Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Fuck off!” Thorne looked over his shoulder and glared at Dash.
“Don’t move.”
Dash stepped away, and Thorne turned his head to watch him open the top dresser drawer where they kept their toys. Instead of one of the links of long red rope that had provided much entertainment for them, Dash pulled out the bow shackle bracelets he’d given Thorne for Christmas. Dash had decided that combining two of Thorne’s loves—sailing and fucking—was the perfect present. He’d been right. The locally made bracelets probably weren’t supposed to be used the way Thorne and Dash used them, but they made fucking perfect restraints.
Thorne fought the urge to squirm. Just the sight of the bracelets could get him worked up, and his body was already thrumming with excitement, need, and nerves. He was ready to come out of his skin.
“These will keep you right where I want you,” Dash said as he snapped them around Thorne’s wrists and hooked them together.
And right where Thorne wanted to be.
Dash dropped to his knees behind Thorne. Oh, fuck, was he going to… But he didn’t go near Thorne’s ass. Instead, he drew one of Thorne’s fingers into his mouth and sucked it.
“Fucking fuck.”
“Mmm,” was Dash’s response.
He kept going. Thorne bet Dash could make him come like that. It was almost as good as sucking his cock.
“Stop,” he demanded.
Dash laughed, his breath warm against Thorne’s restrained hands. He ran his tongue along Thorne’s spine, all the way up to his neck before whispering in Thorne’s ear, “I’m going to heat up your ass, and you’re not going to come.”
Thorne growled. “I fucking want to be fucked!”
“Of course you do, and if you’re good, we’ll get there.”
“Fuck being good. I want your cock inside me right fucking now.” Thorne was even more impatient than usual. He wanted out of the restraints so he could drag Dash onto the bed, flip him over, and ride him hard and fast.
“Enough protesting. I expect you still and silent.”
“Fuck you!”
“Not tonight. You’ll get my cock in you, but only when I’m good and ready.”
Dash sank back to his knees and teased along the waistband of Thorne’s briefs. Thorne bit his lip to keep in a groan when Dash reached around and cupped his cock, which was cradled obscenely by the ridiculous underwear.
“Mmmm. A perfect package for me.” He continued to torment Thorne, fingering Thorne’s balls through the thin fabric and then pushing his tongue against Thorne’s hole, making the cloth wet, driving him nearly insane with the need to feel Dash’s warm flesh against this own.
“I’ll get you back for this.”
Dash laughed at him. But he finally pulled the briefs down, exposing Thorne’s ass and freeing his cock.
“Kick them off,” he demanded as he slid them down Thorne’s legs, stopping to bite his inner thigh on the way.
Thorne did, happy to be rid of anything separating him from Dash’s tongue.
“Now for some more fun.” Dash pulled Thorne’s ass cheeks apart and licked a long swipe along his crack.
Thorne jerked against him, helpless to hold himself still. Dash blew on his hole, cool air making him shiver.
“Beg me,” Dash demanded.
“No.”
He licked Thorne’s cheeks and then moved his tongue so fucking close to where Thorne wanted it. “You will.”
“No.”
Dash stayed there, unmoving, his breath gusting across Thorne’s ass. Seconds ticked by. Thorne’s legs started to shake. He hated how much he needed this.
“Goddammit, Dash!”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Rim my fucking ass right the fuck now,” Thorne ordered.
“That tone is not going to get you what you want.”
Thorne switched tactics. “Daaaaaaash, please.”
“That did it.”
Dash drove his tongue into Thorne, fucking him with it, opening him up, getting him ready to fuck. Thorne writhed, begging with no pretense.
“More, please. I…”
Dash pulled back enough to speak. “Don’t you dare come.”
“I…fuck. So fucking close.”
“I know you can come from my tongue in you,” Dash said, using his finger to fuck Thorne now. “And it’s amazing to see. But tonight you’re going to come with me buried inside you, your ass squeezing my dick so hard I can’t hold back.”
Fuck, yes! Thorne wanted that too. “Want both.”
Dash laughed. “Greedy. I’m not going to risk it.”
Thorne looked around and glared. “Are you calling me old?”
Dash smirked. “Maybe.” He unhooked the bracket restraints, but left them on. “On your back, head on the pillow.”
Thorne obeyed, no chance in hell would he risk slowing Dash down. He watched as Dash got the lube and condoms from the nightstand and readied himself, rolling the condom on his hard shaft. What if…
What if he didn’t use one? What if Dash’s bare flesh were going into him? Could they? They were exclusive now, and Dash no longer worked for the escort service.
No. They’d just moved in together. This wasn’t the time for even more new territory. But soon—maybe—he’d work up the nerve to ask, and if Dash wanted to… He’d never had that, not with a man, anyway. He’d done it with a girl in high school, when he was young, foolish, and trying to be straight, but he’d never had a man’s bare dick in him or the feel of a tight ass around his flesh.