“Yes, damn it.”
“Good. You’re going to open up, and I’m going to fuck your mouth. If you make it good, maybe I’ll fill your ass back up.”
He teased Thorne’s lips with his cock. Thorne licked at the tip, eyes never leaving Dash. God, this was hot. Dash wanted to drive right in and watch Thorne, but no matter how into the fantasy they both were, Thorne needed an out. He reached down and untied the knot binding Thorne’s wrists.
“I don’t think you’re going to go anywhere now, are you?”
Thorne didn’t say anything as Dash unwound the rope and rubbed the reddened flesh underneath. “Press your hands against the headboard and keep them there.”
“I’m not intimidated by you.”
Dash loved the lust mixed with fury in his eyes, loved that Thorne felt comfortable playing with him like this. “Let’s see what you say after I feed you my cock.”
Dash repositioned himself, and Thorne dropped his head back and opened his mouth, looking way more fucking eager than his words implied. Dash wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed lightly. “You want this, don’t you? You want me to use you?”
“Just fucking do it,” Thorne snarled.
“Tap my thigh three times if you want to stop.”
Thorne nodded, and Dash pushed in deep. Thorne swallowed around him, raising his head and encouraging Dash to go farther. God, he felt so good, hot and slick. Dash drove in harder, making Thorne gag. Thorne shoved at his thighs, pushing him back.
“Okay?” Dash asked.
“I fucking love it, you bastard.”
Dash saw the truth of that in the flash of lust in Thorne’s eyes. “I want you to keep your eyes on me while I take you.”
Thorne glared at him, clearly as fucking turned on as Dash even if he was also pissed off.
Dash thrust into his mouth, gently at first and then harder until he was truly fucking his mouth like he’d take his ass. He’d never face-fucked a guy that roughly. It was fucking incredible, and Thorne was so into it. He didn’t even struggle when Dash pulled his head up, forcing him to take every inch, pressing his face into Dash’s crotch. He didn’t hold on to the headboard though. Dash could hear Thorne’s hand sliding up and down his cock, but he didn’t care because Thorne kept watching him, just as he’d been told to do.
Fuck, he’s hot! Dash was going to come any second. He couldn’t stop. He hadn’t meant to…
He let go of Thorne’s head and tried to pull back, hoping he could stop the tide of orgasm, but it was too late. Without warning Thorne, he came, the intensity threatening to knock him out. Thorne eagerly swallowed every drop he had to give. When Dash was finally wrung dry, he pulled back and tried to catch his breath as he stared down at Thorne’s cum-stained, swollen lips. “Wow.”
Thorne licked his lips and then smiled as he caressed Dash’s thigh with a firm touch. “Did I just make you lose control?”
He had. He’d never forgotten himself like that when he was working. “Asshole,” he muttered.
“Oh, I like this,” Thorne said. He slid his hands along the back of Dash’s thighs, encouraging him to rise up so he could cup his ass and knead it. Dash bit back a moan. He wasn’t used to being caressed like that. Usually he was the one doing the touching. Most men were only interested in getting their hands on his cock.
He realized Thorne was speaking, but he’d been too lost in sensation to comprehend.
He opened his eyes and looked down again. “What?”
“I really did throw you off your game, didn’t I?”
“Things got a little more…intense than usual.”
Thorne nodded. “You’re not the only one who lost control.”
Dash glanced over his shoulder. Thorne’s abdomen was covered in streaks of cum, his cock softening against his body. “Fuck.”
“A damn good one.”
“Yes, it was,” Dash said, his voice soft, more honest that he’d meant to be. It was probably the best damn sex he’d ever had.
Thorne was studying him, and Dash was revealing way too much. What if Thorne realized how deep Dash’s feelings went? The last thing he wanted was for Thorne to think he couldn’t be professional, especially considering how he’d pushed to stay, to talk, to make this more than sex. Thorne didn’t pay for sex because he wanted a man to fall for him.
“Are you okay?” Thorne asked.
“I’m fine.” But he wasn’t. He slid from the bed and practically ran for the bathroom.
After a few deep breaths, Dash stared at his pale face in the mirror and tried to convince himself that his reaction was ridiculous.
Go back out there. Act normal. You’re the fucking dom. You just went at him like he existed to serve you.
He’s fine.
What if he’s not? Get it together and go check on him.