Personal Entanglement (Thorne and Dash 2)

Dash laughed. “You know why.”

“Because you’re a fucking bastard!”

“That’s right.”

Swoosh. Snap. Pain bloomed across Thorne’s ass. Pain bad enough that he knew it wasn’t pleasure.

The crop. Fucking hell, he wasn’t going to last long if it hurt that badly.

But the next blows were only taps, more thud than sting. Then without warning thwack and bright pain. Next came Dash’s hand on his cock, stroking him as he used the crop lightly. Soon the sensations blended again, and everything ratcheted up Thorne’s aching, whimpering need. “I can’t. Dash… I… Let me come. Please!”

Thorne expected Dash to refuse, but instead he said, “I’m going to take the cock ring off, and you’re going to come while I crop your ass.”

Could he come like that? “Dash, I don’t know…”

The spanking stopped, and Dash finger-fucked him and stroked his dick simultaneously. Climax was right there. Thorne reached for it. Close. So fucking close.

Dash curled his fingers, dragging them over Thorne’s prostate. He thrust into Dash’s hand, trying to get more friction on his cock. Suddenly, Dash stopped touching him.

“No!” Thorne shouted.

The crop buzzed through the air again and hit him hard. Dash unsnapped the cock ring a second later.

“Holy fuck!” He was right on the edge of coming.

But Dash wasn’t touching him. Thorne worked his hips. “More. Need your hand.”

“No, you don’t.” Another smack.

The sting was so good, so… Again. “Oh my God!” Once more and orgasm slammed through him with no warning. He bucked against the bed as he shot again and again with Dash still slapping his ass just hard enough to send sensation radiating through him.

“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful,” Dash encouraged. “Even better than I imagined.”

Thorne wanted to turn around to see Dash’s face, but he couldn’t move.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” Dash laid a hand on his back. “Is that okay?”

Thorne groaned.

“Thorne, do you want this?”

“Yes.” The word came out with almost no sound, but Dash must have understood because Thorne heard him open and roll on a condom. He rubbed his slicked-up cock against Thorne’s ass, then drove in.

“Fuck that hurts!” Thorne shouted.

Dash didn’t stop. He wouldn’t unless Thorne used his safeword, but Thorne wanted it. He wanted Dash to come in his ass. What he really wanted was for him to do it bare. He was almost far enough gone to beg him to, but before he could, Dash cried out and bucked against him, digging his hands into Thorne’s hips to hold him still as he climaxed.

Dash didn’t move after he came. He hung there, leaning over Thorne’s back. Thorne could feel Dash’s legs shaking where they pressed against his own.

“Give me…a minute; I… That was…”

Thorne smiled. “Yeah.”

“I’ve never… I didn’t… Not with anyone.”

“Just wait until you can breathe, and then you can make all the confessions you need to. Okay, baby?”

RILEY SMILED TO himself. Thorne rarely used terms of endearment, and something about Thorne calling him baby at this moment, when he’d just whipped Thorne’s ass with a crop and fucked him as if all he cared about was getting himself off, was so like Thorne.

Finally, he managed to pull out, stumble to the en-suite bathroom, and dispose of the condom. Thorne had moved onto the bed and was lying on his stomach. Riley grabbed the cooling gel and rubbed it onto Thorne’s ass. Thorne winced a few times, but he didn’t say anything. When Riley finished, he wasn’t sure if Thorne was asleep or awake.

“Thorne?”

“Mmmm,” was the only response Riley got.

“Should I make us some sandwiches?” Riley was starving, but he was also exhausted.

Thorne patted the mattress next to him.

“You want me to lie down with you instead?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Riley rolled his eyes. He had a strong suspicion Thorne was awake and making the most of Riley’s desire to take care of him. But he didn’t really care.

Thorne reached for him, and Riley cuddled against him.

“How are you feeling?” Riley asked.

“Sore.”

“That I could have guessed.”

“Blissed the fuck out.”

Riley smiled. “I kinda figure that too.”

“A little shaky.”

Riley looked at Thorne. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears. Riley had never taken a client as deep as he’d just taken Thorne. Without the connection he had with Thorne he wasn’t sure he could. But he’d made certain he knew what he was doing, and tears were normal after an experience that moving.

He used the pad of his thumb to wipe Thorne’s eyes. “It’s okay. I’m shaky too; that was really intense.”

“You’ve really never used a crop before?”

“No. I made sure I knew what was safe, and I know you and how you react, but I still didn’t think it would be so—”

“Fucking amazing. Intense enough to make me fucking insane.”

“Yeah. That.”

“I didn’t either. I never thought I could…”

He closed his eyes and took a slow breath as Riley stroked his cheek. When he looked at Riley again, the confusion was gone from his gaze. “Can we do it again?”