Perfect Alignment (Thorne and Dash 3)

Thorne did as he was told. A few moments later he stood naked in front of Dash, his clothes in a messy pile of the couch. “On the bed on your back. Hands over your head.”

“Bossy son of a bitch.”

“That’s what you love about me.”

Thorne walked to the bedroom. He resisted looking behind him, but he heard Dash following him. Thorne stretched out on the bed and raised his hands over his head, shifting to get comfortable, relishing the fact that Dash watched him intently, his cock tenting the front of his pants.

“I’m not going to tie you up.”

Thorne raised a brow; he’d been expecting Dash to get out the special cuffs he’d given Thorne, which were made from bow shackles used on a sailboat. “You said you wanted to get me back for restraining you the other day.” Thorne sighed melodramatically. “You were so fucking gorgeous trying to free yourself from my belt.”

Dash’s dark look silenced him.

“As I said, I’m not going to tie you up, but you’re going to stay absolutely still until I tell you otherwise.”

“Daaaash.”

“Don’t even try giving me those puppy eyes. That will not work.”

“Are you sure?”

Dash gave a mock glare. “You really are asking for it today.”

“I’ve missed you.”

Dash gave him a soft smile. Then the dominating man returned. “Spread your legs and pull your knees up.”

Thorne did, shifting around deliberately and grinning when Dash’s gaze dropped to his ass.

“Don’t move.”

“You haven’t made me need to yet.”

Dash pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Then he unbuttoned his shorts and slowly slid the zipper down. No, Thorne was definitely not needing to squirm already just from thinking about Dash’s cock. Absolutely not.

Dash pushed his shorts and briefs down and stepped out of them. His cock was hard and ready. Thorne wanted it, craved it, in his mouth, his hand, his ass.

Dash wrapped his own hand around his shaft and moved it up and down slowly.

No. I’m not giving in to this. I’m fine. I can just lie here.

Up and down.

Thorne closed his eyes.

Dash chuckled. “Watch me.”

Thorne couldn’t resist that low, sexy voice.

Dash kept going, still slow and deliberate. Thorne wanted to work his hips, or better yet to just sit up, grab his lover, and pull him down between his legs. He wanted to feel Dash’s weight, to feel their cocks brush together.

Dash didn’t say a word; he didn’t have to. Thorne knew he was doing his best to make Thorne give in to what he wanted.

“Damn it! Just fuck me.”

Dash grinned. “Eager to move now?”

Thorne refused to answer as Dash climbed up on the bed and settled between his spread knees. He leaned over, supporting himself on his arms on either side of Thorne, somehow managing not to touch any part of Thorne’s body. Thorne’s breath caught as he looked up into Dash’s eyes.

Dash smiled. “You’re allowed to breathe.” He leaned down and flicked his tongue over one of Thorne’s nipples, making him gasp.

“And to make delicious sounds like that.”

He licked the bud again and then sucked.

Thorne gripped the pillow over his head, squeezing it and closing his eyes as he tried to remember how to breathe. Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move.

Dash sat back on his heels. “Such a good boy. I’m impressed.”

He leaned forward again. This time he licked Thorne’s balls, careful not to touch his cock. Thorne felt a puddle of precum forming on his abdomen. His cock was so hard, the skin so tight. A whine escaped him.

“Mmmm. Yes. Noises just like that,” Dash said. “Now hold your legs up.”

Thorne did, and Dash pulled his ass cheeks apart and teased his hole with his tongue.

“Fuck! Goddammit, Dash. I can’t…”

He squirmed, and Dash slapped his ass. “Be still.”

He licked Thorne’s most intimate spot again and pushed the tip of his tongue into Thorne. “Daaaaash!”

Dash laughed as he sat back once more.

Thorne looked daggers at him. “Fuck. Me. Now.”

“And you say I’m bossy?”

“Dash, I—”

“Turn over,” Dash said as he grabbed lube and a condom. When he was ready, he took hold of Thorne’s hips and teased him by dragging his cock along Thorne’s crack. Thorne pushed back, trying to encourage him. Dash slapped his ass. “I said don’t move.”

Thorne shook his head. “Fuck. I… Fuck. I can’t do this.”

“You can.”

Dash pushed in just a little and stopped.

Thorne made a gorgeous, plaintive noise.

“Don’t you dare move,” Dash warned. “Let me do this.”

“Dash, please.”

Thorne grabbed a pillow, squeezing it as hard as he could, concentrating on staying still. He wanted to please Dash and show him he could handle anything Dash gave him, but his cock was screaming for release. He needed Dash to ride him hard.

Dash pushed in farther. Tension gripped Thorne; his thighs ached from fighting to hold still.

“So good,” Dash said, running a hand down Thorne’s spine.