed finger into his ass and rapidly added another one.
Thorne pushed back against him, trying to take the digits deeper. “Get on with it.”
Dash huffed. “Did you forget everything I told you last week about delaying gratification?”
“I don’t fucking believe in waiting for satisfaction,” Thorne snarled. “I go after what I want, get it, and move on.”
“You’re missing out on the deliciousness of anticipation, not to mention basking in the afterglow.”
“If I spent time basking, I wouldn’t be able to afford you.”
Dash tilted his head as if considering that idea. “Possibly not, but wouldn’t you be happier?”
“My cock sure as hell wouldn’t be.”
Dash grinned. “That may well be true. You wanted the best, and here I am.”
“Arrogance wasn’t one of the traits I requested.”
“It’s not arrogance when it’s a simple fact.”
Thorne narrowed his eyes at Dash who chose that moment to push the plug into his ass. “Fucking fuck!”
“For a fancy businessman, you sure as hell cuss like a sailor.”
“My grandmother’s fault.”
“Oh, really?” Dash sounded like he didn’t believe him.
“She was a sailor, well, a WAVE in WWII. She—”
Dash wiggled the plug, and Thorne stopped. “Go on. Talk all you like. It’s not going to stop me.”
“I wasn’t—”
“That’s what you do at work, isn’t it? Talk to distract people and then get them to do what you want.”
Thorne shook his head. “No, I give them advice.”
“I don’t need any.” Dash pushed the plug deeper.
Thorne squirmed. The fucking thing felt twice as wide as it had looked.
“Just breathe and push against it,” Dash instructed.
“Damn it! I fucking know how to take something up my ass.”
“Oooh. You’re touchy when things don’t go your way.” Dash chuckled.
“You are seriously trying to get fired.”
“No, I’m trying to make you see how much you fight what you need.” He pushed deeper before Thorne could respond. A little more and it was all the way in, Thorne’s ass tightening around the narrow point before the flange. Thorne took short, ragged breaths as he tried to get used to the sensation of having it deep inside. He fought the urge to move, to twist away from the burn. It fucking hurt, and yet, oh my God, it felt good. His cock was hard as iron. Dash was right: Thorne fucking loved having him in control.
Dash twisted the plug. And Thorne groaned. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, damn it.”
“Good, now turn around and sit, so we can have some cupcakes.”
Thorne must have heard that wrong. “What?”
“Cupcakes. Mini ones. That’s what I have in the bag.”
“I don’t want fucking cupcakes.”
“I made them myself.” Dash’s voice was dripping with sweetness.
Dash had actually made him cupcakes. Why the hell would he do that? “Later. We’ll eat them later. Right now, I want to be fucked.”
“Won’t work while this is in.” He thumped the end of the plug, and Thorne jerked. “Cupcakes first. We’re building anticipation, remember?”
“Fuck off.”
Dash laughed.
“You seriously think I’m going to sit here and eat cupcakes with this thing up my ass?”
“Yes, I do.” Still that annoyingly sweet tone.
“You—”
Dash toyed with the plug while using his free hand to stroke Thorne’s cock. Whatever Thorne was going to say was lost on a wave of pleasure.
“By the time we’re done eating, you’ll be so ready for my cock, I’ll bend you right over the couch and drive inside you. But first: We’re. Going. To. Eat.” He punctuated each word with a pull on Thorne’s cock. When he let go, Thorne clamped his lips together to keep from whimpering.
Thorne knew he could stop this anytime. He’d hired Dash to pleasure him, but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the way Dash took control. He wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of saying so, though. He was going to sit there and eat cupcakes like there wasn’t anything unusual going on; at least, he hoped he was.
“I brought coffee too,” Dash said, pulling out a thermos.
Thorne stood and pulled his robe together. “I’ll get plates.”
Dash laid a hand on his thigh. “No, you stay right here. I’ll get everything we need.”
Thorne started to insist that he could handle it, then realized how it would feel to walk around with the plug in his ass. He eased himself down onto the couch. The plug shifted as he sat. He sucked in his breath, and Dash grinned knowingly.
“You don’t want to serve our food naked this time?” Thorne asked, hoping that taunting Dash would get the focus off him.
“Hmmm,” Dash said. “Come to think of it, I would like to get out of these restrictive layers.”
Why had Thorne asked?
He couldn’t help but watch as Dash revealed his beautiful body. With a total lack of self-consciousness, he strutted to the kitchen. How did he move so fluidly?
Dash poured coffee and placed bite-sized cupcakes on plates. “There,” he said, settling onto the couch near Thorne. “I think we’re ready.”
Thorne was ready—ready to be fucked. The faster they ate, the faster they could move on to the mind-numbing orgasm he felt building in his balls. He picked up a cupcake and bit into it. It was so fucking rich and chocolatey that he actually forgot his predicament for a few moments. “You really made these?”
Dash grinned. “Yes, I did. My alter ego is an aspiring pastry chef.”
“These are amazing.”
“Thank you. I was rather pleased with how they turned out.”
“Are they your specialty?”
“No, but they’re something I’ve recently perfected. I’m adding to my repertoire every week. My favorite thing to make right now is cannoli. I finally got some cannoli forms, and I’ve been experimenting with getting the filling just right. My latest trick is adding a touch of cherry juice. It gives them a sweet/tart punch and… Sorry, I tend to get carried away when I start talking about food.”
Thorne shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I appreciate food despite being a terrible cook.” And he loved seeing Dash all bright-eyed and passionate even when it wasn’t about sex.
“I could teach you.”
“To cook? I doubt it. I’m a disaster in the kitchen.”
“Anyone can learn,” Dash insisted.
“The few times I’ve tried… Well, the building manager was kind about having to turn off the fire alarm.”
Dash snickered, and Thorne couldn’t help laughing too. He shifted position to face Dash and froze. He’d forgotten about the plug.
Dash grinned. He had to have seen Thorne’s reaction, but he didn’t mention it. “What did you burn?”
Thorne groaned. “You’re going to laugh at me.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“Grilled cheese.”
Dash did laugh, so hard tears came to his eyes.
“You still think I could make a cake?”
Dash nodded. “I do, but we’d need to work up to it.”
“I’ll leave it to you. How did you get started cooking?”
“My mom’s cooking was not quite as challenged as yours, but it wasn’t fantastic. I wanted better food, so I started watching shows on Food Network, and I checked out cookbooks from the library. I went from scrambled eggs to omelets to creating my own quiches, and once I discovered baking, I fell in love.”
“So why…never mind.”
“Why aren’t I a baker instead of a rent boy?”
Thorne nodded. “You don’t have to tell me. Like I said, I didn’t hire you for—”
“For a man with his ass stuffed full, you look terribly relaxed. That tells me that talking is a good thing for you after all.”
Thorne scowled, not wanting to think about how easily Dash turned his world upside down.
“The answer to your question is money. To do what I want I either need start-up money for a business, or money to get a baking and pastry arts certificate, or ideally both. As you know, I make good money working for Sheila, and I have most of my days free to keep baking. I’m working with a friend who’s building a catering business.”
Thorne ate another mini cupcake, his third. “I’m glad you have plans because these should be shared with the world. They’re even better than the cake we had last week.”
Color rose in Dash’s cheeks. “I don’t know about that. But I’m glad you like them.”
“What’s something else you learned to make recently?”
“Turnovers. I just learned how to make really good flaky pastry, and I’ve been trying lots of combinations, even savory ones.”
Dash obviously put all of himself into what he did. Thorne understood that. When he had a chance to win a new contract, he fought hard for it. He might occasionally wish he had time for more than work, but he was passionate about helping others make their companies the best they could be. He began spinning a business plan for Dash, excited about all the possibilities.
“You’re smiling,” Dash said.
“It’s the cupcakes.” No way was he going to admit what he was really thinking.
“Maybe I’ll let you sample my turnovers one day.”
“Maybe right now you’ll do something about this.” Thorne parted his robe and skimmed a hand over his cock.
Dash licked his lips, clearly very interested. “Not yet. Tell me about you. I can’t believe you really don’t do anything but work. Surely you have other interests.”
“I’m on the board at the art museum, and I attend a lot of charity gatherings.” Was that it? When had he stopped doing things just for fun? “I used to sail.”
“That does sound fun. Do you own a sailboat?” Dash asked.
“I used to. After I got my MBA and started working for Symthson, I bought myself a boat, took lessons, and learned how to sail. It was a gift to myself.”
“See? There is another side to you. You lit up when you told me that.”
Had he really?
“What got you interested in sailing?”
“When I was a kid, one of my favorite books was Swallows and Amazons. Did you ever read that?”
Dash shook his head. “No.”
“The four main characters, siblings, are spending the summer at a lake in England, and they have a sailboat. They camp on an island, meet two girls who live on the lake and have their own boat, and all six of them have adventures together.”
“Sounds fun. Did you have adventures on your boat?”
Thorne pondered that. “Not too many.” He and Clint had taken the boat out frequently. They’d had some wonderful afternoons, but Clint had always had to go back to his wife. Then everything ended. “I sold it when I realized I hadn’t taken it out in over a year.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Seven, maybe eight years.”
Dash frowned. “You should buy another and take it out every weekend.”
“I don’t really have weekends.”
“Which is why you’re so tense.”
Thorne leaned forward to refill his coffee cup. Once again the plug reminded him that he’d yet to get what he wanted from Dash.
Dash must have noticed because he smiled. “Finish your coffee and then I’ll finish you.”
“Damn right you will.”
He held up another mini cupcake, a white one, and offered it to Thorne. Thorne reached for it, but Dash shook his head. He moved closer and held it up to Thorne’s lips. “Taste. This one is Italian cream.”
Suddenly, Thorne was aware of the plug again even though he wasn’t moving. He took a bite and then licked his lips to capture all the icing. “Delicious.”
Dash popped the other half into his own mouth, groaning as he chewed. He looked as lost to pleasure as he had when he was riding Thorne’s cock the week before.
“So good,” Dash murmured. “I didn’t make those. My friend Susan did, but I have her recipe.”
“Good.” Thorne realized that implied he’d be getting more. But cupcakes were a one-time thing, weren’t they? Of course, he could have Dash cater an event for him. Those cupcakes would go a long way to lure in more clients. But it would also be next to impossible for him to hide how much he wanted the man. Mixing Dash and work was a terrible idea.
“I’ve got more,” Dash said.
Thorne slid lower on the couch, dropped his head back, and opened his legs. He shifted around, deliberately making the plug tease him. “Feed me another one.”
Dash grinned. “You’re fucking hot all spread out for me like that.”
“Then get over here,” Thorne said.
Dash grabbed the blanket they’d used to protect the couch the week before. He and Thorne spread the blanket out. Then Dash picked up an Italian-cream cupcake, straddled Thorne, and fed it to him.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said when Thorne finished chewing.
“The plug?”
“I’d rather you tell me how it feels to wait until I decide the time is right. How does it feel knowing I’m going to eventually pull that plug out and fuck you? But until then, all you get is a tease.”
“You get off on that, don’t you?”
Dash’s eyes sparkled. “On what?”
“Making people wait, teasing, working them up.”
“I get off on other people’s pleasure, and the more things build, the bigger the bang when they go off.”
Thorne would have laughed if he hadn’t been so horny. “Seriously?”
“Okay, that was really cheesy, but yeah.”
“And you want that? You want to see me go off?” Thorne asked.
“I do, but I want it to be the absolute best you’ve had.”
Of course he did and of course he was going to say what Thorne wanted to hear and yet…Thorne was buying into it. And he wanted more. A lot more. But Thorne didn’t do relationships, and this one would be doomed from the start.
“Kiss me,” Thorne said. He needed that at least.
“My pleasure.” Dash licked Thorne’s lower lip. “Sweet.”
“That’s the icing.”
Dash sighed. “Icing mixed with you. It’s heavenly.”
Fuck. This man was too much. Dash kissed Thorne for real then, and Thorne lost himself in it. He tilted his hips, trying to get more full-body contact. Dash yanked his robe open and reached between Thorne’s legs to tug on the plug. When he’d freed it from Thorne’s body, he laid it on a towel he’d placed on the floor. “You ready?”
“Fuck yes.” Thorne turned around and braced himself on the back of the couch; no way was he taking the time to walk to the bedroom. Besides, it was fitting since he’d fucked Dash on the couch the week before.
Dash reached under Thorne and wrapped a hand around his cock. He fought the urge to let Dash bring him to release like that.
“Enough.” He pushed at Dash’s hand. “I don’t want to come before you’re in me.”
“Are you sure? What if I could make you come again before I did?”
“That’s very unlikely.”
“We could make a game of it. I make you come twice, and you do something for me. You don’t come again, and I owe you whatever you choose.”
“I want more of those cupcakes and some cherry turnovers too.”
Dash chuckled. “That sure of yourself, huh?”
“You’re not going to win.”
“Oh really? Don’t you even want to know what I want?”
“No.” Thorne could hold out. He was sure of it.
Dash squeezed his cock more firmly and teased his head on the upstroke. “Don’t you want me to win? Wouldn’t that be better for you?”
“I…” Thorne was no longer sure what he wanted. Dash’s hand on his cock was making him crazy. “I don’t know.”
“If I win, I say what we do next weekend. You can say no if it’s a hard limit, but otherwise, you have to agree to try something new.”
“Fine, but I really wanted to come with you in my ass.”
“Oh, you will.”
Thorne shook his head. “No. Can’t let…you win.”
Dash worked him faster. So close. So close. “Fuuuuck!” He shot, coating Dash’s hand in his seed. Dash kept going until the storm of pleasure ceased. Then he lined his cock up and drove into Thorne’s ass.
Thorne choked on a shout. He’d forgotten just how fucking big Dash was.
“I love how I just slid right in because the plug opened you up.”
“Not…as easy as you…make it sound!” Thorne panted.
Dash didn’t slow down. He didn’t seem to care that Thorne had never caught his breath after his searing orgasm. He relentlessly pounded Thorne’s ass until Thorne was no longer certain he could hold himself up.
Dash yanked on Thorne’s hips, and Thorne slipped, pressing his face into the back of the couch. He had no intention of moving and then Dash drove in, jolting and making him rise up. “Oh my fucking God!”
“There we go,” Dash said.
As Dash once again slid over his prostate, Thorne realized he just might come again after all. But he no longer thought that would be so bad.
Dash pistoned into him, never seeming to tire, pushing him closer and closer to another orgasm. He’d never come twice that close together, not even in his teens, but now… Holy God!
“Dash?” His voice shook.
“You close?”
“I…”
Dash leaned down, his breath warm against Thorne’s ear. “Tell me what to do to make you go over.”
Did he want to do that? Did he want Dash to win? Fuck, yes he did. “My neck. Bite it. Suck. Mark me.”
“Mmm. My pleasure.” Dash jacked Thorne’s cock as he sank his teeth into the juncture of Thorne’s neck and shoulder.
“So close! So…” Dash sucked at the wound on his neck. “Fuck!”
That was all it took. The intensity of his release shocked him, and he shouted loud enough to bring the building down. Dash was right behind him.
The two of them collapsed against the couch, sweaty and spent.