Professional Distance (Thorne and Dash 1)

Dash grinned. “We’ll have to see.”

“Worried about an old guy’s stamina?”

“You don’t seem the least bit old to me.”

Dash’s statement caught Thorne off guard, because it wasn’t made in the same playful tone. It sounded serious, heartfelt. Or maybe Thorne’s brain was too clouded by lust to tell. “I’d like to hear your idea.”

Dash set the paper bag down on the coffee table and unzipped his satchel. He pulled out a plug—not the giant vibrating one that had caught Thorne’s attention the week before—a basic one that was large enough to make a man really feel it but not scare him.

Thorne inclined his head toward the plug. “I like it so far.”

“Then turn around.”

Thorne almost protested. But he was the one who’d insisted they get right down to business.

“Kneel on the couch and brace yourself on the back.”

Damn, his authoritative tone was fucking hot. Thorne’s cock was suddenly very much in the game. He positioned himself like Dash had demanded, but he turned so he could see what Dash was doing—rolling a condom onto the plug, then lubing it up.

“So you’re just going to shove that up my ass?” Thorne asked.

Dash glared. “I would hope you’d give me credit for a little more finesse than that, but essentially, yes, unless you object.”

Fuck, no, he didn’t object. He wasn’t sure he’d object to anything Dash dreamed up.

Dash knelt by the couch. He pushed Thorne’s robe up and out of the way. Then he used both hands to take hold of Thorne’s ass and pull his cheeks apart. Thorne groaned. Why was it so fucking hot to be exposed like that? Dash blew against his hole, his breath hot. Thorne couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through him.

“Like that, do you?”

“Fuck, yes!”

Dash did it again. Then he brushed the tips of his thumbs over Thorne’s hole. He pushed in with one, barely breaching Thorne’s defenses. It wasn’t enough.

“Stop fucking teasing me.” Thorne grabbed Dash’s wrist and tried to encourage him to go deeper.

Dash shook off his hold. “We’re doing this my way.”

“That is not how this is supposed to work.” Thorne was the client. And yet, there he was, perched on his couch, ass on display, and loving it.

“Hands on the back of the couch,” Dash ordered.

Fucking bastard. But Thorne did what he said.

“Are you going to make me pay later?”

Thorne most certainly was. “Yes. Definitely.”

Dash laughed. “Good.”

Thorne imagined what they would do when it was his turn. He had to think of a way to make Dash writhe, but his thoughts scattered when Dash pushed a lubed finger into his ass and rapidly added another one.

Thorne pushed back against him, trying to take the digits deeper. “Get on with it.”

Dash huffed. “Did you forget everything I told you last week about delaying gratification?”

“I don’t fucking believe in waiting for satisfaction,” Thorne snarled. “I go after what I want, get it, and move on.”

“You’re missing out on the deliciousness of anticipation, not to mention basking in the afterglow.”

“If I spent time basking, I wouldn’t be able to afford you.”

Dash tilted his head as if considering that idea. “Possibly not, but wouldn’t you be happier?”

“My cock sure as hell wouldn’t be.”

Dash grinned. “That may well be true. You wanted the best, and here I am.”

“Arrogance wasn’t one of the traits I requested.”

“It’s not arrogance when it’s a simple fact.”

Thorne narrowed his eyes at Dash who chose that moment to push the plug into his ass. “Fucking fuck!”

“For a fancy businessman, you sure as hell cuss like a sailor.”

“My grandmother’s fault.”

“Oh, really?” Dash sounded like he didn’t believe him.

“She was a sailor, well, a WAVE in WWII. She—”

Dash wiggled the plug, and Thorne stopped. “Go on. Talk all you like. It’s not going to stop me.”

“I wasn’t—”

“That’s what you do at work, isn’t it? Talk to distract people and then get them to do what you want.”

Thorne shook his head. “No, I give them advice.”

“I don’t need any.” Dash pushed the plug deeper.

Thorne squirmed. The fucking thing felt twice as wide as it had looked.

“Just breathe and push against it,” Dash instructed.

“Damn it! I fucking know how to take something up my ass.”

“Oooh. You’re touchy when things don’t go your way.” Dash chuckled.

“You are seriously trying to get fired.”

“No, I’m trying to make you see how much you fight what you need.” He pushed deeper before Thorne could respond. A little more and it was all the way in, Thorne’s ass tightening around the narrow point before the flange. Thorne took short, ragged breaths as he tried to get used to the sensation of having it deep inside. He fought the urge to move, to twist away from the burn. It fucking hurt, and yet, oh my God, it felt good. His cock was hard as iron. Dash was right: Thorne fucking loved having him in control.