Professional Distance (Thorne and Dash 1)

Thorne brushed the back of his hand over Dash’s cheek. “Don’t let that son of a bitch make you feel bad.”

“Make me feel good instead.” Dash’s voice cracked. Thorne was seeing him at his worst.

“There’s nothing I want more.” Thorne’s breath was warm against his ear.

Dash’s embarrassment dissipated because Thorne understood what he needed. It was what Thorne himself often needed.

Dash remembered for a moment that Thorne was a client and Dash was there to pleasure him. “Are you sure? If you’d rather—”

“There’s nothing I’d rather do than please you. Forget why you’re really here. Your only job right now is to feel.”

Dash did feel, so keenly it hurt. Would he survive this?

“Let’s go to bed,” Thorne said.

Dash stood on shaky legs. Thorne took hold of his shoulders and turned him around.

“Move. I need to spread you out and open you up. I can’t do that on the fucking couch.”

Dash’s mouth went dry, and his cock tried to push through the snug pants of his new tux. Somehow, he managed to walk across the room, hurried along by Thorne.

“Strip,” Thorne demanded when they were standing at the end of the bed.

Dash turned and studied Thorne as he rubbed his thumb over Thorne’s lower lip. He needed to feel that fullness, so he rose up and ran his tongue across it.

Thorne gasped, grabbed Dash’s waistband, and hauled him up against his firm body. “If you’re going to tease me, I’ll strip you myself.”

“Don’t damage this thing getting it off me,” Dash insisted. “I’ve never owned anything like this.”

“I’ll buy you another one.”

“The fuck you will.”

Thorne shoved Dash’s pants and briefs to his feet, and Dash kicked them off. Then Thorne lifted each of Dash’s arms, removing the cufflinks and tossing them—with surprisingly good aim—into a bowl on his dresser. When he started work on Dash’s buttons, Dash could feel his impatience. He was going to rip the fucking shirt.

“Let me.” But Dash’s hands were no quicker. They were shaking from anticipation, need, and a hint of embarrassment at how unnerved he was.

Thorne batted his hands away, undid the first two buttons and then tugged on his wrists to indicate that he should lift his arms. Thorne pulled the shirt off and tossed it onto a chair. Then he put a hand in the middle of Dash’s chest and pushed. “Lie down, spread for me, and let me do the work.”

Dash stretched out on his back and watched as Thorne undressed himself more efficiently than he had Dash. He kept his briefs on, and Dash raised a brow.

“If I don’t have some kind of barrier between us, I’ll be inside you before I get halfway through what I have planned.”

Dash grinned and licked his lips with deliberate slowness. “I’m not sure I care.”

“I do. You deserve this.”

Dash didn’t want Thorne to feel that way. Not unless… “Thorne, you don’t—”

“Yes, I do.”

There was no talking for a while after that. Thorne touched Dash everywhere, his mouth following his hands. He nuzzled Dash’s cock, but refused to take it in his mouth. Dash reached for him to force the issue, but Thorne pinned his hands to the mattress and kept going, licking his balls, nibbling his inner thighs, driving him out of his fucking mind.

“Fuck, Thorne. Don’t tease me.”

“What happened to anticipation being the best thing ever?” Thorne asked.

“Shut up!”

Thorne chuckled. “Turn over.”

“You’ll have to let go of my wrists first.”

“That’s too bad. I liked you struggling under me.”

Dash gave him a mock scowl. “Is this payback?”

“No.” Thorne’s tone was serious now. “I don’t need to get revenge. You knew just what I needed, and now I want to do the same for you.”

Dash shuddered as he turned onto his stomach. Thorne’s words were dangerous. Thorne had always been an amazing lover, never one to demand his money’s worth and give nothing in return. But this was still just sex, wasn’t it?

Thorne started at Dash’s feet, rubbing them and then massaging his calf muscles. Dash was in an odd state of utterly relaxed and horny as fuck. His legs felt boneless, weights against the mattress. But his cock was hard as a rock. He couldn’t help shifting against the bed, trying to get more friction.

“Hold still and let me love you,” Thorne complained.

Love? This did feel like love.

Thorne’s firm touch eased tight muscles all the way up Dash’s body. By the time Thorne reached his shoulders, Dash was utterly under his spell, floating as if Thorne had taken him to another place.

“Pull you knees under you. It’s time to open you up.”

“Fuck.” The word came out as a whisper.

“Yes…eventually.”

Dash couldn’t quite remember how to control his body. Finally, he managed to wake enough from his massage-induced daze to do as Thorne said.

Thorne reached under him and gave his cock a single stroke. “So fucking hard for me,” he murmured.