Professional Distance (Thorne and Dash 1)

“You want my cock up your ass, don’t you? You’re a fucking slut for it?”

Holy fucking fuck. Dash’s dirty words caught him by surprise. He grabbed the sides of Dash’s head and yanked his hair, rolling them as Dash cried out. Thorne had never wanted and not wanted something so keenly.

Thorne straddled Dash. “You think you’re man enough to take my ass?”

“Fuck, yes!” Dash bucked, unseating Thorne. They rolled again. This time Dash came out on top. Thank God Thorne’s bed was huge. As it was they’d nearly fallen off the edge. Dash grabbed Thorne’s wrists, squeezing just the right amount to send a jolt of lust through Thorne. He rubbed his cock against Dash’s, hating that Dash still had pants on. He needed flesh-to-flesh contact.

“Your cock knows what it wants,” Dash said, his tone mocking. “It’s ready to surrender to me; what about the rest of you?”

Thorne glared at Dash, refusing to answer. Dash hung over him, eyes dark with lust, lips full and red from their harsh kiss. He was so fucking gorgeous.

Dash loosened his hold on Thorne’s wrists, but didn’t let him go. “Do you need to be tied up? Or can I trust you to stay like this?”

“You want me, you’ll have to hold me down.” Thorne jerked his arms free, but Dash grabbed him and pinned him again.

Dash gathered his wrists in one hand and reached into his bag, pulling out a coil of red rope.

“You’ll stay, and you’ll love every minute of it, but this will help you remember who’s in charge.” He brushed the rope along Thorne’s cheek. Thorne hadn’t thought his cock could get any harder, but it did.

“Admit that you want this.” Dash’s voice was low and rough. Thorne wasn’t the only one who was horny as hell.

“No.” Thorne still wasn’t ready to make this easy.

“Admit it. Or things will go a lot worse for you.”

“Fuck you!”

Dash shook his head. “That’s not what I want to hear.”

Dash wound the rope around Thorne’s wrists and secured the ends to the headboard, giving Thorne enough play to reposition himself, but not enough to get away. Thorne’s heart pounded. This was crazy. He didn’t really know Dash, and here he was letting the man tie him up and do God knows what to him. His concern must have shown because Dash leaned down and ran his tongue along the outer edge of his ear. “Remember, say red if you need me to stop. This is all about pleasure. Yours. Mine. I’m here to give you what you want.”

Thorne looked into Dash’s eyes. “What I want is for you to own me. Do you think you’re up for that?”

The evil smile Dash gave him made Thorne’s heart skip a beat. “I’m going to wreck your world, then put it back together. You’re never going to forget this night.” Thorne had no doubt that was true.

Dash reached into his bag again and pulled out the fucking huge plug. “Maybe you won’t be so inclined to fight with this up your ass.”

“Don’t count on that.”

Dash leaned down until his lips were almost touching Thorne’s. “You won’t fight too hard. I know your secret, remember? You love having your ass stretched wide open.”

“Fucking bastard!”

“You’ll be calling me worse than that before the night is over.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Without taking his eyes off Thorne, Dash laid the plug down on the bed. Thorne scowled, but he didn’t say anything.

Dash felt around in his bag until he found lube and a condom. He prepped the plug and then slicked his fingers while Thorne watched, eyes wide, chest rising and falling with breaths that were coming fast and harsh. His cock stood at attention, precum dripping from the slit, making a pool on his abdomen.

Thorne needed to be pushed. Dash had seen that from the beginning, had wanted to subdue him and give him what he truly needed. But he hadn’t imagined Thorne would admit to what he wanted this soon, or that he would be so blown away by it. The man was too fucking sexy, and Dash’s cock was so hard he didn’t know if he could hold out long enough to truly torment Thorne.

He brushed a lubed finger over Thorne’s hole, and Thorne jerked, twisting away. “Oh no. You’re going to stay right there.” Dash used his other hand to push Thorne’s hips down.

Dash finger-fucked him, keeping a steady rhythm as he stretched him out. Thorne scowled at him but stayed still, though his breaths grew more and more shallow.

“You think that’s all it takes?” Thorne challenged. “You think that’s going to make me give in to you?”

“No, but this is.” Dash pulled his finger out and picked up the plug. He pushed the tip into Thorne’s hole, eliciting a gasp. “If you’d been nice, I’d have warmed you up more. Now you’re just going to have to take it.”