Professional Distance (Thorne and Dash 1)

Dash bit down on his lower lip to keep from whimpering and begging for more.

“You will not come until I say so, understand?”

“Thorne.” Dash hated the whine in his voice.

Thorne laid a hand at the base of Dash’s spine. Firm pressure, nothing truly sexual, but as far as Dash was concerned, Thorne might as well be stroking his cock again.

“Please,” Dash begged, not even sure what he was asking.

“Relax.”

“Isn’t that my line?” Dash meant it to be humorous, but the words sounded desperate, confused.

“Tell me to stop if there’s anything you don’t like. Otherwise, relax and enjoy.” Thorne was utterly serious.

“O-okay.”

Thorne pulled Dash’s ass cheeks apart and groaned. The sound ran through Dash like a current, lighting up every part of him that wasn’t already restless.

“We’re taking this slow.” Thorne’s face was so close to his hole Dash could feel his breath there. He squirmed, trying to free himself, but Thorne dug his fingers into Dash’s ass.

Then he licked Dash’s hole; fucking licked it.

“Th-Thorne?”

“I said I was going to open you up.” His tone was calm, casual, not at all appropriate for what was happening.

“Oh my fucking God!”

Thorne circled Dash’s entrance with his tongue and then pushed at the tight muscle.

Dash jerked, the sensation beyond intense. Just the thought of Thorne rimming him could probably make him come. No client had ever done that.

“Breathe,” Thorne reminded him.

“Please.” Dash needed more, so much more.

“Please what?”

“Please. Your tongue. Fuck me.” He’d lost the ability to be coherent.

Thorne speared Dash’s ass. Pushing deeper, tongue splitting him open. Dash was going to come apart. He couldn’t hold back, couldn’t take it.

Thorne clamped a hand around the base of Dash’s shaft and squeezed hard, holding him back.

“Thorne!”

“Yes?” His voice was low, ridiculously calm.

“I need…”

“Yes?” The bastard laughed.

“Stop fucking around.”

“You don’t like this?”

“I fucking love it and you know that, but I’m going to lose my fucking mind if you don’t give me more,” Dash shouted.

“More? Okay.”

Thorne thrust his tongue back in and worked it in and out, getting Dash slicked up and ending all resistance.

“Fuck, Thorne. Fuck!”

Thorne squeezed Dash’s cock harder. “Not yet.”

Dash laid his head on his arms. He was dripping sweat and his whole body seemed to vibrate, his skin buzzing as if electrified. “Thorne?” He heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing. Thank fuck.

Thorne moved behind him again, but he didn’t enter him. Instead he lay over him, fitting his cock into the crack of Dash’s ass. “Turn over,” he said, right against Dash’s ear. “I want to see you when you come.”

Dash considered protesting, unsure if he could do what Thorne asked. Thorne would be able to see into Dash’s soul when he was like this. Thorne hadn’t been kidding about opening him up. Dash didn’t think he had any barriers left after what Thorne had done. He turned over anyway, because he also wanted to see Thorne, wanted to watch his eyes light up when he pushed inside Dash.

Thorne pressed against the back of Dash’s thighs, doubling his legs on his chest. He gazed down at Dash, his pupils huge. “So fucking perfect. All ready for my cock.”

Dash nodded frantically. He was more than ready.

“Stay just like this. Open wide for me.”

Dash held his legs, pinned in place by the force of Thorne’s gaze and by his own need. But his mind screamed for him to shut down, to keep Thorne from seeing into him like this, because his ass wasn’t the only thing open for Thorne. His heart was open too, and while he might feel the intensity of this fuck for days, he didn’t think the wounds Thorne might inflict on his heart would ever heal.

This was it. Dash could still run. If he stayed, he risked losing himself in Thorne. But his heart was already damaged. If you run, do you really think you could just forget him?

He wouldn’t, but having Thorne inside him after he’d stuck his fucking tongue in Dash’s ass was going to be more dangerous to Dash than anything he’d done before. Even the sweet, soft kisses.

“Thorne. Thorne, I…”

Thorne looked up from where he was lining up his cock. His eyes widened at Dash’s expression. “Are you okay?”

“I’m…” What the fuck was he supposed to say? That he was scared? That sounded absurd, and he wasn’t sure Thorne would understand. Why would he be afraid? He’d bottomed for Thorne plenty of times. But he’d been in control. This was Thorne truly taking him.

“No. Just. I…need you.” He wasn’t going to run.

“I need you too, baby.” Thorne pushed forward then, breaching Dash’s ass. Dash wrapped his arms around Thorne’s neck and his legs around Thorne’s back, holding him close as Thorne drove into him, his rhythm fast but not punishing, just rough enough to keep Dash from overthinking. Thorne was loving him. It was physical and beautiful, but Dash wanted more.