Well-Tailored (Thorne and Dash 4)

“I like you like this, hands bound behind you.”

Marc was usually the one doing the tying up, but looking down at Darius while his hands were lightly restrained behind his back was making him so hard it hurt.

“Suck me,” he commanded.

Darius grinned. “You don’t surrender easily do you?”

“Would you really like it if I did?”

“With anyone else I’d like it.”

Which meant there was something different about sex with Marc. He couldn’t allow himself to think too much about that. “What’s the fun of easy?”

“I like easy boys. They do what I say.”

“Then why did you argue with spreadsheets for hours waiting for me?”

“I wasn’t waiting for you. I was working.” No way in hell did Marc believe that.

“You’re on your knees for me right now.”

Darius looked up at him. “Shut up.”

He undid the hook on Marc’s pants and inched his zipper down. Marc held his breath. Finally, Darius pulled his dick through the slit in his boxer briefs. When he licked the head, Marc moaned.

“Like that, do you?”

“You know I do.”

“Would you let me fuck you while you were restrained like this?” Darius asked.

“I’d let you fuck me almost any way you could think of.” Marc meant it too. He was a total slut for Darius.

“Damn,” Darius said, then swallowed Marc’s cock, and Marc could no longer think. He fought the urge to thrust. Despite what Darius had let him do before, he knew Darius wanted to control this.

Darius gripped Marc’s hips tightly as he slid his lips up and down Marc’s shaft. The sight of Darius with Marc’s cock in his mouth and such a self-satisfied twinkle in his eyes was too much. No one should be expected to stand it.

He pulled back. “Darius, I—”

“Relax,” Darius said before taking hold of Marc’s hips and taking his cock back down.

Marc had no idea how he could relax when Darius’s mouth was driving him insane. So hot. So good.

“Oh, fuck.” He was right on the edge. “Darius, you’ve got to stop. I’m—”

Darius let him go and sat on his heels.

Marc fought for breath as Darius wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“One day, I’ll tie your hands behind your back, bend you over this bed or my worktable, and fuck you until you scream, but right now I want you on your back on this mattress as fast as you can manage it.”

Marc usually didn’t take orders well, but he raced to the bed, eager to please Darius.

He undid the buttons on his cuffs and tossed the shirt on the floor. Then he toed out of his shoes and shucked his pants, briefs, and socks.

Darius had managed to get naked too. While he retrieved condoms and lube from his nightstand, Marc settled on the bed, stretching out and enjoying the luxurious sheets.

“You look good enough to eat,” Darius said as he tossed the supplies next to Marc and settled between his spread legs.

“I’m all for that,” Marc said. He could feel the heat from Darius’s gaze as Darius looked him over.

Darius pushed his knees wider and bent to lick Marc’s cock and suck on his balls, rolling them in his mouth. A puddle of precum formed on Marc’s abdomen. He was so fucking ready for this.

“More,” he begged.

“Hold yourself open,” Darius demanded.

Marc grasped the back of his knees and pulled his legs onto his chest, exposing himself completely.

“So fucking hot,” Darius murmured. He pulled Marc’s ass cheeks apart as he licked and nibbled the tender skin behind Marc’s balls.

The anticipation stole his breath. Would Darius really…?

His warm breath teased Marc’s hole.

“Holy fuck. Don’t make me wait.”

“I’m in control here,” Darius snapped.

“You really think so?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Darius laughed, but Marc’s words unnerved him. He wasn’t anywhere near in control, and it scared the shit out of him. He circled Marc’s pucker with his tongue, making him jump.

“I’m in control because I have the power to make you beg, squirm, lose your fucking mind.”

“Bastard.”

Darius didn’t respond. He flicked his tongue back and forth, teasing until Marc was panting before he prodded Marc’s hole.

Marc cried out. His reaction was even better than Darius had hoped. He loved how Marc never held back his reactions. Darius kept tongue-fucking him, tightening his grip as Marc squirmed. Marc didn’t seem to know whether he wanted to escape from Darius or force him deeper.

“Fuck me right fucking now,” Marc demanded. Or at least that’s what Darius thought he said. The words were barely intelligible as Marc fought for air.

Darius finally let him go and sat back. The sight of Marc splayed out and writhing had him reaching for his cock. He worked his hand up and down his shaft. “You ready for me to fill your arse?”

“Goddamn right I am. I want you in it as deep and hard as you can give it to me.”

Darius sucked in his breath. Marc’s combination of defiance and surrender was fucking intoxicating. He rolled on a condom and slicked himself up as quickly as he could.