Personal Entanglement (Thorne and Dash 2)

“Then why do you need me to drive?”

Riley licked his lips, loving the way it made Thorne suck in his breath. “You’ll see.”

Thorne moved behind the wheel as Riley settled into the passenger seat. “What are we waiting for?” he asked when Thorne didn’t take off immediately.

“I’m debating whether we should just fuck right here to take the edge off.”

Riley laughed. “No. I have plans, and they don’t involve fucking in a space this small. Now drive.”

“Mmm, I love when you use that tone.”

“The one where I tell you what I want and you do it without question? Where you get down on your knees and open yourself up? Where I get to redden your ass if that’s what I want?”

Thorne undid the fly of his tux. “You can stop that now, or we can fuck here. Your choice.”

“The whole night is my choice. Start the car and drive.”

Thorne did as he was told.

AFTER THORNE MANEUVERED them out of the museum and onto a wide street with little traffic, Riley reached over and stroked his thigh, moving closer to his cock each time but never actually touching it. Thorne was sure he was going to lose his fucking mind.

When they came to a stop at a red light, Riley reached over and pulled Thorne’s cock from his briefs. Thorne’s heart pounded as Riley caressed his shaft, teasing touches that did nothing to satisfy Thorne. Then he slid a finger over the head and brought it to his mouth. Thorne watched him, mesmerized by the sight of him sucking precum off his finger.

The blast of a horn startled him. He looked up and saw that the light was green.

He accelerated, and Riley went back to stroking his thigh, coming close to his cock but not touching.

“If you think that is allowing me to concentrate on driving, then you’re fucking crazy.”

“I’m not bringing you off while you’re driving.”

Thorne growled. He did not want to be sensible right then. “Just fucking touch me at least.”

“No.”

“Riiiii!” Fuck, he needed Riley.

“Thorne. I said no.”

That commanding tone, that sure-of-himself manner, the way Riley knew exactly what he wanted made Thorne crazy. He was so fucking lucky to have Riley. “Are you going to be Dash tonight?”

“Fuck yes, I am. Are you going to do as you’re told?”

“You fucking know I am.” And he’d love every second of it.

“Good.” Riley wrapped a hand around Thorne’s cock as they pulled into their building’s parking garage. There were surveillance cameras inside, but it was likely too dark for anyone to see what they were doing, and Thorne wasn’t sure he cared anyway. Riley tightened his grip and stroked slowly.

“Fucking hell that’s good.”

“Yes, it is. We’re going to get out of this car, and you aren’t going to touch me. You’re going to be a good boy in the elevator all the way up until we’re inside our apartment. Do you understand?”

“I don’t fucking care about the cameras,” Thorne said, in case that was why Riley was ordering him to behave.

“I do, or at least I do tonight.”

Thorne practically ran to the elevator, Riley’s laugh echoing after him. He was going to get Riley—or rather Dash—for this. Dash thought he was in control, did he? They’d see about that.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“I want…” Riley couldn’t get the words out because Thorne was sucking his neck. He was going to have a mark there, he was sure of it.

“What?” Thorne asked, a growl in his voice. He bit Riley again, and Riley gasped.

That shouldn’t feel so good.

“What do you want?” Thorne demanded.

“I want to hold you down, fuck you, make you beg, put a plug in you, and spank your ass.”

Thorne groaned. “Yes. God, yes.”

“You’re okay with that? I…probably shouldn’t.”

“Why the fuck not?”

Riley tried to answer, but Thorne was undoing his shirt, and then he was sucking Riley’s nipples. He was no longer sure what he’d intended to say.

“Why not?”

“Champagne.” That was it. “I don’t drink and spank.”

Thorne grinned. “You had one or two glasses. I’m not a client, remember? I trust your judgment after a little champagne just like you trusted that I was okay to drive.”

Riley debated for a few moments and then gave in to what he wanted. It wasn’t like he was drunk. Those rules were to protect himself with clients. He needed new rules now.

“We need to get out of these fucking clothes.” Riley shoved his jacket over his shoulders and down his arms. “I’d rip them off you if they weren’t so fucking expensive.”

“I’d love to go tell Darius I needed another tux because this one got torn off me. How fucking hot would that be?”

Riley shook his head. “It would be a crime, like destroying art.”

Thorne undid a few buttons on his shirt and pulled it and the undershirt over his head. He tossed them onto the couch with much less care than they deserved, but Riley wasn’t going to argue. He wanted Thorne naked, under him, and doing his bidding. He wanted him crying out, begging, taking everything Riley wanted to give.