Perfect Alignment (Thorne and Dash 3)

“Good?”

“Yes.”

He tried to keep still, not wanting Dash to realize just how bad off he already was, but when he opened his eyes, Dash was grinning at him. He already knew.

“You can’t hide from me, you know.”

“Fuck.”

Dash slid the plug in and out a few times, and then pushed until it was seated inside Thorne.

“That’s just there to add a little extra.” He squirted more lube on his hand and started stroking Thorne’s cock with agonizing slowness.

“You really think you can keep still?” Dash taunted him.

Thorne didn’t respond as he fought the need to move. He wasn’t giving in.

Dash ran his other hand over Thorne’s chest and pinched one of his nipples, rolling it between his fingers, pulling a groan from Thorne.

“Give me more like that,” Dash said.

“I thought you wanted me quiet?”

“Not when you sound like that I don’t.”

Thorne snarled. “Bastard.”

Dash worked Thorne’s cock faster. Maybe he’d forgotten about not letting him come. Thorne lifted his hips, fucking into Dash’s hand. Needing more. He was so turned on he thought he could hardly stand it. Why hadn’t he and Dash played this game before? Of course it might kill him, but it would be such a good end.

Dash slid his hand farther up, caressing Thorne’s neck, cupping his throat. Not tightly, just enough to give the suggestion of holding him down like that, and fuck it was hot. Thorne loved the edge of fear Dash was pushing him to.

Thorne whimpered, and Dash let go of his cock, grinning.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Giving you a chance to cool down,” Dash said.

“No. Please.”

“You’ll survive. Just think how much better it will be later after you’ve waited.”

Thorne shook his head. “Not better. Need it now.”

Dash stroked the side of Thorne’s face. “You are so fucking amazing. I know you can do this.”

“I… So hot.”

Dash fanned him with his hand as if that would help.

Then he started talking, describing cupcakes and paint color ideas for the bakery. Thorne didn’t really listen, but eventually he was lulled by Dash’s voice so that when Dash started toying with his cock again Thorne realized he really had cooled down, even if he’d never gone all the way soft.

“Ready for more?” Dash taunted.

“Fuck yes,” Thorne said, though he wasn’t actually sure he could take it.

“Remember your safe word?”

“Yes.”

Dash smiled. “Good.”

Thorne watched Dash coat his fingers with lube. He pulled the plug from Thorne’s ass and pushed in with two fingers. Thorne sucked in his breath.

“Relax,” Dash ordered.

“How the fuck do I do that? I’m tied up, and now your fingers are up my ass.”

Dash curled the digits forward, dragging them over Thorne’s prostate. “Fuck!”

“Like that, do you?”

“No.”

Dash laughed. “Yeah, I thought so. You sure rev up fast.”

“Your filthy mouth doesn’t help.”

“I happen to know you love my filthy mouth. Now relax and enjoy.”

“Don’t—”

Dash pressed against Thorne’s sweet spot again. Thorne tensed and jerked his hips up, trying to fuck the air.

Dash toyed with him, working his fingers in and out. Then he leaned over and licked Thorne’s cock.

“Fucking fuck,” Thorne yelled.

Dash sat back before Thorne could even try to thrust at his face, but he kept his fingers moving. Fucking evil bastard.

“Tell me what you want, Thorne.”

Thorne growled. “I want you to fuck me right now.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“I want you to come all over me.”

“Hmmm.” Dash studied him. “Maybe later.”

“Put your fucking mouth on my cock.”

“You’re going to have to ask more nicely than that.”

Thorne jerked on the ropes, needing to be free, to touch Dash, to make him listen.

“Careful,” Dash warned.

Thorne drew in a breath, trying to slow himself down. His cock throbbed. If he could just get Dash to suck him, maybe Thorne could trick him into continuing until he could get some relief.

“Please suck my cock. I need it. I need you.”

“That’s much better.” Dash leaned down and took Thorne’s cock into his mouth, sliding all the way down the shaft until his face was pressed against Thorne’s pubic bone. “How the fuck… Dash! God, that’s… So fucking good.”

Dash pulled off, gasping for breath.

“More,” Thorne begged.

Dash took Thorne down again, sucking and sliding his lips up and down Thorne’s shaft.

So close. Thorne was so close, if Dash just kept it up a little longer, then…

Dash pulled off and sat back. “That’s enough for now.”

“Fuck, no, it’s not. I thought you…”

“You thought you could trick me, didn’t you? No, that’s not going to happen.”

He really had thought Dash was distracted enough to keep going.

“So what do you think: rich apple or the pumpkin pie?”

Thorne gaped at him. “You want me to think about pie now?”

“I’d enjoy licking pie off you, but no, those are the paint colors I was just telling you about.”

“I wasn’t fucking listening to that!”

“Oh, really? Are you distracted by something?”

Thorne narrowed his eyes. “You’re cruel, you know that?”

Dash just laughed. “You love it.”