Professional Distance (Thorne and Dash 1)

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.”