Professional Distance (Thorne and Dash 1)

“Fuck me, Dash. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“I do mean it. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel it all week.”

“Do it. I’m ready for you. I don’t need anything but your cock.”

He was glad Dash had used the plug on him earlier, because he was way too impatient for prep. He needed Dash’s cock as fast as he could get it.

He heard Dash ripping open a condom. Seconds later, Dash was there, the tip of his cock brushing Thorne’s hole. With no warning, he pushed in, hard and fast, not stopping until his balls slapped Thorne’s ass.

“Bastard!” Thorne shouted. He was too full. He was going to come apart. He struggled, trying to escape, but Dash pinned him down, lacing his fingers through Thorne’s and driving his hands back down.

“Take it,” Dash demanded.

He pulled out, then thrust deep again. His cock went in easier this time. After a few more strokes, pleasure surpassed pain, and Thorne quit fighting. Instead, he pushed back against Dash until their bodies were slamming together. It was all Thorne could do to keep his feet under him.

Dash knew just what he needed, driving in at the perfect angle to stimulate his prostate, but Dash wouldn’t let go of him so he could jerk himself off. He was going fucking insane without any friction on his dick. He bucked, trying to throw Dash off him. “Goddamn it, let me go or wrap your fucking hand around my cock right fucking now.”

Dash laughed. “No touching. You’re going to come without it.”

“I can’t. I’ve never—”

“You will tonight.”

“The fuck I will.” Thorne worked his way out of the ropes and tried to elbow Dash in the ribs, but Dash held on. He was even stronger than he looked.

“I made you come twice last week when you thought you couldn’t.”

“This is not the same.”

“No, it’s not. I’m going to fuck you, and you’re gonna come because you’re a slut for my cock. Because all you need to make you come is me stretching your ass.”

Thorne reached under himself and grabbed his cock. He wasn’t waiting another second.

Dash slapped his ass. Hard. Thorne gasped.

“Ah, is that what you need? A spanking?”

“No!” Thorne wasn’t about to admit how fucking good it had felt, how the sting made his cock even harder. He stretched his arms up and gripped the sheets. “I’m so fucking close. Just put your fucking hand on my cock.”

“No.” Dash’s voice was obnoxiously calm. Thorne wanted to punch him, but he wanted to come even more.

“Dash! I’m—”

“Give yourself a chance. Concentrate on how good my cock feels.”

Fighting wasn’t working. Well, maybe it was. If anything his balls were even tighter now. His cock even more painfully hard. He focused on the sensations Dash was sending through his body.

“Your ass is so hot, so tight around me. I could fuck you like this all night, over and over. But I want your mouth again too. I want to feel your throat close around my cock. You loved giving yourself to me, letting me gag you with my cock, because you want me to own you.”

Thorne gasped. Searing heat raced down his spine.

“You’re so dirty. You love being taken like this, used like this, don’t you?”

“Fuck! I’m right there. I just can’t…”

“Does anyone else know what a cock slut you are?”

“Oh my fucking God!” Thorne’s orgasm seized his muscles, stole his ability to breathe as darkness closed in at the edges of his vision.

Dash kept driving into him, but he’d lost his steady rhythm. “Thorne. Oh, fuck. Thooooooorne!” Dash bucked against him, making Thorne’s body jerk one last time before he closed his eyes and all tension drained from him. He wondered if he could sink through the bed right to the floor.

Thorne whimpered when Dash pulled out and climbed off the bed, too exhausted to make a louder protest.

“Whoa.” Something in Dash’s voice made Thorne look over his shoulder. Dash swayed on his feet and had to grab the bed for support.

“Drop the damn condom on the floor and get in bed before you fall over.”

Dash did as he said and flopped down on his side. “I think I’m going to die. But I don’t care.”

“You’re dying? I’m fucking twice your age. I may actually be dead already.”

“You’re in great shape as far as I can see.”

Thorne pushed his sweaty hair off his face. “No one’s in good enough shape for what you just did to me.”

“That may be. I can’t even move.”

“You don’t need to. We’re never getting up again.”

Thorne pulled Dash to him, and Dash snuggled against his chest. “If you say one fucking word about how you thought I didn’t cuddle, I’ll put that plug up your ass next.”

“Ha!”

Thorne caressed Dash’s neck and the curve of his shoulder, and Dash let out a sleepy sigh.