Thorned Heart (Cash Me Outside 2)

“You don’t need to babysit me. I’m a big boy.”

I relax. “Thank you. You’re the best.”

“I know I am. Just call me Cupid. Go get that man of yours.”

I scramble to do just that. I head down the hall to where Thorne’s room is.

Anticipation swirls in my gut. I can’t wait to be naked with him. I want skin on skin and for him to hold me close like he did the other night but with added sex.

The nerves start to kick in when I get down to my boxer briefs.

This is all so new, but in a weird way, it feels like it’s been a long time coming.

When he steps through the door, he eyes me from head to toe, and his gaze fills with pure lust.

“You’re not naked.”

My usual quip to an obvious statement dies on my tongue. “Neither are you.”

“Undress me,” he orders.

I peel off his jacket, and he helps me get rid of his sweater and shirt. His wide chest is smattered with light blond hairs.

Damn.

I run my hands over his muscles.

“Pants.” His commanding voice goes straight to my cock.

That’s new.

I’ve always liked the way he handles us in the band. He’s no bullshit and tells us when we’re out of line or being spoiled brats. He tells us what we need to do to sell albums. Thorne doesn’t ask things of us, he demands. I had no idea in this context his bossiness could be so fucking hot.

I pop the button on his jeans and lower the zipper, then work them down his thighs. He steps out of them, and now we’re both left in our underwear.

Instead of making me take them off, he steps back and does it, slowly lowering his boxers until his hard cock springs free. I’m locked in a trance as he steps forward and hooks his thumbs into the sides of my underwear. He tugs them down my legs until I step out of them, and as he stands again, he wraps his arm around my back and pulls me against him.

I look him right in the eyes and search for any hesitance. All I see is burning lust and a whole lot of love. It can’t be the first time he’s looked at me like this, but it’s definitely the first time I’m taking notice.

“Is this really happening?” I ask.

Thorne lowers his head and sucks on my neck. “It is. And I’m going to show you in every which way I’ve been fantasizing about this.”

“Yeah?” I throw my head back, giving him more access as he works his way over my collarbone.

“And it’s going to be different than all those groupies you’ve been with.”

“How?”

“I won’t let you use my body. You’re the one who’s going to end up being wrung out. Every hole used until I come.”

“Holy shit,” I breathe. “I haven’t … I mean …”

“I know you haven’t bottomed since that asshole the first year you became famous.”

That was my first lesson in realizing my bedroom antics weren’t just for me and who I was with anymore. This guy wrote an entire blog about his night with Sebastian Rose and then monetized it with ads when it went viral.

“But you’re going to bottom for me,” Thorne says.

“I kinda love how you’re not asking.”

“Since when do I ever ask you to do something?”

“But … if I didn’t want to?”

Thorne pulls back and pierces me with his bright blue eyes. “Then you tell me. I might be bossy, but in my bed, you never have to do something you don’t want to.”

“I want to.” I smile. “I just needed the reassurance I could change my mind.”

“Do you trust me?” Thorne asks.

“More than anyone else in this world.”

“Good. Then you know I’ll stop if you tell me to, and I won’t tell a fucking soul what happens between us.”

Honestly, that might be the biggest turn on of all. Letting down my walls, letting Thorne in, I know I will never have to hesitate to ask for what I want because he would never exploit it.

“Now I need you on your knees,” Thorne rasps.

I immediately sink to the floor. It’s surprising how easy I’m giving up control to Thorne, but at the same time, it’s not. If I had the choice, I would be the one on my knees, I would be the one bending over, but the past few years haven’t allowed me that luxury.

Thorne sits on the edge of the bed and spreads his thighs. His body is long and lean, and I can’t help admiring it. I want to run my tongue over every inch.

He gestures for me to come closer, and I shuffle on my knees until I’m in between his legs, but when I run my hands up his calves, he stops me.

He grips my wrists. “No hands. I want only your mouth.”