Perfect Alignment (Thorne and Dash 3)

Riley pulled back. “Too much for you?”

“I’m about to be too much for you.”

Riley smiled, all false innocence again. “But, Mr. Shipton, I love the feel of you in my mouth—so thick, so warm and hard.”

“Holy fuck, stop that.”

“I love when you come, when you give me more than I can take—”

“Ri-ley.”

He laughed. “So tell me again exactly what you’re going to do to me.”

“I could do it right here.”

“Oh really? Walking to the bedroom too much for you? It’s amazing how I sap your control.”

“Do not move,” Thorne ordered.

He maneuvered himself off the couch, leaving Riley kneeling in place. He grabbed lube and a condom from a drawer in the side table. He’d learned to keep them on hand in every room.

When he returned, he stood behind Riley for a few moments, letting him feel the anticipation. Riley didn’t speak or turn around, but Thorne could hear his fast breathing and see his sides expand. He laid a hand against the back of Riley’s neck and pushed him down until he lay on the edge of the couch cushion.

He slid his belt from his pants, took hold of Riley’s wrists, and pulled until his hands were together at the base of his spine. Riley turned to look at him, eyes wide, making Thorne’s cock harden even more.

“This isn’t going to be gentle, okay?”

“I don’t want gentle. I want you. All of you.”

“Oh, you are going to get all of me, Riley Dashwood. You’ll get as much as you can take and more.”

“Fuck, yes.”

Thorne wrapped his belt around Riley’s wrists and secured it. Then he bent down until his mouth was by Riley’s ear. “Comfortable enough?”

Riley tested the bonds. “Yes. Perfect.”

“Fuck, I love having you like this. I always forget just how much.”

Riley squirmed, wriggling his ass beautifully.

Thorne slapped it, and Riley stilled, but Thorne could feel the tension in him, the need. Sex always worked between them, no matter what else they disagreed on. They fit seamlessly in bed. It was the first thing that convinced Thorne he’d found something special with Riley.

“Fuck me, Thorne,” Riley begged.

“In good time.”

Thorne removed his pants and boxers and then reached under Riley and unfastened his pants. He pulled them over Riley’s hips, exposing his ass but leaving his legs trapped.

“Spread as far as you can,” he ordered.

“Fuck, Thorne.”

Thorne slid a hand up and down his spine, soothing him. “Do it.”

Riley did. God, he looked good all bound and ready, ass on display.

Thorne rolled on a condom and then slicked up a few fingers and teased Riley’s hole, not pushing in yet, just circling the entrance.

“Thoooorne.”

“So eager.”

“Yes.” Riley worked his hips, pushing back toward Thorne, begging for more. Finally Thorne pushed one finger in, and then two, fucking him with them until Riley worked his hips, trying to get more.

“I need to touch you.” Riley sounded so fucking desperate.

Thorne grabbed one of Riley’s trapped hands with his free one. “Hold on,” he said.

Thorne withdrew his fingers from Riley’s ass and pressed into him, moving very slowly but never actually stopping until he was fully buried inside Riley.

Riley squeezed his hand so hard he cut off the circulation to Thorne’s fingers, but Thorne didn’t care. Riley’s ass was gripping his cock just as tight, and it felt so fucking good.

“Amazing,” he said, the word ragged and breathless.

“Yessss.”

Thorne moved his hips, pulling out slowly and working his way back in. Riley whined, and the sound made Thorne grin. He loved the effect he had on his soon-to-be husband. Riley tried to take more, to change the rhythm, but Thorne slid a hand into his hair and held him down, while he used his grip on Riley’s hand to push his hips against the edge of the couch. “Goddammit, Thorne!”

“I’m. In. Charge.”

“Fuck. I’ll make you fucking pay for this.”

“I’m sure you will, but not tonight.”

Thorne kept up the slow, torturous movements for a few more moments before need overpowered him and he started giving Riley the fast fucking he obviously wanted.

“Thorne. Oh, fuck. Thorne!”

“That’s it. Take it all.” Thorne drove into him hard, but he eased up on his grip so Riley could thrust his hips back to meet him.

Sweat dripped off both of them as they pushed each other further and further. “More. God, just a little more,” Riley begged.

“I want you to come for me, Riley.”

“I need…” Thorne tilted Riley’s hips and then, “Fuck, yes!”

He’d guessed right. The angle was perfect for him to thrust against Riley’s sweet spot.

Riley tugged against the belt binding his wrists. “I want… I want…”

“No. You can come without touching your cock. I know you can.”

“Thoooorne.” Riley’s voice was anguished, but Thorne didn’t give in. “You’re so fucking hot like this, so…” He drove in harder, faster.

“Hold me down.”

He used a hand on the back of Riley’s neck and one on his hip. He wasn’t going to risk hurting his wrists when they were both so desperate.