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“Harder!” Riley demanded.
“I don’t think I can—”
“Thorne!”
“Yes!” he slammed against Riley. Fuck, they were both going to be bruised.
“So close. So fucking close,” Riley muttered.
“Riley, I want to feel your ass tighten around my cock. I want to watch you come apart. I want you to know you’re utterly mine. I wish this was just my bare cock in you. I wish you could feel my cum flood your ass.”
“Holy fucking fuck!” Riley shuddered as he came, his hips flexing, his whole body tensing as he strained against his bonds.
As Riley came apart under him, Thorne was torn between exquisite pleasure and terror. He hadn’t meant to blurt out what he wanted like that when they hadn’t talked about it.
“Come on me, Thorne. Please!”
“Yes!” Terror forgotten, he pulled out of Riley, tossed the condom aside, and jerked himself to climax. His cum shot over Riley’s ass and bound hands. The sight was dizzying it was so hot. When he’d recovered enough, Thorne leaned down and licked his cum off Riley’s fingers before releasing his hands.
He helped Riley get rid of his pants and climb onto the couch, then rubbed Riley’s wrists as Riley flexed his arms.
“Are you okay?” Thorne asked, worried he’d tied Riley’s wrists too tightly.
“Yes. Wow, Thorne, that was…” He rubbed his wrists some more.
“Are you sure?”
Riley nodded. “My wrists are a little sore, but that’s to be expected. I’m fine. Really.”
“Good.” He pulled Riley against him. They were both still wearing their shirts, and the couch was now a mess—was that going to stain? Thorne had no energy to solve either of those problems. Riley snuggled against him and sighed.
“How about you?” Riley asked. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He wasn’t, but maybe Riley had been too worked up to remember what he said.
“Thorne?”
Best to just get it out in the open. “What I said…”
“Yes?”
He exhaled harshly. “I didn’t mean to just…”
“It was hot. And I’ve thought about it too.”
“You have?”
Riley smiled. “Hell, yes.”
“Do you… I mean…”
“Yes,” Riley said. “Have you ever?”
“In college, a few times with women, but never with a man. I was stupid, but I’ve been tested regularly since then. I was lucky. What about you?”
He shook his head. “Never.”
Oh, wow, something he could be Riley’s first on.
Riley was looking at him like he wanted to say something.
“What is it?”
“I know this is dorky, but do you want to wait until we’re married, save that for our honeymoon?”
Thorne kissed him gently. “It might kill me to wait, but I think that’s—”
“If you say sweet, I’m sleeping in the guest room.”
“No, you’re not.”
Riley crossed his arms and gave Thorne a dirty look. “Fine, but don’t say it.”
Thorne grinned. “Okay, I won’t.”
CHAPTER FOUR
“Should we set a date?” Riley asked the next morning at breakfast. “Something before Christmas but still in the holiday season?”
He looked so eager, and Thorne hated the regret that was gnawing at his stomach. He didn’t want to do this, especially not all mixed up with Christmas. But he’d agreed, so he might as well go ahead and establish the date of his torture. At least afterward he’d have Riley to himself for a week or two someplace amazing, where they could indulge in Christmassy goodness and Thorne could show him around if they bothered to get out of bed long enough for tourism.
He pulled his tablet from his briefcase and brought up the calendar. “The first weekend in December is the art museum holiday gala.”
Riley nodded. “What about the third weekend?”
Thorne looked. Meetings and presentations and a conference he ought to attend littered the calendar, and there’d be who knew how many holiday parties, but that was why they were planning this now.
“We’ll make that work.”
“Yes?”
“Yes. The third Saturday in December, or did you want to do Friday night?”
“It’s up to you.”
“Saturday. That way I can wrap things up on a Friday so we can take off for a long trip.”
Riley tapped on the screen of his phone, probably setting the event in the calendar. Then he looked up at Thorne, eyes bright, so fucking happy. “Oh, Thorne. I’m so excited.”
“I can tell.” This is worth it.
“So Marc will be my best man. Who’s going to stand up with you?”
“Oh, fuck. I don’t know.” Riley was Thorne’s best friend. Most of his work friends were more like acquaintances. Riley, Kathryn, and his assistant, Lauren, were the only people he really relied on. Kathryn? What would she think of being his best woman, best sister? “What about Kathryn?”
Riley’s face lit up even more. “I think that’s absolutely perfect.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Riley gathered their breakfast dishes and practically danced to the kitchen.
A wedding. They were going to plan some big, traditional wedding. But Riley happy like this was just what he wanted. It won’t be so bad. I’m just blowing it out of proportion, right?
“I’ll call Kathryn today, but when do you think we should tell other people?”
