Well-Tailored (Thorne and Dash 4)

Holding Darius’s gaze, Marc untied his cravat, making a big show of it.

Darius’s hand moved faster. “Get on with it.”

Marc slapped the cravat across his legs. “Stop rushing me.”

Darius raised his brows. “You really love being bossy.”

“You really love taking my commands.”

“Cockweasel.”

“Arrogant bastard.”

“Fucking right.”

Marc retrieved the lube and a condom from his bag and climbed on the bed. “Turn over.”

Marc would’ve enjoyed watching Darius’s face as he drove inside him, but he wasn’t sure if he’d last more than a few seconds if he did. Also, Darius might not relax under scrutiny. This position would be easier for them both.

Darius dropped down to his elbows and stuck out his ass as Marc rolled on a condom and slicked himself up.

“Are you gonna fuck me or stare at my perfection?” Obviously Darius thought he was taking too long.

He rubbed the tip of his cock against Darius’s ass. “You think you’re ready for this?”

Darius looked over his shoulder. “Motherfucker, that’s hot.”

“Me about to take your ass?”

“In that fucking getup? Hell, yes.”

As Marc tried to press forward, his shirt got in the way, nearly wrapping around his cock. “How did men fuck in these things?”

Darius laughed. “Take it off.”

Marc drew it up slowly, revealing his torso inch by inch. Darius groaned.

“Still hot?” he asked once he was topless.

“Those fucking pants would seduce a saint. And those boots. Damn.”

Marc knew he looked good in those. “Sometime you’ll have to take me on my back with the boots on. I’ll wrap them around you and drive you insane.”

“That could be arranged right fucking now. If you—”

“Or I could keep doing what you asked for?” He worked the tip of his cock into Darius.

Darius gasped. “Yes. Do that.”

“Push out against me,” he ordered as he pressed in farther.

Darius tensed, and Marc laid a hand on his back. “Just breathe.”

“How the fuck can I do that with you splitting me open?”

“Oh, we’re nowhere near the splitting open part.” Marc reached for Darius’s cock and stroked him until he relaxed enough for Marc to ease in farther.

“Motherfucker. That hurts.”

“Do you need me to stop?” Please say no.

“No!”

Thank God. Darius must already be understanding that line between pleasure and pain. “It won’t hurt in a little while. Once I’m rubbing over your prostate, you’ll be begging for more.”

“Just do it.”

Don’t tempt me. It was killing him to hold back. “You’re so tight. I need to take it slow.”

“Fuck. Me. Now.”

Darius shoved back against him, and Marc gave in, pressing forward and not stopping until he was all the way in.

Darius drew in shaky breaths. “Tell me that’s all of it.”

Marc laughed. “And if it’s not?”

Darius groaned. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Marc pulled back then and pressed in again.

“Fuck. I can’t decide if it’s the best thing I’ve ever done or the worst or the most insane.”

Marc chuckled. “It’s like that when it’s good.”

He drove in faster, making Darius suck in his breath. “Don’t fight it.”

“How the fuck—”

Marc tilted his hips and plunged into Darius, hitting that magic place inside.

Darius jerked. “Holy fuck!”

“Like that, do you?”

“Do it again. Right fucking now,” Darius demanded.

Marc was happy to comply. Before long, Darius was driving back, trying to take more.

“Harder, you shit-faced fuck muppet.”

Oh yeah, Darius was loving this. Marc fucked him harder than he should for a man who wasn’t used to having anything up his ass, but he couldn’t hold back, not when he had Darius whimpering and crying out for his cock.

“Why didn’t you do this to me before?” Darius shouted.

“You said—”

“Never listen to me again.”

“Can I get that in writing?”

“Fuck you!”

Marc laughed. “Not this time.”

Their bodies slammed together, and Marc moved closer and closer to the edge. He reached around and started pumping Darius’s cock. “Show me how much you love being skewered on my dick.”

“Shut up, you fucking knobgoblin.”

He was one hundred percent in love with this man. “Come for me, Darius.”

“Fuck!”

Darius’s spunk shot over Marc’s hand. Fucking him was everything Marc had imagined and more. They were so in sync, so sure of what the other wanted.

His balls drew up, and pleasure so deep it hurt zinged through him.

“So close! So fucking close!”

“Fill me up, you bastard.”

Every nerve in his body lit up. “Oh, fuck! Darius! I love you.”

Holy shit. He hadn’t meant to say that. He…couldn’t care, not with such intense pleasure wracking him. He pumped his hips against Darius’s ass, filling the condom with pulse after pulse of cum.

It was only when he was finally finished that the full impact of what he’d said hit him. Maybe Darius hadn’t heard. Maybe he’d dismiss it as nonsense, orgasmic babbling. A man couldn’t account for what he said or did when he was coming, especially not when he was buried in an ass as fucking amazing as Darius’s.

He pulled out, disposed of the condom, and stripped off his boots and pants. Then he flopped onto the bed, facedown so he wouldn’t have to see Darius’s reaction.