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“Fine. I love it, but how much more?”
“If I tell you, that will ruin the game.”
“Daaaash!”
Dash smiled. “You’re so fucking adorable.”
“That is not usually something people call me.”
“Maybe not people you work with, but I bet a lot of others do it behind your back.”
“I hate you.”
“Yeah, I know you do. You hate how much you want me, how you can’t touch me, how you can’t touch yourself.”
Dash pulled his sweater and T-shirt over his head, threw them down. Then he stripped out of his pants. Thorne tried to look away, but he couldn’t. Dash’s cock was so hard and ready.
“Fuck me.” The words escaped Thorne before he could stop them.
Dash smiled and wrapped his hand around his cock, jerking himself off. Thorne watched, mesmerized, fighting the urge to yank on the ropes. “Let me up.”
Dash shook his head, and Thorne squeezed his eyes shut.
“Stop fucking torturing me!”
“Watch me, Thorne.”
Of course he opened his eyes. Dash’s voice was so fucking seductive. He could make Thorne do anything, which was obvious from the fact that he was stretched out like an offering, helpless, begging for it, loving it.
Dash captured precum on his finger, and Thorne watched as he rubbed it on his lips and then groaned as he slowly licked it off.
Thorne was right on the edge again, and Dash hadn’t even touched him. “You’re fucking evil.”
Dash knelt between Thorne’s legs and tugged on the ropes binding his ankles. “I think it’s time we got rid of these.”
“Yes.” Please, God. Let this be it. “I need to come.”
Dash just gave him a wicked grin as he undid the rope and pushed his legs up until they were doubled on his chest. He cried out when Dash licked his hole. “Fuck!”
Dash laughed and pushed his tongue inside, fucking Thorne with it, nibbling his ass cheeks, but never touching his cock.
This was it—Thorne was going to fucking die from this torment. “Dash, please! What do I have to do?”
Dash replaced his tongue with his fingers and took Thorne’s cock in his mouth, working his fingers in and out, hitting Thorne’s prostate while sucking him. If he stopped this time, Thorne would fucking break the headboard and throttle him.
“More! Need it! Oh God!” Thorne tensed. He was right on the edge.
Was Dash going to stop?
Please no.
Then lightning struck, sizzling through his core, shooting out to his limbs, and making him arch up. As he came he was torn apart on a rack of pain and pleasure too intense to believe.
When it was over, he fell back to the mattress and fought for air. Had that been fucking real?
Dash was saying something, but he couldn’t make sense of the words.
“Thorne?”
He opened his eyes. Dash was giving him a worried look. “You okay?”
“Fucking hell.”
Dash grinned. He untied Thorne’s arms, rubbed them, and got the blood flowing again. Then he straddled Thorne’s face. “My turn.”
Thorne couldn’t suck him down fast enough. He held Dash’s hips as Dash fucked his face, gently at first and then faster. Thorne struggled to adjust, and Dash pulled back, looking down at him. “Too much?”
Thorne shook his head. “Need to make you come.” He hoped to make Dash feel at least half of what he had.
“So hard to wait,” Dash gasped. “You’re so good, watching you struggle, seeing you so desperate, I almost came when you did.”
Dash rolled over, and Thorne took control, sucking him, dragging whimpers from him. It didn’t take long for him to grab Thorne’s head and drive up into him, shooting down his throat. Thorne took every drop.
He kept sucking until Riley—he was Riley again now—softened. Then he laid his head on Riley’s thigh and licked his lips. “Fucking amazing.”
“God, yes. If I had any strength, I’d do it again.”
Thorne huffed. “You think you’re tired?”
Riley laughed. “Let’s order dessert.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely. One of everything on the menu.”
He held his hand up, willing his phone to fly to him Jedi-style. Nothing happened.
Riley picked up the receiver of the landline phone from the nightstand.
“Oh yeah, that.”
“What do I order?”
“One of everything.”
“Thorne, that’s—”
Thorne raised his brows. “I’m in charge now.”
Riley laughed as he punched the button for room service.
“How many desserts do you have available?…Seven?” Riley looked pointedly at Thorne.
Thorne just stared him down.
“We’d like one of each…Yes…Thank you.”
After Riley hung up, Thorne said, “When I say I want every dessert, I fucking want every dessert.”
Riley grinned. “How do you go from begging to arrogant and in charge in mere moments?”
“I only beg for you.”
“Kiss me,” Riley said, voice already breathless again. He fell into the kiss, pulling Thorne on top of him, and they made out until Riley was more than ready to have Thorne again.
A knock at the door interrupted them. “Room service? That was fast.”
“Guests here don’t like to wait,” Thorne said. He pulled on his robe and headed out of the bedroom.
