Perfect Alignment (Thorne and Dash 3)
“Now, Riley. Don’t make us wait anymore.”
Riley released Thorne’s hands and grabbed his hips, dragging him up onto his knees. He teased Thorne’s hole with the tip of his cock.
Thorne gripped the pillow and looked around at him. “I want this so fucking much.”
“Me too.” Riley started to push forward and then jerked back. “Lube. We still need lube.”
“I don’t care. I—”
“No, Thorne. I’m not fucking you dry. We should both enjoy this.” He slid from the bed and found the lube where it still lay on the floor from the night before.
“Hurry,” Thorne begged.
Riley laughed. “Turn over. I need to see your face when I fuck you.”
“That’s more like it.” Thorne scrambled to obey.
Riley slicked up his fingers and teased the edge of Thorne’s hole.
“Don’t need that. Just fuck me.”
“Thorne, after last night I need to go gentle at first.”
“No…”
Riley drove two fingers into him.
Thorne sucked in his breath. “Fuck, that hurts.”
“You were saying?”
“I…”
“Yes?” Riley slid his fingers out and then back in, curling them to hit Thorne’s sweet spot.
“Riley, I…”
“Relax and enjoy it.” Riley slid his other hand up and down Thorne’s thigh as he gently, sweetly finger-fucked him until Thorne was squirming.
“Please.” He lifted his hips, trying to take Riley’s fingers deeper.
“Are you really ready?” Riley asked.
“I’ve been ready to find out how this feels for-fucking-ever.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“I don’t know. There was always something new happening, and I didn’t want to push.”
Riley made an exasperated sound. “You didn’t want to push.”
“I… Fuck, I just didn’t want you to say no or…”
“Thorne, always ask. Always tell me.”
“Then you do the fucking same. When something is important to you, tell me even if you think I won’t like it, okay?”
“Okay.”
Riley realized right then that he had something to say, something important, but he wasn’t about to spoil the moment by announcing that no matter what anyone else wanted, they were going to elope. He’d save that for after he found out how good it felt to fuck Thorne bare.
“Oh. My. God.” It was even better than he thought it would be, and the look in Thorne’s eyes… Too much. He sank in all the way in one stroke. He couldn’t hold back. The heat, the tightness. Fucking amazing.
“Don’t stop. Just take me. Do whatever you want; this is so…”
“Intense?” Riley asked.
Thorne nodded.
Riley slid out and back in. “Oh, Jesus. I’m not going to last long.”
“I don’t care. We’ll do it again. I want to feel you come inside me all hot and—”
“Fuck, Thorne. You’re killing me.”
Thorne flipped them so he could ride Riley. It was fast and wild, and in no time at all Riley was coming. How could he hold back with Thorne looking at him with wonder, ecstasy, and awe on his face?
He held Thorne’s hips and drove up into his ass.
“Yes!” Thorne cried. “Riley, I—”
He grabbed his cock and stroked himself until he was shooting across Riley’s chest, over and over, as if he would never stop.
When both of them were finally done, Thorne looked down at him and smiled. “That was even better than I expected.”
“Could you… feel it… when I came?” Riley asked as he struggled for air.
“Yes!”
Riley flipped them again, staying inside Thorne, still semi-hard, knowing he wanted to go again and again. He also wanted to feel Thorne inside him.
But first they needed to talk. He pulled out reluctantly.
“Holy shit!” Thorne said.
“Feels different, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, I can feel your cum.”
“You like it?”
Thorne nodded frantically.
“Good. Now let’s get cleaned up. I want to talk to you.”
Thorne looked nervous.
“It’s a good thing.”
“Riley?”
Riley shook his head. “Shower first.”
Thorne sat up and paused. “No, I think I’ll lie right here.”
“Sore?”
Thorne nodded.
Riley hoped he hadn’t been too rough. At least Thorne had controlled things at the end. “You should’ve told me.”
“I didn’t notice until now, and nothing would’ve kept me from experiencing that.” He shook his head like he was trying to clear it. “Wow.”
“Come on. The shower will help.”
When they were clean, they climbed in bed and snuggled under the covers, despite it being midafternoon.
“Let’s not get out of bed for the rest of the time we’re here,” Thorne said.
“No more sailing?”
Thorne shook his head. “The boat’s too cramped for fucking.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Didn’t you know that already?”
“I might have forgotten just how bad off you are.”
“That’s my fault. I should’ve—”
“No. It’s on both of us, but I think we’ve realized how important it is to take time for each other.”
“Yes, and I’m going to have a turn at your ass soon, so you’d best get on with this talking.”
“Oh, you are, are you?”
“Yes, I am.”
Riley wanted to offer it right then, but they could both stand a bit more recovery time, so instead he took a deep breath and said, “Early this morning I started researching an idea. At first I wasn’t sure if people really got married in Central Park or if that just happened in movies.”